Villain of my own novel

Grace, who was watching everything unfold right in front of her, didn't know what to do. At first, when Eshwar was being thrashed around, she noticed the indifferent expression on his face and thought everything was under his control. But soon after the fight got gorier and gorier, as Eshwar's blood splattered everywhere, yet not a single groan was heard from Eshwar, she didn't know what to do.

And the subtle exchange of dialogue between Eshwar and Vinny, which made Grace get disgusted at Vinny, made her think that if what Eshwar said was true, then everything Vinny had claimed had happened because of Vinny himself, which prompted her to root for Eshwar's victory. But as the fight unfolded, she didn't know if she had to stop it or let it continue, but she moved when she saw Eshwar being lit on hellfire, and she wasn't the only one; other strong, confident people also moved, but Isha's cold, indifferent voice stopped them, also making them frown.

"I'll get a reaction out of you if I "s*xually assault" your lover publicly, won't I?" Vinny's voice sounded, and an eerie feeling enveloped her heart, enticing rage in her; she had not once thought that she would one day get angry at a cadet.

"!!!!" Shuddering violently, she gazed at Eshwar. And it wasn't long until she could feel the change in the atmosphere that was filled with an eerie silence, which was soon broken by the sound of Eshwar's footsteps and the ripping sound of Vinny's training outfit.

PIERCE-!!

"!!!" 'That cowardly basta*d!' Grace cursed inwardly; it wasn't that she didn't want to curse out loud, it was just that she was unable to due to being under an extremely horrifying, suffocating pressure. It wasn't a kind of pressure that rendered them unable to move; it was a kind of pressure that "the strong" gave off just by being present, involuntarily.

"GRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" It was then that a hollow, monstrous roar resounded throughout the entire coliseum; it wasn't the roar of a person in pain, it was the roar of an enraged monster! She, together with all those in the crowd that stood up, slumped back into their seats in a state of fear.

Soon, Eshwar's hostile, crimson-coloured intent exploded out.

'It can't be....' Grace denied what she was witnessing, but

"A murderer's intent..." Reynolds' mumble sounded next to Grace, who didn't have a choice but to accept that fact since a murderer himself confirmed it.

But before she concluded that fact, Eshwar's intent turned darker and darker, until it was nearly black. And it wasn't long until another golden-coloured flame-like intent enveloped Eshwar. It felt holy yet ominous as another layer of pitch-black intent began to ooze out of him, which soon turned into the source of the golden-coloured, flame-like intent.

'W-what is that?' Grace questioned reality as Eshwar's intent rose up, forming a humongous, glaring eye behind him.

The humongous left eye behind him was just shaped like that with the amount of intent Eshwar oozed, as it was translucent yet traumatising. The eye was glaring at everything Eshwar could see, inflicting an inerasable fear in them. It wasn't long until the humongous, coliseum covering left eye "shifted" before a right arm, much larger than the eye from before, materialised above Eshwar with an open palm, facing downward.

Strings connected with the humongous right hand behind Eshwar began to crawl down before connecting themselves to Eshwar, displaying a marionette being played in a play.

And the fingers of the humongous arm flickered, and the marionette, Eshwar, shot out towards the wall at the other end of the coliseum and collided against it without hesitation.

BAM-!

Due to the clash, the broadswords piercing his back were unsheathed, whose handles Eshwar grabbed by twisting his body. His face was a mess due to him colliding against the wall, and his rib structure also seemed to have cracked; well, it wasn't long until they healed completely as Eshwar's body shot towards Vinny, who stood in gape.

'W-what barbaric way....' Grace was horrified.

<DANCE OF THE BLACK INK> With that strange hypnotic voice, that sounded out of nowhere, resounding the entire coliseum, Eshwar's body began to flit across the ground, swinging both of his broadswords in a strange, hypnotic, choreographed manner, with each of his sword swings sending dispersing black ink-dyed blades at Vinny.

"Argh!!" Vinny dodged, parried, and defended, yet was forced to tank some with his body; each small windblade shot out at him left a cut, no matter what size.

<READ CHAPTERS> With yet another hypnotic voiced words, tens of dispersing black ink-dyed blades shot out from Eshwar's swords in all basic angles, attacking Vinny in all directions, relentlessly.

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"Arrrrrrggggghhhh!!!! F**k, f**k, f**k.....!!" Vinny groaned in agony, loudly.

<UNFOLDING OF THE BLACK INK> The hypnotic-sounding mumble sounded again, and a boulder-sized blob of black ink materialised in front of him, which Eshwar slashed without hesitation as the strings attached to the fingers above him flickered.

SPLATTER-!

SPLASH-!!!

Splashing sounds of the black ink that busted out of the boulder-sized blob oozing out sounded as the black ink spread and dyed the entire floor of the coliseum in it, creating a domain of sorts.

SPLASH-!!

With the splashing sounds, Vinny rushed towards Eshwar, running on the black ink with an ominous blazing sword, initiating the attacks from his side and bombarding Eshwar with sword swings, which were parried due to the attacks being strong.

It was then that everybody saw what they weren't able to see previously: the arm above Eshwar "shifted." Soon, an ominous grinning mouth materialised behind Eshwar, as its lips folded inwardly, before

<PAUSE> The hypnotic voice sounded again, "pausing" everything in the coliseum.

'Tha-that...is than a whole existence?' Grace, who was questioning reality, was able to finally draw a conclusion inwardly: it was exactly as she questioned; the size difference between the eye and the arm was massive, just like a humanoid figure's. The intent behind Eshwar seemed to be an existence, considering how the eye and an arm "shifted."

After pausing Vinny, together with the rest of those in the coliseum, Eshwar walked towards Vinny and placed the sharp edge of the broadsword on Vinny's chest, slowly slicing downward, deep enough for him to feel satisfied.

Again, the grinning mouth behind Eshwar widened as the grin on Eshwar's face also widened, ominously.