Villain of my own novel

"Sh*t!" The white haired man cursed with his eyes wide open in surprise.

"You know what a 'Devil's Domain' is..... don't you...." Vassago asked a question that wasn't really a question because he got his answer from the man's expression.

WHOOMMM

The pitch-black mana from the void seeped out of Vassago's body and rushed towards the man who was trying to find an escape route, but it was futile as Vassago's mana moved and enveloped him in an instant.

THUD

Vassago saw the man's body fall, lifelessly, face first on the ground with a low 'thud,' and that was the last thing he saw before forcing his way into the man's consciousness.

*

Vassago entered the man's consciousness to learn about his deepest secrets and deepest memories that the man didn't want to remember, or memories that his body subconsciously pushed to the back of his mind to keep the man safe.

The scenery in front of him was ominously beautiful when he entered his consciousness. There were many high mountains that seemed to pierce through the clouds, and everything, absolutely everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow. There were many light blue crystallized crystals protruding from the thick layer of white snow, and if examined closely, the crystals contained hundreds of humans who appeared to be frozen in time.

Each crystal was at least 100 feet tall and 50 feet wide, and it was packed with humans, frozen inside.

"Hm? Where is this?" Vassago mumbled.

He expected to arrive at the location where the man imagined himself to be on top of the world, but... the sight in front of him, somehow seemed too pitiful. Vassago noticed a young man with white hair striding across a field covered in a thick blanket of white snow.

"Oh? He feels like the man I was fighting with..... though, he doesn't look anything like him...." Vassago murmured out, involuntarily.

Vassago looked around in hopes to find the man he was looking for, his vision which was limited to a few kilometres found no humans except for the young man who was striding and the humans trapped in the ice crystals.

'I'll follow him for now.' Vassago considered his options and flew behind the striding young man. Only then did he realize that he, too, had bright orange eyes with vertical black slits, though his facial features weren't exactly the same as they were now, but he seemed to be the same person, just a bit more childish.

His stride continued until he reached the bottom of the mountain hill, almost out of Vassago's sight, before coming to an abrupt halt in front of a small ice crystal with only a single couple in it.

"Who're they?" Vassago became curious and descended from the air until he was next to the young man, who suddenly snapped his head towards Vassago, who shuddered and backed off.

'He saw me? How could....? I shouldn't be visible to him? I will have to dominate his consciousness....' Vassago's thought process was cut short by the young man's murmurs.

"What was that? I thought somebody was behind me...." He mumbled, loudly.

'!'

"Heh, like hell anybody would be here.... F**king no one! No one is alive here, goddammit!" he snarled at himself and looked back at the crystals which had froze a pair containing a man and a woman.

They both had terrified expressions on their faces, as if they were fleeing something terrifying, and there were two little legs coming from behind which were held by the man, the white haired man walked to the side, leaned, and placed his forehead on the ice crystal as his eyes teared up but didn't shed, he took a step back and smiled at the sky, his lips were curled down as he was about cry, but the corners were curled up forming a very sad smile.

So sad that Vassago found himself wanting soothe the young man's sadness by making him his host.

"Hahaha..." he let out a dry laugh while staring at the clouded blue sky.

"How many times has it been?" he mumbled and blinked a few times which seemed as if he was trying get the tears back in.

"Haaa...." he sighed and held out his right hand.

SHWOOSH

A beautiful light blue sword appeared in his hand, and he made a sheathing motion before taking a step forward and slashing the ice crystals, which appeared to be a single fluid sword slash, but turned out to be more.

SWISH (7x)

"Shwish, shwish, shwish, shwish, shwish, shwish, shwish!" He made a 'swish' sound with his mouth as seven sword slashes cut down ice, leaving only the figures frozen inside of it; though there was still a thick layer of ice on them, the young man seemed pleased with the outcome.

"Heh, Plum blossom 7-sword strikes!" He said loudly with a smug grin on his face before flicking his right hand's index and middle fingers to the right, which were pointed at his forehead.

'What is that?' Vassago furrowed his brows at the young man's strange actions.

Suddenly, he put on a solemn expression before turning his back on ice crystal and placing his index and thumb fingers on his forehead with a troubled look on his face.

"This is troublesome! Haaa...." he mumbled and sighed, Vassago got curious and leaned forward to properly hear what he was mumbling to himself.

"I can't believe, I have to use the 'World Splitter' now, that too, in front of an insignificant opponent! Ha." He mumbled and scoffed.

'What? is their any humans? Even I couldn't feel anybody's presence! Is he stronger than me? The demon prince!' Vassago furrowed his brows, spread his scenes and scanned every inch up to a kilometre distance.

"Hahaha, be grateful, you insignificant insect!" he laughed menacingly and glared at nothing.

"Take this!" he held the sword with both hands, raised it behind his back and jumped forward while channelling mana into his sword.

"World! Splitter!" he roared and flung the sword forward.

SWISH

WHOOOSH

'What!?' Vassago thought in shock.

Everything, absolutely everything, slowed down..... in surprise, Vassago couldn't help but stare at the sword being swung down in one fluid movement, without any unnecessary movements, the sword movement looked flawless as all the elements present in the mana made way for his sword and he swung his sword without a single restraint on it.

SWISH

His sword appeared to move slowly, so slowly that Vassago could follow it, but he couldn't move, not even his finger, he could only stare at the sword movement in awe and....

Fear.

BOOM