Villain of my own novel

"Oh!" Faye exclaimed and smiled brightly.

"You are quite early, Mr. Punctual." She said with a lovely smile on her face.

SWOOSH

She saw the silhouette charge towards the office room's door, or where a door had been previously.

SWISH

A crimson red coloured wide line appeared in the thick dust veil which showed no signs of disappearing any time soon.

BOOM

Though Faye couldn't see what had just happened, she knew that it was only a matter of seconds before that newly born 'undead' died. There was one peculiarly vexing aspect to this type of undead: if it is in a certain limit, it'll copy everything that it sees, which was also the reason it was able to use Faye's 'quick sword' trait.

*

BAAAANNNGGGG!!

An ear deafening 'bang' resounded and an eerie silence descended upon the room Faye sat in.

'It has only been around 30 seconds! Are you kidding me? I would only be able to fight against him for thirty seconds? Even after using my trait??' Faye pouted; even though she knew how strong he was, she couldn't believe that her 'quick sword' trait only lasted 30 seconds against him.

'he didn't even use his fire trait!' Faye grumbled inwardly at her realization.

STEP (6x)

WHOOSH

SHATTER

Max simply waved his hand, and the dust cloud that had covered the entire floor dissipated through the windows, which had shattered at the same time, possibly.....No, if it was somebody else Faye would have thought it was coincidence, but she knew better, so she now knew that he made the windows shatter so that the dust cloud would get out. Hmm, this seemed like a correct assumption, even to Faye.

"Shall we go out?" Max, who wore black formal dress and nothing out of the ordinary, asked Faye and offered his hand to her, ignoring everything that had just happened and not even asking what Alvin was doing here, though the state she was in would have explained everything. She knew a ton of people who were having relationships without a single ounce of trust, so her heart warmed a little at his seemingly unbothered and unknowing actions, but...

"No." Faye rejected his offer, firmly.

"Are you hurt?" Max frowned and glanced back at where the headless withered body laid and glared at it.

"No." Faye denied, firmly.

"Hm?" Max tilted his head, puzzled, but then his eyes slightly opened wide and he retracted his hand; this time, Faye furrowed her brows at his actions, perplexed.

"Then let's simply go on a date." Max smiled lightly and stood with an arm open to the side, as if inviting her for a walk side by side.

"Huh?" Faye tilted her head.

"Hm? What? You don't want to go on a date either?" Max asked with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? What're you talking about?" Faye asked back.

"Huh? You just rejected me twice, right?" Max asked.

"..... Yes. But why did you think I didn't want to go on a date?" Faye asked after replying to his question.

"..... I thought, you changed your mind about 'the plan' and since you said it was your first time, I thought you were scared and didn't want to do it right now." Max replied with genuine confusion written on his face.

'What nonsense is that? But why does it sound right? Since I rejected his offer after asking him for it all day long, of course he would think that way.....' Faye reasoned.

"....No, no, I just have something talk about." Faye wanted to make fun of him by denying again, but looking at his confused face, she thought he would take her words seriously and the plan would be postponed, which seemed like a bit of a..... waste (?).

"Huh? Oh ok." Max nodded his head in understanding. Faye thought he was acting strangely dense.... No, his actions were quite accurately seemed dense, she concluded that maybe he too was a bit nervous, so Faye got straight to the point without beating around the bush.

*

A few minutes later.

"...."

"...." Faye noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere after she finished talking about everything that happened in the last few minutes to Max.

"Haa....so you're saying that you received a prophecy from a god." Max sighed and said while staring at Faye.

"Mhm." Faye hummed, nodding.

'Wait!! Why....is he asking questions? When I am speaking of the Goddess's words? Shouldn't nobody question this?' Faye thought and a sudden chill ran down her spine as an extremely ominous feeling crept up from Faye's very core, as if it was primitive of her certain DEATH.

"Haa... and why did you conclude those words to be of a Goddess's?" Max sighed again and asked while scratching the back of his with his eyes closed.

"Th-that wa-was be-be-because I-I f-f-felt it." Faye said while stuttering profusely. Faye felt absolutely overwhelmed by something and felt like she was being interrogated with her head in the 'guillotine.'

(AN: Guillotine is a mechanism or a machine I don't know properly, but it is what the people of the past used for execution, the kind where their head is chopped off by a dropped blade. That one.)

She couldn't think straight, and she glanced at Max, who was definitely not the Max she knew of; everything about 'Max' felt extremely 'real' while feeling extremely fake at the same time; she felt that the Max right now was definitely the real one; then suddenly all the feelings she felt towards him abruptly 'roared,' and every single bit of it felt real.

"You 'felt' it was Goddess?" Max asked without much change in his expression.

"...." Faye vigorously nodded her head while trembling, since she couldn't get any words out of her mouth properly.

"Alright, so you have already informed Seo Hana about it and if it is her, she would surely have already spread those words out to the people." Max mumbled to himself as Faye trembled violently.

"You wasted your last wish. Pity." Max said with a shrug, and....

SWISH

"You know, you are the start of the destruction that the prophecy spoke of." Max said, disappeared and reappeared at the same spot, then Faye's world suddenly turned upside down.

'Ah.'

She..... kinda knew what had just happened, but strangely enough everything felt peaceful, she didn't even feel any pain, yet her head was cut off....

And instead of her whole life flashing before her eyes, only the moments she spent together with Max flashed before her eyes; every moment spent with him was filled with happiness to the brim. Every single moment, not even a single bit of it, felt fake. She had truly loved him; maybe he did too.

He had taught her how to love, which was something she had thought gave s*x or other physical intimacy a name, and for her, love was also something only s*x could prove. Of course, there were tons of physical contacts between them; not every one of them was filled with lust, but there were tons of moments she felt like she was genuinely being loved. She cherished everything about Max with her; if she knew his situation and what made him use her or bring them to a situation where he had to kill her. If she knew maybe, in the extreme case, she herself would have killed herself for him, so that not even an ounce of guilt from her death would haunt him.

'Ah, maybe that's why I felt all those saddening emotions back inside the gate—he really was sad. Maybe he started it to use me at first, but fell in love in the middle, and something serious happened in his life again, which forced him to start acting again. But I was so happy.... It truly is a pity. I wanted to be with him, maybe a little bit longer'. Faye thought and noticed Max in her hazy vision, whose hair had turned white and his eyes had turned bright orange with vertical black slits, that he now looked even more handsome than he did before, and then, Faye Clayton....

DIED.