Villain of my own novel



Samuel continued to mumble to himself like a madman with a dry throat, which spouted a hoarse, horror-filled voice.

He was able to "see" all fifty-three people of his group in front of him; however, they.... He couldn't feel any of their presences.

They felt.... dead.

As soon as his thoughts affirmed what he was seeing, all fifty-three of them began to tremble violently. As their faces twisted in pain, unable to stare at their expressions, Samuel lowered his head in guilt and dread at what he would have to hear.

Due to his lowered gaze, he noticed that the people in front didn't have feet as they just floated above ground as they gradually began to dematerialize. Shuddering violently at the mere imagination of losing them "again," Samuel rushed towards them stumblingly, yet he continued to move as he pushed himself off of the ground desperately.

He reached the closest one, who was a damage dealer, and tried to hold on to her so that she wouldn't disappear. He didn't know if he had held on to her or not, but he moved towards each and every one of them and tried to hold them back from disappearing forever.

'No, no, no, no, no.....' He denied reality as he tried to grab on to something ethereal, which, of course, wasn't possible for him.

But,

"W...hy?" A hollow voice sounded in front of him, and he froze entirely, as if he were stuck in time.

Gazing up at the source of the voice, he found Bert, no, a vengeful spirit, which was a black-dyed silhouette, oozing light-devouring smoke that twisted around the being, who at the minute side looked like Bert.

And he glanced back, averting his gaze at the fear that crept up his heart, and he could see nothing more than vengeance-filled spirits glaring at him with an ominous blood-red glimmer in their eyeless eye sockets.

The light-devouring smoke oozing out their now-ethereal bodies began to tower over Samuel, who was circled by the spirits, and soon, an ominous light-devouring tomb of darkness was created around him, which ate away his sanity as fear and guilt, spiked with many other negative emotions, began to devour him whole.

Tears were streaming out of his eyes, similar to an open valve, and

"W...hy?"

"Why...did...you kill us?"

"We.... did so much.... for you..."

"How could.... you?"

"Why us?"

"We were a....team...."

"You killed....me."

"You killed me."

"You killed me."

YOUKILLEDME!!!"

...

.....

Voices as such began to resound in his mind while he was trapped in the tomb with no light peering through.

Hours later.

His eyes had lost their glow as his now-dead eyes continued to listen to the blames of those lives, he felt responsible for, yet he himself unknowingly reaped them of that.

'But.... even if it was unknowingly, it doesn't change the fact that I killed them with my own hands...' Samuel thought as he looked down at his hands, which weren't visible in the dark. He brought them close to his face and began to gnaw at them, biting off his own hand that was dyed with the blood of those he felt responsible for.

Gradually, he felt strong hands dragging his arms down as if they were trying to stop him from biting his hands off, but he didn't care; the more lower his hands were pulled, the more lower he bent, and soon, hundreds of hands covered him and began to drag him down, somewhere deep as blaming, hate-filled voices contained to resound in his consciousness, that was on the verge of collapsing.

Then again,

He didn't care.

He didn't care what happened to him.

He only wanted to "erase" the existence that reaped the lives of those he was responsible for, which was none other than himself.

So, he just wanted to kill himself.

[Death is but an instant relief; it is something not everyone is worthy of.] A voice sounded in his head and his mind shattered, and his actions ceased as he was dragged into the depths of something painful yet comfortable place, with twisted reasons as to why he should die continuing to resound in his broken mind.

The darkness that shrouded him seemed endless; any possibilities that came into his mind felt like nothing but a mere escape from what he was guilty for, even though one of the possibilities in his mind screamed at him that what he was experiencing was but a mere illusion, which would shatter entirely with just a hint of resistance.

But,

Those kinds of thoughts only worked on those who wanted to change, not on those who had already given up.

And the current Samuel was the latter case.

'I... give up...' Were the last words that resounded in "Samuel's" consciousness.

And.....

*

Somewhere far away from the gate which the Black Rain Order head entered.

"Behind you!" Gang Jiwoo's roar sounded amid the ruined streets.

"On it!" Seol So-Young exclaimed and kicked off the ground, did a backflip, and landed behind a ten-eyed, zombified wolf that was twice as big as her.

