Villain of my own novel



Horror.

That was what Vine could feel as he gazed at the ethereal smile on Eshwar's celestial form.

'Ah, f**k....' Vine thought as he decided to go all out, he didn't even think he would be able to stand against Eshwar if he started off without using all of his strength, and he was right to think so.

Mobilizing his demonic energy at his feet while the excessive energy was channelled throughout his body, he tightened his leg muscles as his left hand gripped the demonic energy next to his waist, as the demonic energy stretched out and formed a rod of pure demonic energy.

FLAP-!

BOOM-!

A circular wind pressure exploded out when he kicked off of mid-space as he flapped his bat-like wings strongly, lunging himself towards Eshwar, who held a calm ethereal smile on his circuits filled faceless face.

The extended rod behind Vine's grip expanded out and morphed into a arm-width broad sword, which he swung diagonally upward upon noticing Eshwar in his range, forgetting about the most obvious fact about he himself being in his opponent's range too.

But,

Fortunately for him, Eshwar didn't move,

Or it seemed to be so.

"Hap!" Vine exclaimed as his hands pointed upward. His sword swing left behind a thin black line, that had covered Eshwar's celestial form from head to toe diagonally, yet

The ethereal smile on Eshwar's hadn't disappeared, while those around him simply gazed at whatever was happening happen without even a peep leaving their throats.

Not because they didn't want to call out, but because they couldn't.

They felt that if they made even the slightest of sounds, whatever was going to happen next, wouldn't happen, hence involuntarily, they had even stopped breathing.

At that moment, when reality seemed to have begun to move, Eshwar also moved; his right leg sunk down, as they stood mid-space, he leaned left with his shoulder scrunched inwardly, while bending his left knee.

Dodging the sword swing with perfection.

'That's possible?' Vine wondered inwardly, though reality seemed to have paused for a brief moment, it didn't really feel like it at the same time, so even though confused as to what had happened, he just thought that the time seemed to have slowed down due to him being immersed in the desire to slash through the absolute monster in front of him.

Little did he know that reality really had paused due to Eshwar using his skills that were still a part of him even though he asked the system to remove his status window. And since the thought process is continued even when the skill is active, none would realise why the reality seemed to have stopped if Eshwar himself didn't announce his skill activation phrase.

'It's not over yet!' Vine thought as he clenched his broad sword which was pointing upward, and swung down at Eshwar, vertically, connecting his current swing with his previous one.

But, he didn't stop even after he swung down vertically.

Her soon swung horizontally left, vertically upward, swung right diagonally downward, vertically upward, and horizontally left upon reaching Eshwar's waist length, it was systematic basic swordsmanship that was perfected over time, since he didn't have much skills as Vinny, who merely had a defective status window.

His sword swings had perfectly trapped Eshwar in a box with "X" shaped strike and a horizontal slash in the middle.

Again, reality seemed to have been stopped.

'?!!!' Vine's pupils dilated when he saw Eshwar's celestial figure casually walk out of the thin threads drawn by his sword swings. He calmly inspected the thin threads and hummed in satisfaction, before casually walking back and standing behind the stretched threads.

With his ethereal smiles still plastered on his faceless face.

Threads of Vine's began to shoot out at Eshwar, who began to lean to the sides, dodging the thin threads one after another.

With perfection.

Eshwar had managed to pull off that stunt upon spamming his [Pause-Play] skill. And this momentary stunt was enough for Vine to understand that he was being played around with.

Upon reality returning to normal,

"This basta*d...." Vine cursed, in response to which Eshwar bowed as if he was bowing at the audience after a perfectly portrayed well-planned act.

The fear in his consciousness wavered at his agitating rage that seemed to explode at an given moment.

"Boo!" Eshwar abruptly exclaimed as if trying to scare a child, but Vine, who stood in front of shuddered in utter horror that assaulted him out of nowhere.

'Wha....' Vine momentarily became unable to think as his eyes lost focus and drool began to trickle down his mouth, which he had involuntarily lost control of in an instant.

All of Eshwar's actions seemed to be cheerful and heart warming to the audience, but every single bit of the same actions instilled deep inerasable fear in Vine's consciousness.

Vine, who regained his senses, barely managed to control his bladder, as he gritted his teeth in horror and rage, unable to understand what was really going on.

Vine pushed his hands in front of his chest as his broad sword drooped down in the middle, he gripped the grip of his sword with his right hand and spun his sword with a loud roar.

"HAPP!"

His sword formed a thin, perfect, threaded circle right in front of him, it wasn't anything special and wouldn't be if that too shot out towards Eshwar, like his previous sword swings.

The circle was big enough for Vine to pass through, and that's exactly what he did.

As if an action hero was walking in slow motion, living his moment, Vine stepped "out" of the threaded ring, and

CRA-CRACK-!!!

CRACK-!

SHATTER-!

Spider web-like cracks appeared, spreading outwardly from the ring in which Vine, who had stepped out, stood still in the middle.

Large clawed palms pierced at the edges of the ring as they ripped out the space, while the space inside the ring remained the same.

These claws seemed to rush towards Eshwar, who was recognised as Vine's enemy. The cracked space's insides were darker purple in colour, while the hands that stretched out of them seemed to those of demons that were massive in size, while Vine stood in the middle of the ring his sword drew with a twitching smile on his face.