I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Third Person's POV]

RAGE.

Raw, boiling, uncontrollable rage surged through Samael's veins, threatening to drown every rational thought. The sight of Lily—battered, her cheek red from the slap, her tear-filled eyes pleading—stirred something primal within him. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, the cool metal grounding him as he fought to maintain control over his emotions.

How dare they.

The boys' sneers and mocking laughter rang in his ears, but they were drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the growing roar of bloodlust that pulsed through his very being. These humans, so blinded by their arrogance and ignorance, thought they could harm someone he cared for and walk away unscathed?

"You think I'm here to fight?" Samael's voice was low, and lethal, each word dripping with an unspoken promise of violence. He took another step forward, his dual-coloured eyes glowing brighter with every passing second. A swirl of energy crackled around him, the air itself becoming thick with his aura. "I'm here to kill."

Fear flickered across the leader's face for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it with a cocky grin. "Big words for a dragon playing in a human's world. You really think you—"

"Nyxara, I want that hand to be ripped out of that corpse. That hand touched my Lily, and for that alone, he deserves no mercy."

The sudden chill in the air cut through the bravado of the group. The shadowy figure of Nyxara sitting on the shoulder of Samael lept out, while in the air she altered her size from a cute cub to a ferocious panther.

Nyxara, now towering over them in her fierce panther form, landed gracefully between Samael and the group of boys, her sleek, shadowy fur blending with the darkness of the alley. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, filled with predatory intent.

The sight of her caused the boys to take a collective step back, their earlier arrogance crumbling under the weight of the terrifying presence that now stood before them.

"You had your chance," Samael whispered, his voice cold as ice, and the air around him seemed to pulse with raw, deadly energy.

Nyxara growled low and deep, a sound that reverberated through the alley like thunder. The boys, frozen in place, could feel the predator's hunger, her readiness to tear them apart with a single swipe of her claws.

The leader, who had been so confident just moments ago, now found himself trembling. He attempted to rally his courage, his voice shaking as he spoke. "You... You can't get away with this. We're part of the academy's elite! You'll be—"

Samael cut him off with a sharp laugh, a sound devoid of humor. "The academy?" His eyes flashed dangerously, and with a single thought, the alley seemed to darken, shadows creeping up the walls as if obeying his will. "Do you think your titles or connections matter to me? You dared to harm her, and for that, I don't care who you are."

One of the boys, barely holding his composure, glanced at the alley's exit as if calculating his chances of escape. But before he could make a move, Nyxara's glowing eyes locked onto him, a low growl escaping her throat. He froze, knowing any attempt to flee would end in his swift demise.

"Please..." one of them stammered, fear finally overtaking him. "We didn't mean any real harm... Let us go!"

Lily, still shaken but now standing beside Samael, clenched her fists. Her eyes, though filled with tears, were also brimming with determination. "They hurt me," she whispered softly, though Samael heard every word. Her words hung in the air, and the flicker of anger in Samael's gaze deepened.

"Nyxara," Samael commanded, his voice calm but deadly, "leave the leader to me. As for the others..." He trailed off, letting the chilling silence finish his thought.

Nyxara snarled in response and began advancing toward the group. The boys cowered in terror, realizing too late that they had misjudged the dragon they had so arrogantly taunted. The air crackled with tension as the weight of their mistake settled heavily on their shoulders.

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"You should have known better than to touch what's mine."

In a blur of movement, Samael unsheathed his sword. Shimmering with light and shadow, the blade glowed ominously in the dim alleyway. He moved toward the leader with lethal precision, each step measured, his dual-coloured eyes locked onto his target with unwavering focus.

"Wait! Please!" The leader begged, stumbling backwards in a futile attempt to escape Samael's wrath. But there was no escape. Not anymore.

Samael raised his sword, the tip resting just below the leader's chin. "No mercy," he whispered, his voice like a death sentence.

The boy's face drained of colour as his life flashed before his eyes. His mouth opened to scream, but the sound was lost in the roar of Nyxara's attack behind him, the feral panther having already descended upon his companions, their cries of terror filling the alley.

