Villain of my own novel

'I shall be 'The Eye.'' The being declared to itself, as the being felt that was the only thing it could do, yet. It will name itself the Eye who will look out into the world.

WHOOSH

The Eye floated slowly and stood up straight, raised its mannequin hand, fingers separated as if glued together, closed the others with only the index finger out, and gently tapped in mid-space.

SHWOOMMM

A small dark purple square appeared beneath the index finger as if it was a 'key' from a keyboard, spreading bright thin dark purple thread-like circuits around it before coming to a halt after about 3 inches on all sides.

CRA-CRACK (5x)

PANG

A 20-inch crack appeared in the pitch-black space, which oozed a thick dark purple hue, and numbers slowly materialized in the crack and were displayed....

[62: Years.]

[22,630: Days.]

[543,120: Hours.]

[32,587,200: Minutes.]

[1,955,232,000: Seconds.]

That was the time the Eye had spent in the world of the living, but in the pitch-black space it had counted up to about a millions of billion numbers before stopping as it seemed meaningless, and that crack was the Eye's space, and even the pitch-black space was dominated by the Eye to some extent because as its senses spread wide, the more the pitch-black space increased, making the Eye realize it was still lacking 'power' to interfere in the world of the living and in the world of nothingness.

The Eye has been getting stronger by the millisecond, but it seemed like it was still not enough to truly become a God and began to gain power again, which somehow became a reason for the Eye's existence as it walked on a thread that was in between becoming a God and a Demon, the thread could snap at any moment and tum the Eye into a demon who is 'hungry' for power, 'it' was not particularly 'hungry' for power, it was just a greedy to get stronger so that, that the strength it earned could define 'its' existence.

Even though the Eye had the 'muscle memory' of every being in the world, it didn't have anything that was 'its' own, which felt like a taint that wouldn't wash away no matter how hard the Eye tried, so the only thing that was 'its' was the strength it earned and was still earning, it could do anything while in that space and with the exception of daily torture of course, if the Eye had a heart it would be like ripping it apart as the pain increasing continuously and healing before it stopped beating would be a perfect expression.

The Eye had learned many things and nothing at the same time, as perplexing as it appeared to be, that was exactly the case with the Eye, but there was one 'feeling' that would always dominate the greed, and that was 'desire,' about what? the Eye too didn't know, but it was telling it to do what it wanted, even when it felt like greed would take over, the desire said 'Do what you want' or that's what the Eye felt like, it trusted that feeling and didn't give in to greed because the Eye was sensitive to 'feelings' it wanted to protect the only desire and got stronger because it 'wanted' a body and explore the world of the living, without being confide in this nothingness.

'....' The Eye had stopped 'thinking' anything and started to do things rather than simply thinking about it and because the only thought there was, was about getting stronger, so the Eye did that.

The Eye felt omnipresent and omniscient when it felt the power within, but it didn't become arrogant or ignorant because it still couldn't get out of the pitch-black space, which meant it was lacking and was too weak compared to the rumoured Gods whose presence even the Eye couldn't feel even though they were looking after the world of the living, and all the 'memories' the Eye got from the living knew that if it got drunk on the power it felt, 'it' will bring 'its' own demise without being able to do anything it 'wanted.'

In the meantime, Quinn Walker floated out of the academy 'Switch,' which he built to train future generations, unlike the 'camp' he survived from, and was now floating towards the house of his killer son, whose family was despised by Quinn because he knew that he was the one who killed his other sons, even the middle son who didn't want the right of becoming a successor or a heir, though he didn't know about the truth behind his wife Elvira's death, it was not like he wasn't suspicious of the youngest.

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He arrived in a massive luxurious mansion that had everything one could ever want to live a happy and lazy life; if the mansion needed any comparison, it could easily be compared to the Marquis mansion's range from a fantasy romance novel.

"Welcome, mast..." A servant approached Quinn to greet him, but was cut off completely by Quinn, who raised his hand and used magic to make him shut up.

Ignoring all of the servants in the mansion, he floated towards the youngest's office room, kicked open the door, and glared down at the pathetic pig of a son. The pig-like man was startled out of his wits when he saw his father barge in front of him like that, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"I shall be going to sector one on a mission." Quinn said to his youngest son, whose name he didn't want to utter, and turned away without giving him a chance to respond, floating towards the door with no regard for his surroundings.

STEP-STEP (5x)

"S-Sir!!" A skinny kid dashed from the garden around the mansion and dashed desperately towards Quinn as if it was the last lifeline.

"Ple-please, he-help me." The kid begged.

'!' the Eye suddenly laid its eye on the kid in front of Quinn.

'Who?' The Eye was thinking that it wanted to be with the girl in front of Quinn because that was the only thing it was 'feeling' its 'desire' raging for.

-'Who is this kid? Why is it talking like that?'

(AN: '-' will be Quinn's thoughts.)

The child was dressed in rags, clenching her dress tightly while trembling, but she still looked at Quinn's eyes with her round black obsidian eyes resolutely and desperately, she had bruises on her arms and neck, it looked a bit too brutal to do to a child and looked like she wasn't even fed properly, and her black hair was all dishevelled and overgrown as if nobody had taken care of her for years.

"Pl-please he-help me get o-out o-of here."