Villain of my own novel



Seo Hana, Katline, Grace, Neal, Reynolds, Hannah, Louie, Core, Arngrim, Frostine, Amanda, Gerry, Greg, Simon, Ash, Clifford, Dominic, and Belinda were gazing at Vine's back that was merely seen standing, gazing at Eshwar, who also merely stood with a warm ethereal smile on his faceless face.

The ring Vine created continued to exist, but seemed to be doing nothing except for staying in place,

But soon,

Disgusting but massive arms began to appear out of nowhere, of course, to them, these hands were only visible inside Vine's ring, as they stretched towards Eshwar.

They couldn't understand where those hands were coming out from, hence they merely thought that those hands were materializing out of the ring Vine's sword drew.

Since space wasn't cracked from the angle they saw things, it was only natural they try to conclude things based on their experience and common sense.

Although common sense had left the chat since a while ago.

Ahem.

From Eshwar's perspective.

The hands rushing towards him oozed strange aura that was prickly. His celestial form also felt pricked as the aura oozed, of course, since Vine was already a God, it wasn't that strange to know that his aura felt prickling.

That didn't mean it felt threatening, it was merely annoying.

The same kind of feeling you would feel when a bug is buzzing in your ear persistently.

'It has been a long time since I have stretched without actually getting beaten up.' Eshwar thought inwardly.

*

One day,

After a long consideration upon whether he should do it or not, he finally decided and understood that it was essential, so he spoke with his wife, Isha, and asked her whether he could awaken her soul completely.

After days of silent treatment, and a steamy, dreamy day and night, Isha had agreed and asked him to awaken her soul, he couldn't really understand what was going in her head at that time, since she had suddenly acted as if she was going somewhere far away and never return, but, he understood her thought process after he awakened her soul and she remained the same Isha, but stronger.

Yes, she had thought she would die, no, she wouldn't be the Isha Eshwar knew, which was the reason all those steamy activities took place, but upon noticing that she was still herself, she was embarrassed, like to the limits.

That day was concluded to be the most embarrassing day of her life and persistently persisted Eshwar to forget about that day, and as a best husband ever, Eshwar told her that he forgot about it, yet teased her about it from time to time.

Though she remained the same, she had shown behaviour of becoming excessive at times, but Eshwar didn't dislike it.

Since Isha-----whose soul has awakened entirely strengthened her whole existence accordingly-----was much stronger than any Gods Eshwar had faced, hence he would ask her to spar from time to time, and would always get beaten up by her.

He had only beginning to actually put up a fight against her, only recently.

*

Hence his thoughts about how he had got to stretch without being beaten up by his own lovable wife.

Anyway, that's besides the matter at hand.

Eshwar frowned slightly, because no matter what,

'It's annoying.'

His ethereal skin felt prickling, as if he was bit by a group of mosquitos all over.

"How annoying." Eshwar muttered under his breath and raised his dark ink dyed palm that was devoid of the circuits that were engraved on his body. He willed for a circuit to climb up to his index finger and the circuit that had ended on his wrist stretched out and his index finger turned frost blue, before the back of his index finger stretched out and sharpened, turning his index finger into a mini blade made of hard frost.

He drew a horizontal line after pausing reality, after the line was complete, he tapped the middle of the bright frost blue thread that remained mid-space as a gap formed in between the thread that had now split into two.

It only after that was done, he unfroze reality, returning it to normal.

The pair of threads in front of Eshwar disappeared in an instant, and reappeared on Vine's sides, slashing through the arms that were stretching out from the shattered space around him.

The horizontal linear line of massive arms next to Vine disappeared into thin air after being slashed by Eshwar's horizontal thread of frost that had stretched wide, and was expected yet was also unexpectedly strong.

But that wasn't all, before Vine snapped out of his shock on understanding what had just happened, horizontal and vertical frost blue threads manifested in front of the arms stretching out of the crack, as Vine looked at them in bewilderment.

The near uncountable number of arms stretching out of the crack in space had culled into numbers that were countable with both arms, in response to which Vine bit his lip until it bleed and began to swing his broad sword frantically while muttering 'it wasn't over yet,' repeatedly like a chant.

He was sweating profusely with frantic expression marring his face, he was so agitated that he had even forgotten the existence of his own wings and millions of kinds of magic spells he could use, he was perfect example on how a Demon God should never be.

From what Eshwar could tell as he dodged every swing thrown at him, it seemed like "Vine" was still being influenced by Vinny's and Vassago's emotions, even though Vine himself was a newer existence with two egos merged into one.

'He is such a unique being, it is such a waste....' Eshwar thought, but didn't complete his thoughts upon noticing how Vine had began to stop trembling.

Vine's agitation seemed to have ended, as his frantic expression cleared up soon after.

"Self Heal." Vine muttered, and for whatever reason, divinity oozed from his palm and enveloped Vine, a demonic being, and began to affect him positively.

'Good....'