Valenciavein - Untitled

Villain was staring at the ceiling. They forgot again. They forgot Villain's birthday.

They're used to it. Of course they are. But they hoped that at least Supervillain would remember it. After all, they love them.

Supervillain was working late. Again. As if this day wasn't special at all.

They're not going to be home until midnight. At least that's what they said. But the opening of the front door suggested otherwise.

Villain raised their head. Footsteps echoed through the house and stopped behind them. Before Villain could do anything, someone pulled a sack over their head. They kicked and punched, but the other one was much stronger than them.

"Happy birthday, darling"

Supervillain pulled the sack off of Villain's head. As their eyes adjust to the light, Villain finds themself in front of a set table. In the middle of the table is a black cake with Villain's name on it. Next to the cake is a covered tray.

Supervillain steps next to the tray and lifts the cloth that covered it.

On the tray is the dead body of the Hero, dressed in beautiful clothes, as if smiling. Tied on their wrist is a red bow.

Viialin's eyes fill with tears.

"You don't like it?" Supervillain sounds a little worried.

"That's... the nicest thing anyone ever done for me..."

Supervillain sighs in relief.

"Anything for you, darling"

Advisor looks around in the cold cell.

Two knights brings in a chained prisoner. They roughly push her in front of Advisor's feet.

The Demon Queen.

She doesn't look up. He speaks to her. He speaks in her language that only few know.

Queen raises her head and looks at him.

Her face is covered in blood and dirt. Her eyes are penetrating. She stares emotionlessly into Advisor's soul.

She's young. Too young. Too young to be a queen. Too young to die...

She grinds her teeth. Her mouth is a little shaky.

Even so, bloody and defeated, she is majestic.

The dark pair of eyes burn an ever deeper hole into the heart of Advisor. He wants to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Instead he sends the knights away.

When they are alone, he crouches down in front of Queen. So face to face, a few inches away, the dark pair of eyes is even more special.

Pain. Deep, millennial pain. Suffering is written on the bones of her people. Carved into hers...

He reaches out and takes her face into his hand. Gently. For once, he doesn't want to hurt.

The first emotion on Queen's face is fear. Then pain.

"I won't hurt you" Advisor speaks her language again.

He won't hurt her...

"You won't hurt me...?"

"No" Queen closes her eyes. She leans into the touch, tears flowing unstoppably. On Queen's bloody face and Advisor's hands.

"Queen... stand up... please"

Advisor takes her arm and pulls her up. Queen takes her arm away from her stomach. A huge red stain soaks her shirt. She trembles so much that Advisor must catch her before she collapse.

He lays her gently on the ground and places his palm on the wound. His fingers light up, leaving only a dark stain behind the spell.

"I knew someone... who cured with magic..."

For the first time in years, Advisor began to regret leaving the palace...

Villain hated winter. The snow, the cold. Everything was so white and bright and... clear. They hated it.

Yet they are still here. In the knee-deep snow. Looking for the Hero. And they don't really know why.

The Villain haven't seen them in a few days. They started to worry when they didn't come when they blew up a building. They usually do. But not this time.

Villain hated to admit, but (if only a little) they cared for the Hero. Their Hero...

They didn't want them to get hurt. Not if by someone else.

So they were out in the cold forest almost for hours to find that idiot. Their idiot...

The villain got more and more annoyed and cold with every second. They were thinking about going home and letting the Hero be wherever they are.

Suddenly they blood froze. And not from the cold.

They see bloody tracks in the knee-deep snow in front of them. Their worst guesses are confirmed as they follow the tracks.

A few meters away, they see the Hero's body. Covered with deep wounds and blood. They don't move, not even wince when Villain squats down next to them.

This can't be real... This can't happen...

The Villain's heart sinks as he turns the Hero on his back to get a better look at the wounds. Their first thought is to help them. To embrace them. To take them home. To tend to their wounds. To take care of them.

So they carefully reach under them and lift them up, being careful not to cause pain. As the Hero's body twitches from their touch, a huge, unstoppable, pure rage overwhelms them. They want to know who did this. A name, an address, anything information about that bastard that dared to hurt the Hero. Their Hero...

Writing Prompt #2378

"I have spat in the faces of gods and lived. I am the one who reduced the orders to ashes. I defy all limitations and expectations. And you? Pathetic, little whelp, you sincerely trust in the paltry alliances you gathered, and believe them enough for an enemy of my caliber? I rewrite worlds. You wish to find truths in false prophecy."