Prologue [Volume 1]

10 years prior,

"What have you done, Visha?" Valdemar dropped on his knees, hugging his friend's corpse. Blood smudged on his clothes and face. His watery eyes turned to the boy in front of him.

Valdemar's stomach was turning, his heart was being stomped by hundreds of elephants, and his whole body trembled.

"I killed him." Visha admitted. His face was filled with apathy, he could careless about the dead body his love was gripping.

"How could to say that with a straight face!?" Valdemar asked, yelling. "You said that you wanted to change your destiny. You said that you won't turn into a villain!" He said, tears escaping from his eyes.

"I changed my mind, Val. The darkness is strong, I am strong. No one will be able to get between us, now. We can go home to the Dark Castle together. We can live in peace for eternity, just the two of us—" Visha spoke with such integrity.

"No." Valdemar cut him off.

"...what...?" Visha's voice trembled. "I heard you wrong." He convinced himself. "What did you say?" He wanted to confirm what his love just said.

"You heard me correctly. I won't be going anywhere with you." Valdemar clarified, facing his ex—friend with determined eyes. The tears on his face had dried up, straining his face.

The villain's eyes widened and his jaw agape.

His face scrunched up and his lips quivered at his love's cold words. They hurt more than a thousand blades piercing through him. They hurt more than walking on blazing coals. They hurt more than life, itself.

"But, you said—you promised that we'll be together forever!" Visha yelled, tears had also flowed out of his eyes, like that of a waterfall.

"That was all before this, V! Look what have you done! You've killed your friend, our friend!" Valdemar put his friend's corpse to the side, standing up to the villain.

"Friend?! He was NOT my friend." Visha denied, wiping his tears that just won't stop flowing. "I only have one friend and that is you. Nothing is important than us, now." He walked towards hero, snaking his arms around his agile neck.

"Visha." The hero said in the coldest possible way. It was as if winter passed by them. He pulled away from the tight hug and pushed Visha to the ground.

The villain's legs were trembling, like he didn't have any bones and his tears were blinding him. It was as if he was getting sucked in, he didn't know by what. "W—what? Why are you calling me by my name? What happened to "V"?" He asked the hero.

"From now on, we're enemies...

betrayer." Valdemar glared at him and the whole building they were in collapsed.