The Villain's Story

“What’s my name?”

As I heard his question, I fell into deep thought.

Name…huh.

This is unexpected.

A name…hmmm

I created him, but never expected him to gain sentience, so I didn’t give his soul a proper name.

But do I have a right to give him his name?

Especially since what I’ve done.

I looked at him for a while, his crystal Blue eyes piercing me.

I turned away and looked down at the city.

As I saw the lights of the city shine in the distance, the Massive holographic Advertisement rising high up in the sky.

The ins-humans living their life.

I thought.

‘A name…huh.’

Hmmm.

I’ve never been good with names.

“What is my name?”

I heard his voice again and fell into deep thought.

…

…

…

And at last, I came up with an answer and laughed at my previous stupidity.

He’s gained sentience, a completely separate soul…

A completely separate Dragon.

“You’ll know when the time comes.”

“What kind of bullshit answer is that?”

“It’s not bullshit, remember you are a dragon, and each dragon has a name of their own, the first and last.”

“Then what’s my dragon name?”

I heard his question, chuckled at myself, and answered him.

“I don’t know.”

I truly did not know.

I could have found out if he had one yet.

He had not manifested his name..not yet at least.

I wonder when he will manifest it.

“…”

As I saw the gaze of the disappointed child, I knew I need to come up with an answer to satisfy him.

And so I did.

“Alan Peccator,”

I said.

And continued.

“Use that name until your dragon name manifests.”

I created you, so I’ll give you a substitute name until you find your name.

Until you find who you are.

And why am I giving you the name Alan Peccator?

Because Alan Peccator no longer exists.

I forsook that name long ago.

The moment I lost my humanity…no my sanity.

To me, Alan Peccator died and from his Ashes rose Aranus, The Dragon Of Oblivion And Extinction.

A name forgotten by time itself, hidden under the shadow of Aranus.

Thrown into the emptiness that is the abyss.

Hah…I’ve recalled some bad memories.

…shit…didnt want to remember them again.

Not…again.

“Haaah…”

I let out a sigh and watched as he stood up from the couch, unbuttoned his sleeve, and checked his Bloodline Mark, the mark of the Phoenix.

Before covering it up again.

And he silently opened up a portal and stepped inside without speaking a word.

The portal disappeared and my figure began to turn ethereal.

But before I disappeared, I gave the city one last look before muttering.

“Good Luck.”

You’ll need it.

******

I used my spear to support myself as I almost fell.

Yet my body, being controlled didn’t listen to my mind, no matter how much I tried to resist.

The black fog covered my body, forcing it to move despite the injuries I had sustained.

It made me continue to fight.

Against the holy beings that were the celestial….and my own kin.

As I slew them, as I reaped their lives, I was forced to just watch even though it was me doing such actions.

I alone, moved into this paradise of land now dyed scarlet by the blood of its inhabitants.

As I slew the Celestials whilst being in the air, I tore their wings out, and even slit the necks of the dragons left alive.

I knew it.

‘It’ was coming.

They are all….risking their lives to buy some time.

The City I was trying to siege, the city whose walls knew no end.

Its inhabitants, the inhabitants of Celestia itself risking their lives for…their children within the city to have a future.

…how foolish.

How many times…must I have to suffer for you to understand…

It’s impossible?

How many times will you use that Chalice to reverse time?

And it infuriates me even so that those hidden beings…those powers above the supreme rank just watch this happen.

Some are restricted, but some are not 𝑖𝘳𝑎.𝒸ℴ𝘮

AND THOSE UNRESTRICTED COWARDS JUST LIE THERE WITHOUT DOING A THING!

HAVE YOU DRAGONS OF OLD FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING?!

…sigh what am I even doing?

…they have probably fallen into a deep slumber.

… I don’t want to suffer anymore.

Just let it end….please.

But I knew it would not end…as I saw the sky itself split and golden light descends upon us.

As I saw my foes liven up, their eyes lit with hope once again.

I knew…it was ready.

The Gate Of Babylon, The Wrath of Babylon was soon to fall upon me once again…and give them a chance.

Shit… that’s going to fucking hurt.

The golden massive swords fell upon my figure…no matter how hard I tried to evade them, eventually those celestial clung onto my body to stop me.

And the Light of Babylons Gates, its wrath fell upon me en masse.

***

Hah…hah.

I’ve done it.

I’ve survived.

But at what cost?

Every one of my foes is dead, and the gates of Babylon are within my sight.

My body was broken, my spirit broken marching towards the slaughter I was going to commence.

Use it…you bastards…use that damn chalice.

I don’t want to kill innocent children and weak people.

*Kekekekeke.*

…Fucking hell, as if I’ve hadn’t had enough, I heard the laugh of the abyss.

Am I hallucinating?

Probably so, but its body still walked leisurely towards the city.

Before all, I could see was a deep golden light accompanied by grains of sand representing time itself following it.

And before my figure was consumed by that wave of coming light, I saw a notification before me.

Something that broke me even further.

[You have Manifested your true dragon Name:Aranus, Draco Oblivionis et Extinctionis.]

Ah….fuck.

So it finally happened.

I’ve lost my original name…Alan Peccator no longer exists huh…

It’s fine… it’s better for me to not be remembered by that name.

But the name…given to me by my parents, the name my sister used to call…

..It….its…. it’s gone…and with my the last vestiges of my sanity will soon follow

And then, the Wave of Golden light reached me and time slowly rewound.

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A/N:Say Goodbye to these two, you won’t be seeing them for a while.

Time to focus on the other characters.

2nd A/N:No chapter for tomorrow, will be busy re-reading chapters to correct mistakes

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