Reincarnated as a Failed Villain: Fallen Angel

"Jimmy Rells. Would you like another chance in life? A chance for revenge?" angel girls asked him in unison as their wings fluttered to keep themselves in place.

Jimmy was about Lucas's age, with blonde hair and deep red eyes as blue as a morning sky. The wound on his neck that had killed him was gone. He looked frail, like a starved baby bird. Jimmy stared at the talking pair of angels in disbelief. He kept staring at them until one girl smiled and said, "It's okay. You can speak now."

His voice was like the tinkling of wind chimes. Jimmy said, "Where am I?" He blinked a couple of times before he began speaking: "W-What do I do?" he asked, his voice trembling. "I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Please don't kill me!" he pleaded, his voice rising to near panic. He believed that there was a rift in space through which monsters normally enter Lightburn, and he thought he was pulled into it.

"Where did you find this kid?" Lucas asked before placing their hands on his hips.

`"He died after his classmates bullied him," said the other girl as she lowered her head toward Lucas. She whispered to Lucas, "They pushed him into the mirror, and the glass shard cut his throat." The blonde's words were so quiet that only he could hear them clearly, "His bullies walked away, laughing. They didn't notice that he was injured to this extent."

"Why?" Lucas's face distorted from disgust to disbelief. "That's way beyond bullying."

"Jeez. Your life before you regained angelic powers was no different." Girls said in unison again.

"So he's powerless?" asked Lucas in confusion while looking down at Jimmy with a look of pity and sorrow in his eyes.

Angel girls nodded in response as Jimmy opened his eyes wide with shock and fear, then looked at his body and exclaimed, "I can move my arms! And they work perfectly!"

Jimmy tried moving every part of his body except for one arm, but nothing happened; No movement whatsoever. "What? How is this possible?!" He asked the girls desperately as he held his right arm up to them.

Girls smiled at him gently and said in unison, "He was already on the path to the next reincarnation cycle. But we managed to pull his soul back."

There were two options Lucas could do for Jimmy. He could retrieve his mana back, leaving the boy powerless. Or... He could turn Jimmy into a Nephilim. However, with the powers of Nephilim, there will be a massive bloodlust Jimmy would have to endure.

Lucas sighed deeply at hearing how many kids tormented someone like that. Then he raised a hand above Jimmy's face.

"Do you want to live?"

"Y-Yes..." Jimmy uttered as if about to cry.

"Do you want power?" Lucas asked again with a bit more sternness in his voice.

"Power?" Jimmy questioned with widened eyes. His lips trembled as tears rose in his eyes while staring at Lucas. He nodded slowly and asked softly, "W-What do you mean?"

"I can let you live as a regular human, the way you lived up until now." Lucas spoke kindly, but then he turned serious and asked, "Or... You can become one of us. Have mana greater than you have ever seen. The power that would rival that of the Elemental king."

Jimmy was speechless for a few seconds. He knew king Thomas was one of the most powerful kings in the Lightburn, so Lucas's offer sounded too good to be true. "Is it possible? C-Can I use it to get revenge on those who bully me?" Jimmy asked hopefully.

Lucas nodded and replied with a wicked smirk. He leaned closer to Jimmy and said. "Oh, that's what I hope you will do!~"

Angel girl's walked behind Jimmy and said in playful tones, "Bye-bye, for now!~"

The boy looked into Lucas's eyes and felt something unfamiliar awaken inside himself: an overwhelming sense of rage, an unwavering desire to kill everyone that ever wronged him for being weak. The sensation was exhilarating as his body trembled in anticipation of vengeance against his tormentors. All of a sudden, his surroundings shifted, and his consciousness went black for several moments before returning to his senses with the sound of school bells ringing.

Jimmy opened his eyes and lifted his head from the floor. He was back in the school's bathroom. The loud thumping he had been hearing was the sound of his heart racing. He had been dreaming about the night he died -- his former best friend hit his head into the mirror, cutting his throat as he went down. His blood had seeped onto the floor and hardened, but no one knew about it.

