Villain of my own novel

When he gazed at the next structure, his mind froze for a split second; it was all too familiar to him, but it still seemed entirely different, and even though it had turned to face a different direction, he had just been there, it was.....

EARTH.

It had many golden rings around it that spun in different directions; sometimes the earth would turn black and then change to crimson red, light blue, break apart, finally fix itself, and the process would repeat itself. The rings around it were always turning and spinning slowly...or so it seemed, because when he looked closely, he could see a thin layer of golden hue forming around the earth for each respective ring, and those thin layers were just after images of the rings spinning at extreme speeds.

"...." Vassago could only stare at the majestic structures in awe.

The dark purple patches grew larger and larger until there was a giant dark purple ground that resembled an island. There were many pure white weapons, broken, shattered, bent, twisted, cracked, and uneven weapons on the dark purple ground, many ever pierced through, many were simply thrown away, many were sticking out, among them there were some that stood out, a six-foot-long sword, a giant broad sword, a twin headed battle axe, and a hammer.

There was a black throne in the centre, and on top of it sat a white-haired man with an ominous grin; he literally sat on top of the throne, his left leg on the armrest of the throne. He crossed his right leg over his left, rested his right elbow on his right knee, and rested his head on his right fist as he waved his hand at Vassago, who was being dragged towards him.

"Hallo." He greeted Vassago, who winced at ominous feeling he was getting.

"This..... Is what you call a Devil's Domain." He raised both of his arms in air and said with smirk on his face.

"... I..." Vassago mumbled with a feeble voice.

"Hm?"

"..... Who... are... you?" Vassago asked fearfully.

"Hm? You haven't accessed Vinny's memories of the present?" He asked with a surprised expression and received a slight shake of head from Vassago.

"Hahahaha! Then why did you come out?" he laughed amusingly which resounded from everywhere and asked.

"..... I..." Vassago wanted to answer but was cut short as soon as he started, which fuelled his rage by a notch. He was feeling too tired to even keep his eyes on the being in front of him, but he couldn't lose his consciousness, not because he didn't want to, he just couldn't.

"I will introduce myself then....."

"I am Eshwar." Eshwar introduced himself.

'.....Eshwar....' Vassago imprinted that name in his mind and let his pride and rage take over.

***

"I am Eshwar." I introduced myself simply with my name.

'Vassago..... I must have a lucky, bad luck...'

'Lucky because I am seeing and feeling everything I created, and bad luck because I can 'feel' everything and because I created them, it... I don't know why, but I feel kinda bad, for making them go through so many things instead of having a peaceful life... though I don't feel that bad, they should learn how to survive in 'this' kind of world among 'that' kind of people.' I justified myself, but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth because I can't always be there for them because I want to live my life as well, but I won't turn my back on them if they need my help because I am somewhat responsible for them.

'I'll be with them for as long as they will be with me, and if they turn their back on me.... I'll kill them without remorse the next second.'

'This is no novel; even if I consider myself to be the creator of this world, people are still living their own lives without my intervention; thus, as long as I live, I will live the way I want.'

​ WHOOSH

"Hm? Oh!" I stared at Vassago who face twisted in madness.

"You lasted longer than I expected you to." I grinned and welcomed the fight with open arms.

"Hm? His... He is not.....he didn't completely go mad?" I stared at Vassago and understood that he was still sane; even though he won't be in control over his actions, he'll still be able to comprehend what's going on, but...

'this....is how Vinny would have been at the end of the 'original story'...' I realized that this...was the exact scene at the end of the original story that, aside from me, only Jiwoo is aware of.

"Hahaha! Let's see how the others who fought you when you were like this!!" I roared in delight.

The same scene in which I poured my heart and soul into creating the 'Demon of Slaughter' and the 'Hero Hunter,' my favourite scene from the original story I decided to write... Oh, how fortunate I am! To experience and witness what I created right in front of me!!

"You better not disappoint your maker!" I grinned from ear to ear with my eyes wide open to imprint the scene in my mind.

"Rage was the strongest emotion I gave you!"

"Even though you are just a part of me, I have done everything I could to improve you, everything until I was satisfied with myself; I have poured every ounce of my emotion, 'rage' into yours, making it stronger and better than the 'me' at that time! I poured my rage, which I had on even the smallest of things, into your rage.... Scratch that! 'Madness!' I poured the anger I had over every little thing, all the anger I had contained, all the things I wanted to do in some situations, 'everything' into you! Creating a 'Madness' named 'The Demon of Slaughter!'"

"I made you like 'me,' I have imparted you with everything I would do in the situations you face, in the name of 'your talent,' hahahahaha!!!"

"Your better not disappoint me!"