F*ck Yeah! I'm The Villain

She

wasn't looking

For a knight.

She

Was looking

For a sword

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I'm so angry I could spit up blood. Or faint. Whichever comes first. How many times do I have to be lied too. Why can't people just be honest. At The Right Times And Not When Someone Messes Up! It's really not that fuċkɨnġ hard.

"You ȧsshole!"

"Wait!" My movements stop as I wait for him to continue...

"B-before you throw the couch at me again, j-just l-l-look at things from my perspective. I didn't want to kill you, but the higher ups forced me too, it wasn't my call." It doesn't matter. I'm dead. Ripped from a world I spent 23 years of my life in and forced to adapt to a whole new environment. All because of a single mistake from these so called gods.

"I don't care about all of that. But...please elaborate on how you basically lured me to my death." I'm tired now. What's done is done.

"So, uh...you know how you like animals..."

"Yes."

"I changed into the form of a fragile kitten to bring out your maternal instincts. And then I put myself in harms way so that your fight or flight instinct would kick in. I also used a charm spell on you making it so that you couldn't resist trying to save me." So meticulously planned. I wonder how long it took for them to come up with a scheme like this?

"And the truck?" That dang blasted machine. Every time I think of the force of the collision, and the pain I felt at that moment I can't help but cringe.

"Oh I don't know where that came from, I'd planned on it being a bus. But the job was still completed, which was the most important part."

"I see."

"Uh, so yeah." He stutters.

"You're not finished yet." Ha, he thinks I'm easily fooled. I haven't forgotten about it. I can't believe people still underestimate me. I'm a powerful person, you know.

"What? I told you everything I know."

"Stop with the bullshit. If a man fools me once shame on him."

"B-but I'm not a man, I'm a god."

"That's good to know. I had a feeling you didn't have a third leg." Jun Qiang's face turn a deep red and I gloat in his anger. Son of a bitch. "Now, you said, and don't interrupt me. You said that I had 2 identities, what's the other one."

Shock flashes across his eyes before he quickly conceals it. Though, it didn't escape my eyes. He's hiding something.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Melia. I get that you are in shock, but accusing a god of lying can have severe consequences." His voice that was usually light hearted turned cold in an instant.

Is he- Is he trying to threaten me. Me! Melia Veint Leigh Montecristo. The girl who single handedly threw a couch at him. Haha, he thinks I can be made to fear him, that's cute.

The anger in my soul that I had thought disappeared surged inside me, and with an insurmountable boost of speed I fly towards him; gripping his fat neck in a choke hold.

I've been wanting to do this for a while now. How can you kill someone and expect them to just easily go along with it. I can forgive but I can never forget. And right now I don't feel like forgiving so this memory will forever stay in my mind. Simmering until the pot explodes.

"Repeat that Jun Qiang. I don't think I heard you properly." Gurgling noises sound from the back of his throat as I cut off the air entering his lungs. He won't die. He's a god. But that doesn't mean I can't inflict physical pain.

His pudgy hands try to loosen my grasp on his throat but he can't. Guess that means I'm stronger than him. And something tells me that this has to do with my second identity. The one he doesn't want to tell me about.

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