SLASH-!!

With a pair of swift diagonal slashes slashed at the wolf's face, it split in three pieces and fell to the ground with disgusting slumps.

WHOOOOSH-!

THUCK-!

A zombified wolf that had crept up behind Jiwoo was shot down by an arrow that descended in a flash.

"You should be careful, Mr. Jiwoo." Katharine spoke to Jiwoo in a seductive tone as she hung her broadsword on her shoulder and flitted around the battleground.

"Yes, yes, you should listen to your lover from time to time, Mr. Jiwoo." Violet spoke in a teasing tone as both Jiwoo and Katharine flushed at her words. But with an abrupt snap of her head towards her right, Violet casted a barrier and a shield for So-Young to step on as she walked in the air. With Violet's mini hexagonal-shaped barriers as her footing, she kicked off and spun as she came back down to the ground, with her sword slashing through the air beautifully and killing wolves in the range of her sword slashes.

"Raining down!" Katline's yell sounded from above, and understanding her call, Violet casted mini hexagonal barriers above the heads of her allies, and soon, a rain of hundreds of arrows befell upon them. While they were shielded from the arrows, the pitiful wolves in their surroundings were killed in mere seconds.

And after the slaughter around them halted, except for an arrow that had been embedded in the middle of the ruined street, the rest, which were the real reason behind the slaughter, disappeared into nothingness as the duration of Katline's skill wore off.

"Good work, kids!" A praising voice sounded from above as a warm cloud of orange flames carried Katline and made her land next to her friends on the ground, who then stared up at a woman who seemed like a kid who just left high school; she was none other than Seo Hana, who was the leader of the group named The Gifted.

"You look more like a kid than us." So-Young commented under her breath with a pout due to her being called a kid, but unfortunately for her, Seo Hana was a lot stronger than her even on Earth, let alone now; she too had gotten absurdly strong together with the Gifted, so hearing a mumble like such wasn't even worth mentioning.

"Ha, haha, is that so?" Seo Hana asked as she looked down at So-Young with a smile on her face, and due to being transmigrated into the worlds in difficult times, she had developed a sense that altered her at times of danger, and that sense was currently screaming at her to run!

"H-Hana... I'm sorry. Huh? I'm sorry, hehe...." So-Young apologised as she took a step back, as Jiwoo, Violet, Katharine, and Katline took a step forward and began to walk away as if they weren't related to anything while looking around the ruins with profound curiosity.

"Kyaaaa!!!" With a yelp, So-Young began to run away from a fireball that was chasing after her, threatening to burn her a*s.

"Wow, look at that!" Jiwoo exclaimed as if he found a pile of debris fascinating as he subconsciously held Katharine's waist and began to walk towards the pile, acting as if they were a tourist couple who were curious about every minute detail. It was a flawless plan to avoid getting his a*s burned, but there was a fatal flaw in his flawless plan, whose name was Katharine.

"Eeep!" With a strange yelp, surprised by Jiwoo's bold actions, she slapped the back of his head, jumped back, and covered her upper body with a flushed face. "Geh!?" Jiwoo stumbled due to the slap before he fell on the debris, as Katline and Violet snickered from behind. Soon, they felt something hot behind their buttocks, and glancing back, they found a pair of fireballs blazing right behind them. and

""We said nothing!!"" Katline and Violet yelled and joined So-Young as all three of them began to run around, avoiding the fireballs.

*

After a few minutes.

FISSSS...

The Gifted, except for Seo Hana, Katline, Katharine, Violet, Seol So-Young, and Jiwoo, sat on the cold ground to cool their burnt a*ses.

"There he is." Seo Hana spoke as she gazed at a certain distance, from where, soon, Charlie could be seen jogging towards them.

A minute later, he was a few steps away, and gazing at him, Violet stood up and approached him with a smile on her face.

"Welcome back." She said and returned Charlie's warm hug.

"I'm back." Charlie said as he kissed her forehead and glanced at Seo Hana.

"Black Rain Order is requesting a meeting." He reported, and everybody frowned upon hearing his words.

"Why?"

"They are asking for an alliance."