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The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantaisie
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[255] The Yandere makes a move.

'...pink hair?'

Crimson, seeing his client thought...

'Familiar.'

Indeed...she was familiar...far too familiar at that. Elt-Crimson knew of her.

That luscious pink hair, those crimson eyes of hers. Her striking appearance would be remembered because of the combo of her hair and eyes she did not fear standing out in a crowd.

And even though there was a mask on her face, her bodily features which were reminiscent of an hourglass, paired with the scarlet eyes and Pink hair combo...was truly unique and there was only one person Crimson was reminded of.

'...Serena.'

He thought, knowing the Identity of the girl.

'What is she doing here? Why can't Elijah handle his Yandere by himself?'

He thought, cursing his fate. He knew who the girl was and how scary this damn mentally ill bitch could be. She was a Yandere.