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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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The One You Care For

Lyon lay hunched over on the cold, damp stone floor of the cell, his breaths coming in ragged, pained gasps. 

The frigid air bit at his skin, mingling with the sweat and blood that matted his disheveled hair to his forehead. 

Towering over him, the well-built man in a gleaming knight's uniform dealt another vicious blow, his gauntleted fist connecting with a sickening thud against Lyon's ribs.

"Are you going to speak up now or what?" Vyan's voice cut through the air, as cold and sharp as a blade. He stood behind the knight, his presence a looming shadow of menace.

Lyon gasped, each breath a struggle. "What... what am I supposed to say if I don't know anything?"

"Is that so?" Vyan's face remained a mask of apathy, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction as he watched Lyon, bloodied and broken. "Michael, take the torture up a notch."