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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasy
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Stab In The Back

For a moment, Vyan and Celeste stood frozen as droplets of blood colored the floor. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but his gaze was steady. A thin smile curled his lips, yet it never reached his eyes.

"Hard choices, Tia?" Vyan murmured, his voice eerily calm. "I don't see much of a dilemma here. Either let your nephew rot in some dank cell, or, you know, don't. It shouldn't be as hard as brewing a potion."

"Why…" Celeste asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Why aren't you surprised?" 

Vyan scoffed derisively. "Surprised? Please, Tia, give me some credit. I might not have a crown on my head, but I am not stupid. Only a handful of people outside my estate would know how to restrain me—a mage—properly. And I am pretty sure you are familiar with the kind of restriction I am referring to, right?"