Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

The kiss... felt like something that had happened before.

From the depths of my soul, a name came to my mind.

'...Delilah?'

Not even a second passed, and the memories turned blur once again.

But it was still there.

The feeling that I had back then... it was still in me.

Nymeria slowly leaned back, the feeling of her lips still on me.

"Focus on what's ahead."

She whispered, her body blurring as if teleporting out of the place.

"Those memories... you will see what you were sooner or later."

She kissed me once again, even more possessively this time.

And—.

All I did was stare into her golden eyes.

Her body vanished and she didn't stop until she was completely gone.

I blinked.

The world resumed once again as I was thrown back.

But—.

This time, I unfolded my wings to balance myself and land on my feet once again.

"Urgh?"

A sudden bombardment of divinity hit my body like a raging bull.

The previous pain and weakness vanished like it was never there.

I looked down at my hands, finding the golden traditional markings glowing in the hue of gold.

"What happened just now?"

The combined form of Khokan and Vikoka spoke in utter confusion.

"Huff...."

I exhaled softly, clenching and unclenching my fist to get a hold of the divinity.

I looked up at Rakshaka, my vision clearer than ever.

Every movement of his lava-soaked body, every ripple of mana, every flicker of hatred behind those six twisted eyes.

I saw it all, felt it all, as if the mana itself whispered it into my mind.

"You..." Rakshaka rumbled, lowering his trident slightly, wary for the first time. "What did you become?"

"I don't know yet," I said, my voice steady, each word vibrating in the molten air, "but whatever it is… it's enough to end you."

A broken half-crown formed over my head, illuminating the place in a purple hue.

Then I moved.

No flash, no warning, no trail of lightning or flame.

One second I was standing, and the next, Rakshaka's massive form reeled back, a gash opening across his obsidian chest.

Rakshaka roared, the sound warping the molten air into deadly spears.

They shot toward me, only for the air around me to distort, folding space itself, and the spears melted away before they touched me.

'...Ah, is this how simple Kingdom work?'

I couldn't help but wonder as I tried to mimic one with divinity.

It was my first try, but it worked nonetheless.

Rakshaka's six eyes widened in disbelief as the molten spears dissolved into mist before even grazing me.

"You dare...!" he howled, his voice like a crashing mountain.

Rakshaka charged, each of his six arms weaving different spells... lava chains, crushing gravity, cursed winds, blazing meteors.

But against me—.

"Disrupt."

Each spell twisted midair, turning into harmless light.

The range of Olivia's ability had increased significantly.

I raised my hand.

The golden markings across my skin pulsed once, and a small sphere of compressed divinity formed above my palm.

Even though I was losing a considerable amount of divinity, I tried to use it nonetheless.

The divinity compressed and collapsed in itself.

A tremendous amount of pull started to drag everything into the collapsed divinity.

It looked insignificant against the towering Rakshaka.

But when I flicked it forward—.

BOOM!!!

The sphere expanded instantly, crashing into Rakshaka's chest and sending the titan staggering back, cracks spreading across his obsidian form like a spiderweb.

Rakshaka screamed, two voices overlapping into a distorted wail of rage and fear.

'...This isn't going to work.'

Even though the attack did a considerable amount of damage, it was still not enough.

His body regenerated at an alarming speed.

"No mortal can break a Kingdom's law!" he bellowed, struggling to steady himself.

Ahh.

He is right, I can't kill him in his own kingdom.

It was impossible.

Then—.

'I should break the kingdom.'

Something materialized in my hand.

A one-handed axe with a crimson crescent blade on one side, sharp, spear-like points emerging from the base of the crescent blade.

A long chain attached to its base looped itself around my arm.

My hand closed around the weapon instinctively.

His trident flashed, and I moved to the top of a neighboring hill.

The hill I'd left behind burst in a shower of sand, cut completely in two.

The trident flashed again, and I dodged, then again and again, each strike carving the place into something else.

Despite all his efforts to stop me, I looked around the place trying to find one weak spot.

Only one, and it would be enough.

The axe was still heavy in my hand, but her divinity made it a little easier to wield it.

Finally, my senses lit up as I found the weak point of the kingdom; I kept that in my mind.

Then—.

I moved and appeared close to the monster.

His inhuman eyes widened in surprise, but he managed to bring his trident up to defend as I swung the axe with both hands.

BOOM!!!!

The weight of the axe made him almost fall to his knees, and a crack appeared in the trident.

Letting go of the weapon, I moved once again, appearing behind him.

The axe blurred and appeared in my hand once again, his six eyes making him aware of my presence as he moved his hand.

I swung my axe down.

"ARGH!!!!"

It took his two hands in an instant, making him roar in pain.

I didn't give him a moment to recover.

Twisting my body mid-air, I flung the axe again, this time aiming not at him, but directly at the fracture point in the kingdom I had sensed earlier.

The crimson blade spiraled through the distorted air, and struck the invisible weak spot with a deafening—

CRACK!

The sky itself shattered like a mirror.

A spiderweb of fractures spread outward, racing across the burning heavens and molten ground alike.

Rakshaka stumbled, his molten body rippling unnaturally as the very laws sustaining him began to collapse.

"No—NO!!!" he roared, reaching out with his remaining hands, trying to mend the cracks with sheer will.

