Hello folks!

So this is my first story to post here, I'm nervous but hope you can support me, I'm not very good at English and there may be some typos too so I apologize in advance.

This story will be short with at least two or three chapters only? But then yeah.. let's enjoy!

The night is dark, the wind is cold, and the silence brings anxiety and relaxation to people. This night, a man can be seen sitting at the entrance of a cave, you can see him enveloped in a black tattered cape, his naturally white smooth skin gone and now has wounds and scars.

His eyes that was always bright and lively now looks very gloomy, soulless and dead.

Looking up at the big bright Moon alone at the night sky with no stars to accompany it, the man felt like laughing.

Why's he here you ask?

He was just Vinter Solace, third son of Marquis Solace who's one of the prominent figures of the Empire. Yet a son of a Marquis is here sitting motionless on a dirty ground full of wounds and even his beautiful face was covered in blood, as to why?

Because he's the Villain.. the people said. The villain who knows nothing but trouble his siblings, parents, the whole helpers in their mansion, and the whole nobility of the empire.

He is a Villain alright. Yes he troubles his siblings, yes he troubles his parents and yes he troubles all people inside the mansion, but it all has reasons.

Since the day he came back on his family at the age of 11,all he did was suffer from the criticism of his siblings who never knew what he experienced outside when he was kidnapped at three and grew up to a hideous place called orphanage. All he did was endure all the bullying and humiliation of the servants in their mansion, the words of 'teaching and love' of his parents.

He endured and endured until he can't take it anymore, he's not a Saint or a God who will let them all go, who will let all bullying and humiliation given to him to just pass, he doesn't have a halo above his head at the beginning okay?

But when the first time he talked back, the first time he reprimanded the servants and the first time he reasoned his parents, he was called unfilial, hateful, unreasonable, and a villain. So he did.

He started to act out all the words he was being called as, he started to be unreasonable as they said he was, he started to become vicious who everyone hated, but what was it all to him? It's all nothing.

He didn't started this, he didn't want this, he was forced because this was what everyone is calling him. They are the right ones, they are the honest ones, so if he acted out of 'character' he will only be called names again right?

The day he first started to really physically hurt someone, he was branded a killer.. like yeah really, a bump on the shoulder and pushing to get a small scratch on their hand is already a crime, even if the latter was a commoner former slave.. it wasn't really intentional too.

But what can he do? Their words are more powerful than him, so he endured.

There was this night too where two of his siblings plotted against him, to what? to silence him for a lifetime, and when he fought back, that one sibling who wasn't there 'accidentally' found him stabbing his sibling.

Like.. yeah, he stabbed him, happy?

Apart from the time where he had conversed to a strange boy when he was 14 when one of the servants who 'accompanied' him out of their mansion to buy an equipment ordered by the Marquis, Vinter never felt peace and calm.

So after that day Vinter started to sneak out and look for that boy again, but to his bad luck, never even the tip of the boy's silhouette was seen.

Remembering the relax and sincere attitude and smile of that boy, Vinter unconsciously arc up his lips, together with that was a drop of a tear from his left cheek.

All he wanted was love and attention from the family he longed for, but why did all he got was suffering and endless pain?

Looking down at the dagger in his pale, skinny wounded hand, he released a pained chuckled.

in his hoarse emotionless voice he asked, "Am i born just to be a tragic one? If someone's there writing my life.. may i ask, is there still worst to come?"

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To be continued.

Hearing the noise from a far, Vinter determined that the people or more like knights and soldiers are still out searching for the 'murderer'.

Him?

Yes.. he killed someone.. or more like he killed his family.

Laughing with no noise, Vinter closed his eyes while he pondered over what type of method he will be tortured and killed, humiliated or what, anyways.. he's become numb to it.

If possible, he will stab himself right here right now.. but he didn't, why?

Because of a smile and sincere gaze he wants to see again.

Just before he committed the crime of killing nobles, specially the whole family of Marquis and the man himself, he saw a man. A man with pairs of dark orbs, dangerous aura, but familiar smile. Vinter knew then, it was him.

Until now, he's waiting, he's waiting for the boy.. man to come and show him the same smile, the same sincere gaze and relaxing aura.

He's not stupid to know who that man is.

Aside from the Villainous him, there is still another man hated by the whole Empire.. more like the whole world.

Eugene Agustus Royal, the crown prince of a defeated country and prophesied as the next Demon King.

How did he know? Because wanted posters of him are all around the words, fearing the man might be living lowkey in some places hidden from people. Back then Vinter didn't placed interest to the man, but when he saw him that time.. how relieved was he then.

Vinter let go of the dagger in his hand and sighed heavily as he clutched the cloth covering his left chest.

He wants to pierce the blade until his back and leave this miserable world forever, he wants to rest that'll last forever, a rest no one but he yearns all his life.

Just when he decided to pick up the dagger again, he heard a movement, next all Vinter knew was he's being pinned down.

Opening his eyes and showing the pale gold pair of orbs with no signs of life, Vinter saw a pair of dark orbs staring intently at him. By then, his eyes showed ripples of emotions, his eyes widened and his body stiffened.

Just when he's about to call the man, he heard shouts accompanied by clanging sounds that came from metals, as well as the sound of galloping horses.

"The Villain is on the cave!"

"Hurry catch him!"

" Kill the devil! "

" Traitor! "

" Heretic! "

"Kill him!"

Amidst the screams of thirst to catch and kill Vinter, he clearly heard the sound of his fast beating heart. This was exactly it, the sound that made him feel alive for the first time when he's still a boy.

Vinter watched the arc of the man's seductive lips as he heard a deep and manly voice right beside his ears.

"Shall we go?"

Pulled, Vinter allowed the man to pull and embrace him before he felt the wind hitting his face as the man jumped high, he heard a flapping sound, looking behind ,Vinter saw a pair of bat like wings flapping on the man's back.

"Are my wings interesting?"

Staring at the eyes that clearly shows interest and happiness, Vinter realized that they're flying and not just suspended in air because of a jump.

Hugging the neck of the man and leaning his head on the man's chest, they both watched the view of the forest below, as well as the torches carried by the knights hunting Vinter.

As Vinter Closed his eyes, he hummed.