Villain of my own novel



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DHOOOOM-!

DHOOOOM-!

Streaks of dense , different light trials were left behind as the magic spells were casted at the still unidentified behemoth, which was making its way across the ocean, as the survivors, who had dared to attack such a being were trembling, fear-stricken, but they didn't dare stop their attacks.

They didn't even know if the being they were attacking was a Fallen or not, but since it was a dome which held a Fallen, there mere ignorant assumption that they had to kill the being in the dome to get out of there, was what lead to the plight they were clearly stuck in, and one of them, the one who gathered them, knew that they wouldn't the able to get back out in one piece.

And in a corner of his mind, he also knew that unless a miracle accrued they wouldn't even be alive, let alone returning in one piece.

And due to the strong bursts of lights, they could see the figures features, which had long kraken-like tentacles slithering down from its, clouds covered, face, it had a pair of arms and legs, but the palm of its hands were covered in tentacle holes, which went the same for its shoulders and back, while dense moss covered the body of the behemoth, that gaited towards them in calm, unbothered manner, even as it took their, the survivors, strongest magic spells head-on.

Its light flashing face was enough entice fear into the beings, who were proud of the fact that they survived till date.

"S-s-stop! Freeze the water!" A man in the vanguard roared, fearfully. Understanding that the spells casted by them had not even a ounce of effect on the behemoth.

The already trembling people, flinched at his roar, glared at him hatefully, but complied with his command. The water in front of the group froze, creakingly, as they walked on it, continuing freeze the water as they made their way towards the behemoth, completely concentrating on the water, which subtly helped them to forget about the existence of their predestined deaths.

But,

BHOOOM-!

A mere step forward of the behemoth shook their wills, as tears streamed out of their nearly lifeless eyes, that had subtle, merely hints, of hope flickering in them, as if they too were about to die out.

"Aaaaaaaaaahh!!!" The vanguard howled, of course, his trembling body wasn't moving even an inch, but his roar was loud, which he did so that he didn't lose his spirit to fight.

Yes, it was his desperation dyed war howl!

His roar screamed his will to live, which was still ignited, but in mere flickers.

"You goddamn giant a*s bit*h!!! I'll kill you!!! Aaaaaaaa!!!!" He continued his yell, igniting the dying embers of their fighting spirits of those around him, involuntarily.

He received blessings, rewards, and achievement points by the gods that were enjoying his desperation, which had buffing effects on the howling vanguard.

But,

BHOOOM-!

A single step forced their fighting spirits to die down, again.

CRA-CRACK-!!

Due to the ripples caused from the steps of the behemoth, the frozen waters began to crack and split apart, as the thinner layer shattered entirely, sending strong, cold gusts of winds slamming against their faces.

With the situation being like this, where everybody would know of the outcome, is there really any meaning for them to continue?

Wouldn't it be better for them to kill themselves instead of waiting to be killed by the behemoth, who would use methods unknown?

Whatever may happen, it won't change of the fact that if they didn't die by themselves, they'll die a horrifying, fear-stricken death, which would be as pitiful as one could imagine.

The vanguard thought, inwardly.

<Your wish shall be granted, mortal.> A orotund, singsong like voice resounded in the dungeon the survivors had entered.

They listened to the voice and calmed down abruptly as if the voice casted some sort of magic spell on them, and before they could understand,

What was that?

Where did the voice come from?

Who was mortal in question?

What was the wish?

And other questions that flashed in their minds,

The mortal mage, who stood at the end of their formation, abruptly rushed towards a damage dealer, who stood close by, pulled out his dagger and the mage abruptly slit his throat, without even a shred of hesitation.

"....."

"....."

...

.....

The world seemed to be drowning in silence, as not even the behemoth acted after the voice resounded.

"KYAAAAA!!!!" A woman covered her ears and screamed in horror.

"!!!!!"

The survivors too snapped back to their senses hearing her shrill, horror dyed scream.

"Wind Blade." A mage casted in the middle of group, aiming forward.

