Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 612  Bring Forth The Chaos!

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Nerves got the better of Vivian, and in a split second, she yanked her hand away from Allen like she'd touched a hot stove. It was a total reflex, no thinking involved, and all she got for it was a face full of blush that could rival a summer sunset.

Allen, not missing a beat, shot a glare at the photographer like he was the one responsible for this sudden burst of awkwardness. "You should say something if the photoshoot has started," he grumbled, a mix of annoyance and amusement playing on his features.

The photographer, cool as a cucumber, just flashed an innocent smile. "Well, this is better anyway," he chimed in, like he'd orchestrated this whole thing for the sake of art. "I couldn't possibly miss this rare moment."

Vivian, caught between embarrassment and a need to play it off, managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, rare moment, right," she mumbled, hoping her blush wasn't as noticeable as it felt. The whole crew seemed to find this little hiccup amusing.

Allen shrugged off the whole hand-grazing incident with a casual, "I don't mind that." The guy seemed unfazed, probably figuring it was a minor hiccup in the grand scheme of things. After all, it beat someone dropping L-bombs (Love bombs) in a public place.

Pointing a finger at Vivian, he threw a friendly reminder the photographer's way, "But if you make her nervous, striking a pose could be a bit tricky for her."

Vivian, still rocking a blush like a badge of honor, shot Allen a grateful smile for coming to her defense. The photographer, catching on to the whole vibe, glanced at Vivian's rosy cheeks and let out a little "Oh." It was like a lightbulb moment for him.

"You're right. Sorry about that," he admitted, and with a swift change in tone, he announced, "Let's start the session." The crew scattered to their positions, lights adjusting.

The next hour unfolded in a whirlwind of camera clicks and creative chaos. For Allen and Vivian, it was an intense photoshoot sesh that made them flex their imaginative muscles. With props on the scarce side and green screens dominating the scene, they found themselves in a visual guessing game, conjuring up surroundings that existed only in their minds.

The poses got wild, and by wild, they had Allen trying to unleash some imaginary deadly skill or wreak havoc on a nonexistent landscape. For example, Allen hovered in the mid-air, pretending to summon chaos with a fierce expression. Sounds cool, right? Well, the reality was a tad different. The green props they handed him didn't quite match the epic vision in his head, and Allen had to bite back laughter and cringes like it was an Olympic sport.

"Bring forth the chaos!" the photographer would declare, and Allen, in his getup, had to pretend like he was unleashing havoc with the ferocity of a pro gamer dominating a boss fight. Meanwhile, Vivian, looking all priestess-chic, had to strike poses that screamed serenity amidst the imaginary storm.

Sure, Allen had seen behind-the-scenes footage of movie magic before, where actors battled invisible foes and dodged CGI dragons in a green-screen wonderland. But experiencing it firsthand? That was a whole different ballgame. He couldn't help but appreciate the skill it took to turn a plain green canvas into a medieval battlefield or a fantasy realm, even if the props were a bit on the DIY side.

The crew, tirelessly orchestrating this visual spectacle, directed them like conductors of a surreal symphony. "Imagine the flames, Allen! Feel the chaos, Vivian!" they'd shout, and the duo did their best to summon the fantastical amidst the green-screen wizardry. It was a dance of creativity and a test of their ability to turn the make-believe into something real, even if just for the lens.

As the photoshoot unfolded, Vivian found herself fixated on Allen's transformation and the poses they were conjuring. It was a departure from the previous shoot where he had to unleash his devilish charm; this time, he was embodying the obsession and domination of a dark king. Allen wasn't playing around; he demanded obedience, giving off vibes that said he couldn't care less about what Vivian wanted.

It was like Allen was challenging Vivian to surrender to his dark kingdom. Each pose felt like a silent command, and Vivian couldn't deny the rush it sent through her. It was a stark contrast to the previous shoot, where Allen had to dial up the charm. This time, it was all about intensity, power, and a bit of defiance.

Yet, as the shoot progressed, something shifted. Towards the end, the poses began to reveal another layer – a softer side to Allen. It was as if he was letting down the walls, allowing vulnerability to peek through. In response, Vivian's poses started to mirror a subtle acceptance of Allen's presence, a recognition of the emotions simmering beneath the surface.

The photos themselves told a tale of contrasting dynamics. No hot or intimate poses like the previous shoot, but the chemistry between Allen and Vivian was palpable. The background may have been fantasy, but the emotions were real. It was a dance of power and vulnerability, dominance and acceptance, all captured frame by frame.

The crew couldn't help but be intrigued. They saw the narrative unfolding between the frames, the push and pull of emotions. It made the whole experience captivating, turning a photoshoot into a story that transcended the fantasy realm they were trying to create. The chemistry was undeniable, and in the midst of staged dominance, there was an undercurrent of genuine connection.

Amidst the whirlwind of the photoshoot, Sophia sashayed into the room like a stealthy assassin. Unlike the last time, she flew solo this round, sans Mr. Bell. Her entrance might've been quiet, but Vivian and Allen picked up on it instantly. Sophia just gave them a cool nod, flashed a smile that didn't seem the least bit bothered by the intense poses these two were striking.

Allen, all decked out in his dark king glory, had Sophia's heart doing the dance. It was like a visual reminder of the devil emperor from Hell's Gate. Vivian, on the other hand, was playing the healer – a role that Sophia usually owned. It was like she'd been robbed of her healer cape, and that didn't exactly sit well with Sophia. Not one bit. But, she kept it under wraps. No need to let the world know. Besides, her white knights were staging a rebellion or that her so-called slaves, Liam and Darren, were about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. It was a chess game, and Sophia had to be extra strategic with her moves.

A thought started to percolate in Sophia's mind. 'Maybe the key to taking down the devil emperor is getting him to fall in love or making him face up to his own wrongdoing,' she mused. It was like a lightbulb moment, connecting the dots between fantasy and strategy. Maybe that explained why the devil emperor had a penchant for targeting healers – they held the key to his metaphorical heart or conscience.