Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

A heavy rainfall drowned the island at the edge of Pargoina Empire.

Surrounded by nothing but tidal waves, the island was an abyssal place.

A place that had so much mana it created a foggy atmosphere.

"Damn, this place is a mess."

Samyaza's voice echoed within the place as he looked around.

His gaze slowly landed on the huge crater at the very center of the place.

A tomb of the man who liberated slavery from Lumina was supposed to be there.

The man who was buried by the primordial gods themselves.

But... now the eerie gate of hell had replaced it.

Black mist spilled from the gate like blood from a wound, staining the ground and the air itself.

Crackling sounds echoed softly as reality warped around its presence.

Samyaza narrowed his eyes as he looked at the crater.

Even though he knew what was about to happen, his heart wouldn't calm down.

Anxiety flooded his body like bile as he drew in a deep breath.

The air trembled around him.

The gate of hell flared up, showing signs of explosions.

But it didn't break yet; tears appeared on the surface of the gate.

A hand shot up from it, making the tear even bigger.

The hand was unlike anything.

Neither human nor beast, it was skeletal, but layered with molten veins of crimson and obsidian.

It gripped the edge of the gate with a sickening screech, burning away the ground it touched.

Another hand followed, then shoulders, and slowly...

A figure began to pull itself through.

The rain seemed to avoid the figure entirely, evaporating into steam before it could touch it.

Finally, the figure stepped out fully.

It was tall—impossibly tall and handsome—as his body began to regenerate.

As flesh and skin grew on its body, a recognizable face began to form.

Samyaza remembered seeing him.

The being who was supposed to be dead.

.....Moshel.

But Samyaza knew better who he was.

"It's been a while." His usual smile returned as he said, "Big brother."

The man smiled, his eyes closed as he felt the feeling of the surface.

He had been living in hell for such a long time to the point of being sick of it.

The man no, the monster opened his pure white eyes slowly.

Despite the storm, despite the mist, his gaze alone seemed to burn through the world.

"How long has it been?" His deep voice echoed as he looked at Samyaza.

"Close to three thousand years," Samyaza replied, placing his hand behind him. "That was the second time you were sealed in hell."

"He" nodded his head thoughtfully. "The cycle still goes on, huh?"

"How did you get out?" Samyaza asked, walking closer.

"Oh, some devotees of Molech were trying to summon a dead god."

"He" replied as a robe covered his naked body.

Samyaza tilted his head. "You tricked them?"

"I offered them a deal."

"He" corrected Samyaza. "They are still getting a dead god."

Samyaza chuckled at the poor luck of those who made a deal with him.

As he knows it never ends well.

"Anyway."

"He" whispered, his deep burning hatred clear in his voice.

"Where is Azrael's reincarnation?"

Samyaza felt "his" anger and hatred clearly.

It was so suffocating that everything around him trembled—even the space.

Still, Samyaza kept his cool.

He tilted his head. "Why do you ask?"

"Why. Do. You. Ask, you say?"

The ground beneath Samyaza's feet cracked as "he" took a step forward.

"So I can devour him! To tear out his soul and erase his existence from every plane, from every memory."

Samyaza smiled gently. "Calm down, big brother."

"Tell me where he is!"

"He" barked, glaring at Samyaza.

"I don't know."

Samyaza shook his head in response.

"Someone tampered with his soul, and now no one can find him."

"....What?"

It took "him" a few seconds to ask.

"It's true, a girl did it," Samyaza replied, looking at him. "Morningstar met 'her' when he was chasing a piece of his soul."

"Who is she?"

"He" asked, his voice calmer than before now.

"We don't know." Samyaza shook his head. "She briefly fought with Morningstar before vanishing. Since then we can't find her or Azrael's soul."

"Morningstar just let her go?"

"No." Samyaza shook his head. "She injured him... alone."

"That's impossible!"

"That's what he told me." Samyaza shrugged in response. "Anyway, why don't we chill—."

"Would he come out if I started killing innocents?"

"He" said, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

"You won't do anything like that." Samyaza replied, his expression turning serious. "I won't let you."

"He" turned to look at Samyaza, his cold eyes crucifying him.

"Are you going to stop me now, little brother?"