"Flame arrow." Another casted, aiming at the sky.

SHICHK-!

FHOOOURT-!

The casted wind blade was aimed at the caster, while the flame arrow aimed up, simply turned around after reaching a certain distance and dove back down, and pierced through the caster.

Another two killed themselves with their own magic.

But,

This time,

They didn't have the leisure to be worried about the dead, as more and more people among their group began to kill themselves with a lifeless look on their faces, that flashed on their faces before they killed themselves.

As if,

'A-a-as i-if, somebody is controlling them.....' The vanguard thought and shuddered violently, as the realised that, he was one who had the thought of killing themselves instead of waiting and dying to the behemoth, flashed in his mind.

At that instance, he got the answer for one of the many questions in their minds,

He was mortal the voice had just talked about!

At the revelation, the lustre of life in his eyes died out completely.

Unmoving, he gazed at his fellow survivors kill themselves due to him. Unbelievably, unbeknownst to him, a lifeless smile crept up on his face, which would have been considered horrifying if not for the absurd phenomenon taking place right in front of him.

Yes, he lost his mind at that instance and began to laugh like a maniac he was.

"Hue, huehuehuehehehuehehuehue....heh....."

After everybody, except for him head died, realising it was his turn now, he fanatically unsheathed his sword and aimed at his own neck, and when he tried to push in the sword with a smile on his, he frowned in confusion, because

His sword remained unmoving, stuck in mid-air.

While he struggled to pull in the sword, that didn't budge even an inch, a strong mana fluctuated and before long, a portal had opened up next to him, in which he was thrown by an extremely strong gust of winds.

*

After arriving outside.

Dazed, he, the vanguard, watched a strange white flash disappear into the dome, due to state he was in, he wasn't able see any features that could describe whatever he had just seen.

Thinking that he was hallucinating due to the extreme levels of pressures he had been in a short time, the man shook his, laughed lifelessly like a maniac as he made his way towards the [Hunters] group, which seemed to be the only salvation for the current him.

It didn't take long for him to reach them, and narrate every bit of the short term story that made him lifeless, while the same story had also reaped of the lives of his teammates and friends.

Then, after narrating every bit of it, the man asked them for a favour, which he didn't name before they agreed to it, of course, if the request was too unreasonable, they could have refused, but it was in their limits, they wouldn't hesitate to fulfil his request, due to which, though sceptical, they, the leaders-----Frostine and Seo Hana, agreed albeit hesitantly.

But,

After hearing the request, Seo Hana stiffened.

What was the request that caused her react as such?

"Please, kill me...." The man literally, pleaded, in pleasant sounding words, begged, in blunt words.

"....."

...

.....

The atmosphere in the base of the [Hunters] chilled when they heard his plea, but none had the courage to kill somebody that was begging for their own death.

"Haaaa....." Abruptly, an exhausted sigh sounded, but before they turned to face the emotionless being who just sighed,

BAM-!

SPLATTER-!

CHUP-!!

The man, who had just pleaded to die, was granted his wish, by a being that was cruel enough to do so without a shred of emotion clouding him/her. His head had exploded as the chunks of his head, together with minced flesh and blood splattered around.

Before more confusion and horror spread across their group, a slender, pale arm was raised up into the air, as the wandering gazes peered through the crowd to identify the being.

"Frostine?" Hana muttered with a subtle gasp.

"Mhmn." Frostine nodded unfazed and walked towards the headless body of the man.

"Yo-" A man among the crowd snarled, but abruptly halted when Frostine's cold, chilling glare fell on him.

Here, she, Frostine, owed an explanation to none. And it wasn't like they could even ask her why she killed the man, when the man himself asked to be killed.

He had lost his teammates.

He had lost his will to fight.

He had even lost his will to live.

Such a person was better of dead.

"What? You have anything to say?" Frostine asked with a glare that seemed to be peering into the man's very existence.

"N-n-nothing, ma'am."

"I do!"