Villain of my own novel

(AN: Thank you for bearing with me and sorry for the irregular uploads this week. I was checking the contents of the contract; it isn't that much of a big deal, but it sure is a headache, maybe because it was my first time. Anyway, thank you for bearing with me, and now that the matters related to it are almost complete, chapter uploads will return to normal. Thank you for reading and [Peace])

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Inside of an dessert themed dungeon.

A beautiful black-haired woman stood in the middle of a massive, blood-dyed sand patch.

She had obsidian black eyes with vertical pure white slits instead of normal human-like pupils, and her turtlenecked white top was dyed with blood, of course, from her fight with human-like monsters and a few other monsters that were themed according to the dungeon.

And few seconds later.

A shadowy wolf-life creature rushed towards her with a humanoid figure in its mouth, while black and golden paw prints were left behind as the shadow wolf zoomed towards the woman.

THUMP

And with a thump of the humanoid body slopping in front of the woman, the shadow wolf disappeared into her shadow, returning to its massive pack.

She lifted the flopped man's body above the ground with a wave of her hand, employing mana and divinity that had unnaturally merged together. She knew he was a vampire, and if she killed him then there wouldn't be much time before he turned into a blood lump, so she waved her index finger, and the man's neck did a complete 360-degree turn. In that instant, she placed her hand on his head and mumbled, "Gaze of the Divine." It wasn't what she called it before, but after her ascension, the skill name had become godly, and its name changed accordingly.

Isha sighed and shook her head, muttering, "Eshwar caused trouble again...." She saw the memories of the now-bloody lump, as well as the orders given to an entire army of vampires associated with the graveyard.

Not that she was surprised about anything, but she couldn't believe that they found out about her relationship with him. And by the news and rumours her heard whenever she got out of the dungeons, she knew that Eshwar was doing something unnecessary again, but since she knew that he wouldn't be under any danger she ignored the matter as it wasn't anything of any significance, though her ignoring that matter was only limited until she was satisfied with her own strength.

She frowned deeply. "I have to teach him a lesson to not fool around with other women...." She mumbled and mischievously grinned when she remembered that it wouldn't be long before she would get to meet him; it had been a few months since they met, and though she missed him, she knew that the longer she stayed weak, the bigger burden she would become to him.

'If you are strong, I'll speak with you about everything and bring you around with me all the time; the stronger you become, the longer we can be together, through thick and thin....Together.' Those were the most cheesiest and the most heartfelt words that Eshwar had said in their last life, and they resounded in Isha's mind, and she smiled brightly as her cheeks turned rosy.

At that time, she thought he was underestimating her and asked for a spar. After noticing how easily and effortlessly he defeated her, a demi-god, she understood that it wasn't that he was underestimating her; it was just that she was overestimating herself. And at that time of period, there were times he would disappear from their home and return only a few days later, and when she asked him where he had been, his answer had always been, "to get the spot you deserve," as he kissed her lovingly with his ice-cold lips.

Isha suddenly felt a pleasurable shiver cruise through her body as she remembered how cold her teeth and tongue would feel whenever they kissed, and imagining how it would feel now that Eshwar had a human's warmth, she smiled warmly.

But suddenly, she pouted cutely when she remembered that it wasn't going to be his first kiss, while it was hers, even in this life! She had thought that she was his first kiss until she "saw" his past and him fooling around with women to manipulate them, sadistically. But she felt slightly better when she understood that she was the first kiss of Eshwar in his Frost Devil form. Though she felt slightly better at the revelation, it didn't make her feel much better, and her pout deepened.

"Hmph." She suddenly snorted, and her shadow expanded wide enough to cover everything in sight.

"Finish it." She commanded her shadows and walked towards the exit of the dungeon.

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In Sector Five.

In a ranked highest quality guild building.

In an ordinary room, a woman with sunflower blonde hair and bright hazel eyes stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes while lying on the bed. No, it wasn't lying; it was as if somebody tossed her on the bed. Her arms, legs, and shoulders were visibly bruised; they had turned black and blue, as if they had been left unattended.

Her cheeks had also turned a darker shade of blue, and her neck had finger marks on it as if somebody had tried to choke her to death. She had worn a white rag-like t-shirt and shorts; her t-shirt had a few dripping blood marks on it.

The more she began to think about what was unfairly happening to her, the more tears welled up in her eyes before beginning to stream out. Her tears rolled off her face, stinging the bruises and making her cry even more, hiccupping.

Her previously loving parents had begun to mentally and physically abuse her, mentally pressuring her about the guild's maintenance and management, and even when the smallest mistakes were pointed out by guild members who purposefully created problems and pointed them out, it made her parents angry at her and punished her by beating her until their own stress was relieved.

It all began after that incident with assistant professor Isha. No, it wasn't that she was blaming anyone except for her parents, she just remembered that incident as a mark that brought disaster in her life.

Though after that incident, she ignored everything and everyone around her and began to work her way up in her guild, but as soon as she brought up the matter of joining the guild, her father, the guild master, forced her to become a vice guild master, who could also be seen as the one who looks after the entirety of the guild.

She had noticed a change in their aura and the way they looked at her, but since she had always been loved, she ignored that, thinking that maybe they were stressed, and the torturous mental pressure began from then on. A few days later, when she began to make too many mistakes because of the pressure, physical abuse started; though they seemed reluctant and the level of abuse was small at the start, it wasn't as if they didn't hurt her, and then gradually the hesitation in her parents faded and the level of abuse jumped higher and higher, until a level where she wasn't even able to move.

While all of this was happening, she noticed that her parents were becoming more and more healthy. When she wanted to know why they were behaving like that and went to ask them about it, she caught them making violent love while the room they were in was filled with blood flowing everywhere. With guild members around the room, they too were making love with each other, and after a few minutes, they were beginning to "join" her parents in the process.

That disgusting scene got imprinted in her mind, and from then on, she stopped doing anything when she understood that her parents had turned themselves into monsters that desired nothing but blood and pleasure. She knew that nothing she would do from then on would appease her parents, so she gave up on everything while bearing with the abuse that her own parents brought on her because they were irritated that she wasn't doing anything but feeding on the money they earned with blood, sweat, and tears.

"A few more days..." Violent mumbled under her breath, her voice just sounded in hisses because more than that, her throat would start to hurt.

She needed a few more days of tolerance because she was going to contact Eshwar to help her; he was the only person that appeared in her mind when she wanted help. Not a single one of her so-called friends came to mind, and there were many reasons she could think of for asking, "Why?" one was that they were far too weak to help her, and the main reason was that she couldn't trust them; she was paranoid about what ifs, what if they sided with her parents, and what if they had already known about all this and purposefully didn't contact her to ask how she was doing or anything, and even among such thoughts, she trusted Eshwar because he didn't have any reason to contact her and ask her about her wellbeing, which was understandable because there wasn't such a relationship between them to begin with and he wouldn't gain anything from harming her, while her other friends have their own family guilds that would benefit from this, of course, with the exception of Gang Jiwoo.

She turned over to the right and began to sob uncontrollably before mumbling,

"Please help me."