Samael's blade gleamed in the dim light as it moved in a swift arc, An arm flew detached from its former place leaving a trail of blood in the air, staining the cobblestones beneath them. The leader's terrified eyes widened, and a choked gasp escaped his lips as he staggered back, shock and disbelief contorting his features.

The alley was engulfed in chaos; Nyxara's powerful form slashed through the boys with merciless precision, her claws tearing through flesh and bone. Their screams echoed, a cacophony of fear that only fueled Samael's rage. He focused solely on the leader, who had now crumpled to the ground, clutching the bloody stump where his arm once was.

"You think this is the end?" the leader whimpered, his bravado shattered. "You'll pay for this, dragon! You have no idea who you're messing with!"

Samael leaned closer, his voice a venomous whisper. "I know exactly who I'm messing with. You're nothing but a coward, hiding behind your title and your friends. You hurt someone I love, and that's a mistake you'll never recover from."

The boy's eyes darted to Nyxara, who was now playing with the remains of his companions, her growls punctuating the night. He realized, too late, the depth of his error.

"Please," he gasped, desperation creeping into his voice. "I was wrong! I'll never do it again. Just let me go—"

Samael's expression hardened. "You'll never get that chance. You took that from Lily, and now it's time to pay the price." He raised his sword again, this time aiming directly at the leader's heart.

Suddenly, a surge of energy crackled through the air, causing Samael to pause. Shadows danced along the walls, swirling and shifting as if alive. It was a warning, a reminder of the power he wielded. But it also carried the weight of his choice.

As he stood there, sword poised, he felt a hand on his arm—Lily's touch, firm yet trembling. "Samael," she said softly, her voice a mix of fear and resolve. "You don't have to do this. You're better than them."

Her words struck a chord within him, stirring a flicker of hesitation. In that moment, he looked down at the boy, whose face was a mask of terror and regret, and he felt the conflict within himself.

"You don't know what it's like to be powerless," the boy said, desperation fueling his plea. "I'm sorry! I never meant for it to go this far!"

Samael's grip on the sword faltered as he met Lily's gaze. He saw her fear, but also her hope—hope that he could choose a different path. But the memory of her pain burned vividly in his mind, stoking the flames of his fury.

With a deep breath, he lowered the sword slightly, his voice steady but fierce. "I won't kill you today, but mark my words: if you ever come near Lily again, I will not hesitate. You'll wish you had died here."

The leader's eyes widened, a mix of relief and lingering terror. "I swear! I'll stay away!"

Nyxara, sensing Samael's shift in resolve, growled lowly but stepped back, allowing the tension in the air to shift. The remaining boys were scattered and shaken, their arrogance obliterated.

"You are all lucky," Samael said, turning to the group. "But remember this: every action has consequences. Don't test my patience again." He sheathed his sword, the blade's light fading, but the threat remained palpable.

As Samael stepped away, Lily moved closer to him, her eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and concern. "You didn't have to let him go," she said softly.

He met her gaze, his expression softening. "I needed to show them mercy, even if it's hard. It doesn't mean I'll ever forget what they did to you."

Lily nodded, her relief mingling with the remnants of fear. "Thank you for standing up for me. I… I don't want you to change."

"I won't," Samael replied, taking her hand firmly. "But I'll protect you, always."

Samael tightened his grip on Lily's hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. The chaos around them faded into a distant murmur, the alley now silent but for the distant echo of footsteps and the soft rustle of Nyxara settling back into her smaller form, curling protectively at his feet.

"Let's go, others must be worried," Samael said as Nyxara jumped and settled on his shoulder nuzzling against his neck, her presence a calming reassurance.

"Who's this?" Lily asked while trying to touch Nyxara, her fingers brushing against the panther's sleek fur. The creature purred softly, the sound reverberating like a low thunder.

"This is Nyxara," Samael said, a hint of pride in his voice. "My familiar."

"Familiar?!"

"It's a long story... or not?"

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[To Be Continued]

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