Villain of my own novel



There were no need for any irrelevantly insignificant conversation, neither did any one even bother trying to start one, and as if they had reached an agreement with that silence,

Vine waved his arm as he commanded the doll clinging onto him.

The doll merely grabbed her left bicep and threw her now detached arm onto the ground as it detached from every joint that held the forearm, wrist joint, palm, fingers, and their joints, everything came loose as they detached themselves before rolling on the ground.

With a rippling void energy in the detached parts of the arm, the pieces bounced off of the ground before each part turned into a doll that held the power of the void according to the size of the detached pieces.

It was strange sight of see, but it was nowhere near to entice disgust from the group.

Eshwar gazed at the numerous clones of the doll next to Vine, who had its detached limb regrown or reattached. Although the clone formed from the detached pinky fingertip was the weakest of the group due to the detached piece's size, it was far stronger than the strongest of the players present in the domain.

And by the looks of it, it was yet another time where Eshwar had to bother himself in saving their weak-a*s a*ses.

Eshwar walked in front of Isha, bowed elegantly with his hand stretched out towards her as he voiced "Can I have the honour of requesting a dance, M'lady?" Politely.

Isha's expression brightened up at the gesture as she accepted with a polite bow and a bright smile after voicing "The pleasure is all mine." With a playful suppressed giggle.

Eshwar and Isha then began to waltz as the dolls pounced on the pair without a single warning, of course, the pair were ready for such actions against them, hence they continued to waltz without even bothering to pay attention to the attention given to them.

The attacks soon began to hinder their dance as it began to get messier yet the couple didn't stop dancing. Punches, kicks, grabs, and grapples flew towards them as they dodged every single one of them as they continued dance to the fight's rhythm instead of any other forms of music.

Their dance was far from graceful or anything even close to that, but the dance seemed strangely fun. And Isha's laughs highlighted that fact.

The loving smile on Eshwar's face and Isha's hearty giggle was enough to entice envy in those surrounding them, but the couple seemed to be in their own worlds as they dodged every threat while ignoring the burdening gazes of the acquaintances.

But,

GLOW-!

An abrupt golden glow enveloped the punch throw down at Isha's head from a doll that had kicked off of the ground, it was at that sight a change occurred in Eshwar's expression as he abruptly shifted Isha, who had appeared in his embrace before even realising.

BAM-!

Eshwar's back where the blow landed had turned into his celestial form that displayed light-devouring darkness with bright light blue circuits carved upon it. His face flashed a pensive expression that turned the cheerful mood into a cold one in an instant.

Eshwar's gaze glimmered in a bright orange ominous glint that seemed to send chills down to the very cores of whoever noticed that, with Isha being no exception. After the abrupt gap that had opened up in their relationship an year and a half ago, Isha hadn't even spoke to the being called Eshwar, after months, in real time, of apologies in his domain's time extension that stretched time's ratio between the reality at least 50 times, Isha gave him a chance with the condition of him being as honest as he can afford to be.

She had learnt every face he held so she wasn't surprised to noticed that expression on Eshwar's face, but

Nothing, none of her efforts to be unbothered about "that" side of his, mattered when she was in front of Eshwar's colder side, she didn't want to gaze at the colder side of the existence she loved the most, forever if possible, but her hopes were shattered at "that" face's return.

She didn't feel glad that he had gotten cold due to the actions that had threatened her, not even in the slightest bit.

There wasn't even a trace of threatening or domineering ambience that oozed out of Eshwar, but his gaze indicated that everything about him had become a threat, and it won't change anytime soon.

Eshwar slightly flexed his shoulder blades with Isha in his arms and without a single sound, blade-like tips extended out of his spine and turned the doll, whose punch had yet to slide off of his back, into dust that scattered without even a lingering hint indicating that the doll had existed once.

That action surprised Vine, but he didn't show it on his face as he merely commanded the doll next to him to increase the numbers of clones, all-while Isha's gaze that hid fear deep within continued to linger on Eshwar's face.

She was strong, far stronger than Eshwar with whole of soul's powers unsealed, but the cold and detached face on his face had managed to scare her every time, she was only thankful that "that" expression of his wasn't and wouldn't ever be directed at her.

Involuntarily, Eshwar's grip around Isha waist tightened as a slight pain began to seep into her body, and she found it strange that Eshwar seemed so pensive about a minor blow, which wouldn't have hurt too much even if it had landed after somehow managing to pass through her natural divine mana's armour that had always adorned her like a veil.

Isha hissed in pain that spread across from her waist due to Eshwar's tightened grip, snapping him out of his trance as he snapped his head to gaze at her in his arms.

"Isha...." Eshwar called out in a serious tone instead of his apologetic that she had expected as a natural course of action.

"Return." Eshwar abruptly ordered her in a solemn tone and turned to face Vine and the hundreds of clones that began to surround them, but involuntarily, he still held Isha protected in his arms as she was the most fragile existence that had ever existed while her hesitant, worried, fearful, and hurt mixer of expressions continued to gaze at Eshwar's cold unrecognizable face.

Maybe it was done involuntarily, but Eshwar had ordered Isha to return without adding any words sugar coating them and though he hadn't said it out directly, Isha felt as if he was calling her an hindrance without any proper explanation, and that fact had began to frustrate and annoy her when she pondered over it.

She felt as if Eshwar was overreacting over nothing while the doll's blow didn't even seem to hold any actual threat that could potentially hurt her, she then began to evaluate what had happened since blaming him without any reason would be uncalled for and she also knew that he wouldn't act all cold out of nowhere when she had already made it clear that she didn't want to see his cold side.

Then abruptly,

She realised that the blow had landed on Eshwar.

Considered the doll's strength, it was feat that should be impossible since he could merely dodge it even without really meaning to.

She had even felt the tremor on her shoulders when the blow landed.

Eshwar was like an imposing irredeemable mountain that faltered at nothing. And his endurance was at an unfathomable level as nothing seemed to affect him, but the same Eshwar had an unhidden tremor cruise through his body when the blow had landed on his back.

Added with his cold and indifferent expression, the gravity of the situation twisted to a dangerous degree and it was at that realisation that made his previous "order" sound, sound.

But,

She couldn't merely back out and hide behind Eshwar every time, she had to get hurt and push herself to the limits like Eshwar would, only then would she be able to get stronger.

"I," Isha spoke up.

"No." But, Eshwar interrupted her before she could even complete her words as if he already knew what she would ask for.

"Not now." Eshwar stated as the clones rushed towards them.

"But,"

"Isha." Eshwar exclaimed as he pulled her by her waist and rushed to escape out of the range of the swarming clones.

"Not...." He stopped himself from continuing his words while under stress since his words could potentially hurt Isha even if he didn't mean to.

"... F**k." It was the first time Eshwar had cursed in a long while,

"..... Alright, you can fight if you can "see" or even "feel" the divinity surrounding the clones." Eshwar stated his condition to let her stay as he picked her up again and began to disappear into the darkness that surrounded the area whole holding the aggro of the clones as he rushed away from their acquaintance.

Isha, who felt nor saw anything, wondered if he was asking for something that didn't exist because he wanted to send her away, but the pensive expression on his face stated otherwise.

Still,

"I, I can help." She basically pleaded. The change in the mood had been so drastic from moments before when everything was fine and cheerful, Isha felt strangely suffocated, but a smile involuntarily appeared on her face at the sight of the chaos that had returned without any forewarning.