Villain of my own novel



Divine laws.

Or luck as I call it.

It is an unfathomable power which could be explained as nothing but LUCK.

The same power that helped the Gods to corner me at times and even inflict life-threatening damages when I went to war against the Gods. Going to war against Gods may sound as if it isn't that big of a deal, but one needed to be utterly insane to even think about wanting to stand against a God, and I went to a war against such beings.

One could understand how messed up my mind had been at those times.

Messed up isn't even a right word; I wasn't even thinking as not even a single thought had managed to cruise through my mind in the first three or four wars, my mind regained some clarity only when things began to feel pointless.

Maybe it is only me as my thoughts and emotions run on extremes, or maybe it merely was a spell casted upon me by Isha's soul involuntarily to keep me close, whatever it was, her existence had managed to drive me crazy.

Crazy enough to declare war against the Gods for her.

Not that it has changed even now.

And,

It was faint.

That disgusting feeling of something unfathomable had seeped into me when I had absorbed The World Devourer's Divinity, it was extremely faint, hence I couldn't connect that feeling with the Divine Laws' connection even though it was an extremely familiar feeling.

But now that I was gazing at it as it swirled flashily, I was sure that Vine, whose existence had become a "Demon God," had involuntarily created a connection with the Divine Laws, whose restrictions and benefits were out for him to use.

It was only when it flashed brightly around the clone's fist that I manage connect Vine to the Divine Laws, if it, the blow that shook me, had managed to land on Isha, her spine would have cracked due to Isha "unexpectedly" letting her guard down even when she had already realised that there was a fist incoming, and it wouldn't have ended with only that, the cracked spine would have "somehow" managed to cause life-threatening internal injuries and Isha would have "somehow" died "unexpectedly."

That's how things would have turned out.

And that's precisely what one should expect when "luck" is involved, nothing less would do "luck" any justice.

Even I'm not immune to the Divine Laws' luck.

As my spine discs had even jerked when that clone's weak blow landed on my back, which was the reason I was forced to flex my shoulders as my body readjusted my spine.

That flash of luck on Vine's side, the contained damage, and finally, Isha's existence in my arms forced my mind go cold as my thoughtless mind-set I held when I was at war managed to take over my mind.

Only Isha's pained hiss managed to bring back a part of sanity back to my mind, but I knew I couldn't hold on long enough to reassure her, but at the conclusion, that smile,

That damn smile on her face killed the sanity that her pain had managed to hold on.

That crazed smile that could easily mirror mine at times appeared on her face, and it was enough to understand that my sanity was useless now, as it bore no fruit, so

"You're on your own, I'll help you if it seems too deadly, but I will not step in even if you began to bleed." I stated coldly while the sane part that ruled the back of my mind hoped to scare her and send her back, but that hope soon died down when I noticed her smile broaden instead.

A sharp pain assaulted my mind that killed the sounds, emotions, and almost everything that separated a sentient creature from a senseless beast.

My teeth sharpened as my back hunched, my spine curled as razor sharp blades protruded out of my spine while light-devouring darkness with bright light blue coloured circuits dyed them, human-like features faded on my forearms together with my legs as my celestial form took over, fingers and toes turned into claws, half of my body still retained human-like features, but I was far from resembling one.

My eyes faded as a strap of my celestial form enveloped my face, removing any traces of eyes or eye sockets, as the roots of my hair turns black while light-devouring smoke began to rise from them.

My senses covered everything in Vine's domain, while I noticed thin golden threads stretching up into the heavens from everything about Vine and his domain. The clones, the doll, and Vine himself had a thread connected to them, and the thread was nothing but the link between them and the Divine Laws or luck in general.

Clones were still rushing towards me as I still held the aggro, and they still held the golden swirl enveloping them, displaying the levels of luck they held, depending on which, they could actually pose a threat to me and Isha, as we are basically luckless beings due to us cutting off the links that connected us to the Divine Laws, but

It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered when I knew it was war.

Threads of spiritual energy began to seep out of my clawed fingers, those from my right swirled and turned into a bright, pure white whip while those from my left shot out and pierced into the ground, holding onto which I leaned back before pulling myself forward, strongly.

The tense threads reacted strongly as they pulled me towards them, I hindered with them with a flick of my fingers and managed to detach them from the ground while I continued to get flung towards the clones. I pulled back the whip and snapped it at the group of clones, instead of wrapping around the group like what was to be expected from a whip, the whip passed through the clones without even meeting with the slightest of resistance.

A flash of relief flashed on Vine's mind at the sight, but that crumbled when clones' torso's began to float mid-air while their legs continued to rush towards me, a pitch-black thin arc flashed in between them for an instant before disappearing.

It wasn't my attack that had cut them in half, my whip isn't supposed to nor can it do that. It was Isha's attack from behind that had cut through them, due to the shocking sight many could have missed it, but I didn't miss the layers of shadows that continued to linger on the cut parts as if to prevent the clones from attaching themselves back into single piece.

Since the doll and the clones were basically soulless, my whip that snatched away the souls of those it touched was basically useless in the fight against them, as I calculated instinctively while sliding on the ground while the wave of cut off clones fell onto the ground with subtle THUDS and TAKS.

The ground creaked as my claws dug into the ground, but it wasn't long until the ground began to freeze according to my will and a rink began to manifest. Another clawed toe protruded out from my heel and acted as the ice skates, while I slid across the rink as my back straightened and my clawed fingers elongated.

I felt Isha's shadows compressed swords shooting out at the clones that began to rise up from the detached parts of the cut off clones, their numbers had multiplied but unlike before, their prowess hadn't waned.

That phenomenon forced my senses to focus on the doll that continued to stand tall without without even showing any signs of its own power diminishing, it was to be expected considering that the doll's core was the void itself.

But the matter of concern was different.

The "luck" enveloping the clones also retained the levels they held previously which meant that the things would get troublesome if the same continued.

Their numbers shouldn't expand.

That was the instinctive realisation that had struck my consciousness and I would act on it, but the one hindering my execution that I could proudly call perfect would be none other than my own wife; but nothing mattered as long as she was fin....

WHOOOOSH-!

With a strong gust of wind blew past me even though it shouldn't exist, I noticed Isha zooming towards the clones that had began to find balance as they stood on the rink. I too strode forward, sliding across the rink, I reached the group before Isha could and a clone's figure flashed golden, garnering my attention as its right arm flickered before a palm appeared in front of my face.

Why and how did I only notice a flicker?

Because my senses had "somehow" remained focused on its expressionless face while it attacked me.

But,

My right arm seemed to disappear as I flung my arm at its arm which was already in front of my face, my clawed fingers pierced its forearm had shattered its whole arm before its lucky attack landed.

That attack from my side initiated the upcoming brawl.