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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.

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Rage Without A Target

The next day, Vyan was buried under a pile of paperwork as usual when Freya came in, her face a picture of exaggerated misery. 

"Vyan, why did you stick me with that insufferable prick? He is so rude, I am surprised he doesn't burst into flames from his own arrogance."

Vyan glanced up, a sympathetic smile playing on his lips. "Sorry, Freya. Clyde had to sprint off for some work, otherwise, he was supposed to handle our ever-so-delightful newcomer"

Freya pouted dramatically, folding her arms. "Will you go meet Lord Lyon now? He was dropped off here five minutes ago."

"Should I roll out the red carpet while I am at it?" Vyan commented. "He is here as a slave, Freya, not a dinner guest," he clarified.

"Fair point," she shrugged, clearly amused. "Since I am completely clueless about what to do with him, could you please give me the brief version of my torture duties?"

"Sure thing. You know the underground cell?"