"Anything you do now will only make the restructuring of Kyr'Vhal speed up."

Samyaza said, fixing up his vintage suit.

"Tell me, what would he do when he meets you—the one who betrayed him."

"His" expression turned grim as he looked at Samyaza.

When the creator god had the origin race as his worshippers.

He wanted a perfect version of those worshippers.

Someone who was flawless, with no decay, no betrayal, no weakness.

So Kyr'Vhal created "him."

Yet—

Kyr'Vhal made sure he would never reach his level.

Making the flawless being flawed.

This... led to the betrayal that eventually became the reason for the creator god's death.

"Now," Samyaza said, with a light bow. "Shall we move, big brother?"

"Don't act friendly, Samyaza."

"He" said as he started to move.

Samyaza's lips twitched as he stared at his back.

"Then should I call you, Prince of Hell?"

He asked, walking towards him.

"Or should it be—

—Lord Satan."

***

"Shorty!"

Zenith's gaze quickly turned towards me as an annoyed look appeared on her face.

"Don't call me that!?"

She snapped, pointing at me as I took out something from my bracelet.

My eyes met with Siersha, who stood calmly on the side.

I chose to ignore her for now.

"Here."I passed Zenith a bottle as I came closer. "Drink it."

Zenith snatched it from me, looking at it. "Chocolate milk?"

"Yep." I replied, ruffling her hair. "Don't you like it?"

"I don't." She groaned but still opened the bottle to take a sip.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"To meet Aimar." I said, leading the way.

Zenith drank from the bottle as she looked at me suspiciously.

"What?" I asked.

"Where does chocolate milk come from?" She asked, looking at me.

"Hmm."

I pretended to think about it.

"Pretty sure they come from chocolate cows."

"Liar." She rebuked, slapping my arm. "Do you think I am five or what?"

I looked at her as if I was seeing an idiot.

"Do I need to prove it or what?" I asked, taking out my phone. "Have you ever tried strawberry milk?"

"Yes." She replied. "Why do you ask?"

"See this." I passed my phone, showing her a video of a pink cow giving milk.

But the color of the milk was pink as well.

"..."

She dumbfoundedly looked at the video without a word.

Finally, she whispered, "So they don't come from strawberry plants?"

"...."

Why is she so dumb?

A sudden tug on my sleeve made me look back at Siersha.

She urged me to move further away from Zenith.

I sighed, slowly walking back.

Zenith was busy with the phone so it wasn't that hard.

"What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"When are you going to feed me?" She whispered back, her body touching mine. "I am starving, you know."

I glanced at the vampire's face.

The way she took in deep breaths around me like she was aroused was....weird.

I gave her a deadpan look.

"Not now," I muttered under my breath. "And we are making a new deal."

"Huh?" She whispered, looking at me. "Why are you—."

"Shut up." I whispered, glaring at her. "You either accept the deal or forget about my blood."

She glared back but she folded quickly. "Fine. I accept."

"At least listen to the condition." I replied, keeping my voice low. "What if I choke you for a minute in exchange?"

"....I don't mind."

I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.

'Is she really that down bad for my blood?'

[<Told you, she would be obsessed.>]

'....Nah.'

Why does it feel like she is obsessed with my blood or maybe me?

[<You are being narcissistic now.>]

'Yeah, my bad.'

I sighed, looking at Siersha who met my gaze.

She smiled sweetly, almost innocently.

My intrusive thoughts won as I raised my hand and—

Gently slapped her face.

Despite the humiliation she was supposed to feel, Siersha just smiled sweetly.

I clicked my tongue as I stepped away from her.

My fucking pride makes me want to hurt her more.

"Himmel! Himmel!"

Zenith quickly rushed back to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at her.

"Where does almond milk come from?" She asked, blinking innocently.

"When you feed a normal cow almonds." I replied with the most random answer.

"Oh."

And she nodded thoughtfully.

'This girl is hopeless,' I sighed inwardly.

[<At least she's not trying to drink your blood.>]

'Fair point.'

We finally made it to Aimar's room.

The door was slightly ajar.

I pushed it open.

Inside, Aimar lay on the bed, heavily bandaged, one arm in a sling, a sour look on his face as he stared at the ceiling.