Jimmy's heart pounded, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He could not breathe. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed. He searched blindly for the wound and screamed in shock, "Holy shit!!" His hands danced like phantoms over his neck, nowhere near finding a wound. He picked up the mirror shart to see his neck's reflection. The image was small and broken but perfect enough to display that a wound was there.

"I really died and met those monsters." Jimmy's eyes were lifeless as he spoke. Tears formed in his red eyes, second proof of his lost humanity. "No... Not monsters." He muttered as he gazed at his own reflection within the broken shard. His eyes started glowing red as white wings formed behind his back and a halo above his head. "Gods."

Jimmy's face revealed a smirk as a massive pair of wings tore his school jacket. Halo above his head shined so brightly that it looked like a mini sun.

"I can finally kill them all." The boy clenched both fists, preparing to tear off anything that got in his way of revenge. "I can kill Jeremy!" when suddenly, the door to the bathroom slammed open, causing him to jump with fright. A voice came from the doorway;

"W-What the hell? M-Monster?!"

Jimmy gazed at the person who had just entered the bathroom and noticed that it was his homeroom teacher. The same teacher who, instead of helping him, encouraged Jimmy's bullies to torment him.

"Mhm... An appetizer." Jimmy's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he spread the majestic wings that sprouted from his back. He flexed the powerful muscles of his wings and, with a sudden, violent thrust, created a gust of wind that forced him backward, slamming into his teacher. He grabbed the teacher by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

"Mhmhhm." The teacher tried to speak but couldn't as Jimmy quickly covered his mouth.

"It's not my problem." Jimmy started mocking the teacher. "People without mana are better off dead anyway." His words sent chills down the teacher's spine as he realized that Jimmy was repeating his words to him.

Jimmy felt how his teacher's body was starting to succumb to the lack of air. Jimmy felt his own adrenaline rush as his wings pushed him off the ground. He felt his teacher's neck cracking.

The teacher's face was blue, and his lips were purple. His fingers scratched Jimmy's hand with each beating of his heart.

"Weak people disgust me!~" Jimmy said while tightening his grip.

The crunching and cracking of the teacher's skull echo through the bathroom, reverberating off the walls and echoing in Jimmy's ears. Blood splatters onto the walls and floor with each burst of pressure from Jimmy's hand.

As Jimmy crushed the teacher's head, there was a wet, crunching sound as his bones cracked and broke under pressure. The brain matter is slimy and viscous, coating his fingers like jelly. The sickening sound echoed off the bathroom walls, prolonging the scene's horror.

Jimmy tasted the madness of his power. Jimmy felt the teacher's blood running down his chin. He felt the salty taste of his own tears, as he closed his eyes, ready to tear the man into pieces.

Jimmy could taste the teacher's blood in his mouth. The blood of a man who encouraged bullying and a student to commit suicide.

The taste of blood streamed into mouth and into throat. It was salty, fresh, and warm...

"Mhm... Taste of justice is... divine." he muttered. He felt relieved as his bloodlust faded away a little. He smiled as he looked at his palms. "I have the power." he thought to himself. "I am a messenger of a god..." he whispered. He felt happy when he realized that no one would bully him ever again.

Jimmy walked out of the bathroom, his hands and face stained with blood. He had done something wrong, but he felt a sense of accomplishment. He had taken justice into his own hands and was ready to take on the world.

"Now, where the fuck is Jeremy?" he muttered as he walked, leaving the trail of blood behind him through the hall, passing students making their way toward lunch or getting ready for class.

The students stared at him in shock, wondering whether this was a cosplay of sorts.

"Is that Jimmy?" some student exclaimed, pointing her fingers.

"What the fuck is he wearing?"

"It's so realistic!"

The whispers grew louder as the students saw Jimmy and his bloodstained clothing. Initially, they laughed and joked, but their voices suddenly stopped when the boys started screaming in the bathroom. The screams cut through the hallway like knives, sending chills through the students' spines. They all went silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the panting of their breaths as they processed what had just occurred.

"And here we go!" Jimmy exclaimed.