But it was useless.

I tightened the chain of the axe wrapped around my arm, yanked it back toward me.

With a final burst of golden divinity, I smashed the axe downward into the heart of the fracture.

BOOM!!!

The world of lava and destruction collapsed into itself, pulling Rakshaka along with it, his screams fading into the void.

In the blink of an eye, the kingdom was no more.

I found myself standing once again on the real battlefield — a wedding place of broken stones, shattered statues, and burnt earth.

The first thing that I did was to break the mirror in the sky with a gust of mana, sending them far away.

Using mana, I found both the weapons of Primordial Gods and stored them with me.

Khokan and Vikoka struggled to get to their feet; they both had lost one of their hands.

Their faces turned pale and eyes full of fear, faces full of desperation.

'They both really reek of fear.'

"K-Khokan!"

Vikoka yelled, trying to form a magic circle but failing to do so.

"Run!!"

Khokan looked at his brother in shock, trying to get to his feet.

"N-no."

He stammered, holding his trident in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

"I will not run away, leaving you!!"

I let Naraka dissolve in my body once again, as I looked at them.

Funny.

Never did I think I would see Immortals cry for their lives.

I slowly started walking towards them.

"H-hey!" Vikoka gasped, scrambling to get away. "W-we can talk! We—we can make a deal!"

I didn't answer.

There was nothing left to say.

They had brought death upon themselves the moment they dared to threaten everything I held dear.

"Rejection of Time."

I slowed the world around us, making the time in a certain range slow down in comparison to the outside world.

I raised my hand toward them, and with a thought, a blade of condensed mana materialized in my palm.

"No—WAIT—!!" Khokan screamed.

The blade dug itself into the heart of Vikoka, killing him instantly.

I turned to look at Khokan. "Revive him."

"...What?"

"I said. Revive. Him."

Khokan instinctively looked at his brother, and in a blink, he was back to his unharmed self.

But—

There wasn't even a shred of fighting spirit in his eyes.

Another blade formed in my hand and in the next instant, I beheaded Khokan.

Smiling, I turned to look at Vikoka. "Revive. Him."

****

BOOM!!!!

A golden streak of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the entire palace.

Arthenis, the king of Davana Kingdom, stared at the place where lightning fell and gulped down.

"What is happening inside?"

One of the noblemen asked, his voice filled with fear.

A few strong beings who were invited to the party hadn't run away.

Instead, they chose to stand outside the place, ready to intervene if necessary.

"D-do you think he lost?"

Another one asked, his voice meek.

"W-we all are dead if he did—."

A person started to walk towards the place.

"E-Elijah!"

Ledger—Siersha's father moved to stop him, grabbing Elijah's arm.

"It's been so long." Elijah replied, looking at him. "I need to check if Himmel is safe."

"B-but—."

Elijah didn't reply; instead, he started to walk inside the venue.

"Let's go."

Arthenis whispered, urging the others to follow him.

A few nodded, but everyone followed in fear of being left alone.

The group moved cautiously. Ash floated like snow in the air, and the smell of scorched earth filled their lungs.

The once-beautiful place was unrecognizable.

Statues shattered, pillars collapsed, blood staining the earth black.

Smoke from the lightning moved, giving them a clear view.

The approach of a powerful aura made Arthenis and everyone flinch in unison.

"H-Himmel...?" Elijah's voice broke the silence, weak and uncertain.

Arthenis couldn't help but stare at him, his eyes traveling slowly across his features, trying to find why he felt an unknown fear from him.

The golden markings across his body still glowed faintly, the remnants of battle clinging to his form.

In front of him lay the mangled corpses of Khokan and Vikoka... or what remained of them after countless revivals and deaths.

His wings drooped slightly behind him, raven feathers tainted with ash, his clothes torn and soaked in blood — yet he stood.

Arthenis' heart shuddered as his eyes met with his.

It felt like he was gazing at the abyss, something ancient that he could never achieve.

His presence caused goosebumps to raise along the backs of his arms and neck, uncomfortably reminding Arthenis how he always felt in the presence of demigods.

Small. Insubstantial. Without purpose.

Himmel walked towards them, his steps echoing in the silence.

Arthenis lowered his gaze as he stood just in front of them.

He rose his hand and something fell from his palm.

The horns rolled across the broken floor, stopping just in front of Arthenis' boots.

The king stared at them, his throat dry, unable to move or even breathe properly.

He knew what those horns meant.

"I took care of the immortal twins." Himmel's voice boomed, making him flinch. "And I expect a suitable return for saving your kingdom."

"Y-yes, my lord." He stammered, keeping his gaze low.

Himmel turned to look at Elijah. "Find Aimar and the others and get out of here."

"What, why?" Elijah asked, frowning in confusion. "Isn't it already over?"

"No." Himmel replied, turning around and looking at the sky. "It isn't over. Not yet."

Elijah followed his gaze until they landed at the figure floating in the sky.

His breath turned ragged and shallow as he looked at his... father.

Jones smiled, gazing down at Himmel. "Truly marvelous, my nephew. You have no idea how proud I am of seeing you becoming a legend."

Himmel stared at him and rubbed his neck.

"Get down, uncle." He said. "My neck hurts."

Arthenis' heart sank as he saw the demigod's face turn emotionless.