"You look like crap," I said casually.

Aimar's eyes shifted toward me—and then he smiled.

It was weak, but it was genuine.

I watched the way Zenith hovered over him—careful, worried, angry all at once.

'She really cares about him, huh.'

"What happened to you?" She asked, looking at the boy.

"Someone tried to kill me." He replied, looking at her. "Though, I couldn't kill them but I made sure they weren't let off easily."

"Who was it?" I asked, staring dead into his eyes. "I will kil—."

"Yeah, I know, miracle child can do anything." He replied, smiling slightly. "But let me deal with my own shit."

"..."

Even though I understand, it still felt like shit.

The door of the room opened once again as we all looked back.

Elise walked in, looking at us. "What are you guys doing?"

She then turned to look at me. "Oh, we also have miracle child here."

"Would you shut up?"

"As you command." She replied, walking toward Aimar.

Zenith curiously looked at both Aimar and Elise.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Elise is taking care of him." I replied, looking at her. "Since day one."

Zenith wiggled her eyebrows as she looked at them.

"Oh, ho." She covered her face with her hand. "We got something great."

Zenith quickly walked towards her while I pushed Aimar and lay down on his bed.

"The fuck are you doing?" He asked, adjusting on the little space I left.

"Shut up." I replied, closing my eyes.

But it wasn't even a second and the door was slammed open once again.

Irritated, I opened my eyes again only to find Yennefer.

She had a distressed look on her face as she walked in.

"I am fine, mom."

Zenith quickly said, thinking she was worried about her.

"I know, baby." Yennefer nodded in her direction before looking at me and Aimar.

"....What happened?" I asked, standing up.

"There were twenty-eight Von Casita who arrived at the wedding except us and Hannah...."

She said, her voice grim as she looked at me.

"...All of them have gone missing."

I frowned. "...What?"

She nodded. "Even the ones who were admitted to this hospital..."

I slowly nodded, moving to look out of the window.

Sure enough, there were soldiers coming inside.

"Aimar," Yennefer whispered, looking at the boy. "You are the main suspect."

I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

What the fuck is happening?

"...No."

Zenith mumbled, her voice echoed in the silence. "It was that nurse."

"Who?"

I asked, looking at her.

She turned to look at me.

"The one who attacked me."

***

In an abandoned bunker far on an unknown island.

"Hm~ hm~."

A girl's humming voice echoed.

Her black hair flowed behind her as she arranged the tools on a table.

Behind her—.

On a circular object, twenty or so men were strapped, unable to move.

Their bodies twitched weakly, their mouths gagged, their eyes wide in terror.

Some tried to scream.

Some prayed.

Most simply wept.

The girl paid them no mind.

She tied her hair into a messy ponytail, revealing the nape of her neck.

She picked up a long, thin scalpel from the table, spinning it casually between her fingers.

Her humming grew louder.

"Humans," she said softly, almost fondly.

"So delicate. So very... fragile."

Zeline walked towards the nearest man, tilting her head curiously.

It was Albus, Hannah's twin brother.

"Von Castia blood..." she mused. "Full of pride."

The man thrashed violently, his muffled screams louder now.

The girl giggled.

"Don't worry," she whispered, dragging the scalpel slowly across his chest, not yet breaking the skin. "This won't hurt for long."

"ARGHH!!!"

Albus screamed as she cut a small opening in his arm.

She then slowly pushed her fingers inside the opening, making it bigger.

Albus could only scream as she started to peel off his skin like an animal.

"W-why."

A voice made Zeline halt as she looked to her side.

Vlad, the heir of the Von Castia, trembled under her gaze.

"W-why are you doing this?"

Tears trickled down his eyes as he looked at her in terror.

"W-we don't even know you!"

"Well," the girl said, walking towards him.

"It's not your fault. I'm just taking revenge for what your grandfather took from me."

Vlad couldn't understand what she meant.

"Oh, wait."

She said, removing her mask.

Her voice started to turn manly.

"Do you recognize me now?"

Vlad's eyes widened in horror.

His body trembled even more. "A-Aimar?"

"...No."

He replied, putting the mask back on while picking up a knife.

"I am Oliver."

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END OF VOLUME ONE :- Fall Of Akasha part 1.

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