Villain of my own novel

In Sector Six.

On the day Samantha and Eshwar as Max met to discuss the plan.

'I can't believe he called me out so abruptly and that too, to a bar!' Samantha rushed towards the bar where they had agreed to meet; it didn't take long for her to arrive at the street leading to the bar.

She walked in and looked around in search of Eshwar, whose image was imprinted in her mind, and she noticed a handsome black-haired and black-eyed man sitting at the centre table, drinking the most expensive drink in the bar. Wearing a simple black shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, black gloves, and black trousers, he looked like a model who had just been fired from the company he worked for because he appeared irritated.

'That's definitely him.' Samantha thought as she noticed a certain charm in him that she couldn't quite put her finger on, and since she was certain it was him, she walked towards him and sat in front of him; he sighed and pushed the drink he had in front of him forward.

"...you remember the name I mentioned to you before coming here right?" Eshwar aka Max asked with a serious look on his face.

"Mhm." Samantha nodded her head and took the glass Eshwar had drunk in.

"I have two targets in mind, if you do as I ask you to, then you can rake as much money as you want, for your new start, of course." Eshwar said with a smirk.

'Guh, I hate it when he makes that all knowing face.' Samantha thought inwardly, not because s-sh-she was scared....or anything.

".... and they are 'her' parents?" Samantha asked.

"Mhm." Eshwar nodded his head.

"I want you to 'control' them by making them into your thralls and make it so that 'she' is under constant mental pressure and taking it into another level, physical abuse. But it should start slowly so that 'she' won't be suspicious about it, this will continue until she is mentally unstable." Eshwar said.

"Their entire guild is yours, you can do whatever you want with it, but I want 'her' to only be mentally unstable, make her so pitiful that even the demons would want to pity her. Understood?" Eshwar asked with ominously charming smile.

BA-THUMP

"!" Samantha opened her eyes wide in surprise when she noticed her heart skip a beat.

"This.... goddamn man is dangerously handsome." Samantha mumbled, furrowed her brows and stared at Eshwar in suspicion.

"You...you do realise that you are speaking out loud, right?" Eshwar asked.

"Mhm." Samantha nodded her head, vigorously. Eshwar ignored her nonsense and grabbed the alcohol glass in front of Samantha.

"Oi." Samantha called Eshwar out, who was making a disgusted face while staring at the alcohol glass, which he just took a sip from, as if it were his long-time enemy.

"Hm?" Eshwar tilted his head, puzzled.

"Goddammit, he's so cute." Samantha couldn't resist the urge to comment and mumbled out loud, and Eshwar, who heard her, had a "I know" smirk on his face.

'Sh-should I just say it? No, no, no, let's not....but'

[Sam...a]

"You won't abandon me, right?" Samantha asked, though it wasn't quite what she wanted to ask.

"Hm? Who are you to me, to abandon you?" Eshwar asked with a perplexed expression on his face.

PANG

'.....right.' Samantha nodded her head and bit her lower lip when she felt a strangely painful pang near her heart.

[Sama...ha]

"Well, that's my cue." He stood up and walked away, but instead of walking away, he stared at Samantha for a split second before ruffling her hair roughly.

[Samantha!!] Eshwar's telepathic yell snapped her out of her daze.

"Huh? Ah!!" Samantha, who snapped back to reality, flushed slightly before reconnecting with Eshwar's telepathic link.

[I said, I'll also be starting some time soon.] Eshwar said.

[Huh? What was that?] Samantha asked, perplexed.

[....]

KAT-KAT (6x)

"!" She opened her eyes wide when she heard the sounds of Eshwar's knuckles cracking.

[I-I am just joking.... not completely.] Samantha said.

[Tsk, get me some royal blood.]

[Why though?] Samantha tilted her head, perplexed.

[What do you mean why, of course to.....] Eshwar turned silent.

[Hm?] Samantha asked, humming.

[R-right, why do I need... royal blood? Tsk, I had something in mind, arghhh!! Now I forgot about my plan, aaarrrghhh!!] Eshwar screamed, telepathically.

".....pfft." Samantha giggled after breaking off the telepathic link.

"Mmm~" One of the woman laying on the ground covered in a blood-dyed blanket wiggled with a delighted expression.

"...." Samantha stared at them for a brief moment.

'I want him....' Samantha thought inwardly, and her eyes gleamed in a bright crimson hue filled with lustrous desire. She bit her lower lip sensually, crouched down, and began to grope the women.

***

On a certain cloud which cruised above the human domain.

A handsome white-haired man with pitch-black sclera and bright white eyes stared down at the human domain, which was in ruins, with an apathetic expression on his face while sitting on a cloud in the sky. He wore a black tuxedo suit with a pair of black gloves.

".... something I wanted to do slowly, became a mess because of that goddamn system." He mumbled and re-adjusted his gloves.

"That goddamn system, how on earth did it gain access to the demon world while the 'Demon King' is here?" He mumbled.

"My plans are being spoiled because of one incompetent fool...." He mumbled and grinned widely, showing off his vampire-y fangs.

"but.... something I had never expected in all of my lives is happening, right before my very eyes, ah, this is what wanted, this is what I yearned for. It is finally happening, something very different from my same, repetitive, boring lives from the past." He mumbled with a delighted yet ominous grin as he leaned back.

"I.... I want to do something to feel alive, I want them to feel more despair, how....ah, maybe I should start to make a move directly, since the demons are being forced to move, their own King can't stay still, can he now...." He mumbled as black coloured killing intent started to ooze out of his body.

"I should contact the scapegoat, ah, I mean, Azazel." He said with a wide savage grin on his face.

[Azazel.] He said telepathically.

[Yes, your majesty, Tchort.] Azazel replied instantly and The Demon King, Tchort could imagine Azazel kneeling with his head on the ground.

[You have greatly disappointed me.]