The Villain's Story

"Do I look good?"

I asked Kazikato as I good in front of him in my suit.

Formal wear is a must.

My suit, adorned with the signature colors of Twilight, Black, and Purple contrasting with my Diamond Blue eyes and Pure snow-white hair made me look magnificent if I do say so myself.

"...Yeah."

Oh my, someone is still sad.

Unfortunately, because I only recently brought Kazikato into the guild, he isn't known by a lot of people.

And all the invitations given to the guild have been used on the elders and other important members.

Hell, some Elders even gave their invitations up so that some prospects could go to the banquet.

And Kazikato wasn't well known to them.

Oh well, Along with me, Alice, and Richard only a few elders are going.

Although I don't remember a lot about this birthday party.

Nothing could go seriously wrong.

*Click*.

The door to the room opened, and a beauty stepped inside.

Alice, adorned in a dress that highlighted her features along with the purple and black colors of Twilight, paired with her Purple Eyes and black was a sight to see.

I, and also Kazikato, gave a silent thumbs up to the sight.

But her next words shocked me to my core.

"...is that what you're going as?"

What?

Woman, you dare question my suit?

"Hey, the suit is good."

"Im not talking about the suit, im talking about the hair and face."

...

...

...

What's wrong with my hair and face?

I mean, yeah, it's disheveled and my face may not be as chiseled as the others, but hey it's passable.

"My face and ha-"

And before I could complete my statement, I saw her take out her phone, and silently message someone.

And next thing I knew, I was dragged by some women to a salon inside the damn guild building.

I held my tears back the entire time.

***

"Serena...is this good enough?"

Elijah asked for Serena's opinion on his suit.

The woman in question was busy taking photos.

Many, Many photos.

"..."

Elijah stood without speaking another word, and Serena took out another suit in the meantime.

"Now! Wear this!"

...

...

"... I don't even want to go to the party."

Elijah muttered in a low voice.

"Why...wait...?"

Serena questioned Elijah but appeared to have thought of something during the question.

And then she continues muttering.

"...if all the other girls see you like this...shit they might fall for you... let's see potential Targets are Elaine, Sabrina, and all the other multitude of prospects of the guild."

Serena faced a dilemma.

Her charm was enough to drive all the others away...except Sabrina.

Shit...shit...

Shit.

If Sabrina fell for her Eli...her looks aren't going to save her.

"Serena?"

And she was taken out of her thoughts by Elijah.

"Let's just go...im tired."

Elijah urged her to finish with this facade, and she Silently went along.

Of course, she was only silent on the outside.

Inside her mind was something no one wanted to see.

***

And the old man with grey hair and a very dignified beard looked out a massive window.

Whoever he was, he was strong.

His room was decorated lavishly, yet it was unlit and the only light that came inside was through the giant window that oversees the city.

"Come in."

His voice resounded.

And Someone else entered the room.

With a mature and chiseled face that even beat the current Elijah.

Long grey hair, Ashy Eyelashes, and Ash-like eyes, wearing a grey suit.

He silently stood behind the old man.

"Not even greeting your grandfather huh ."

The old man said, his gaze still fixated on the city below.

"Ezra, how are the preparations for the Party?"

The old man, asked the young man, Ezra Fornum, a question.

"Good."

Ezra answered.

"You have two objectives this time, Duel with Alan Peccator and Elijah Ardor, and steal their techniques and humiliate them publicly."

There was silence after he said those words.

"I didnt hear an affirmation, Ezra."

The old man broke the silence, and Ezra replied to him.

"Not Elijah Ardor."

The old man, silently turned around to face Ezra, before asking why.

"Why not?"

And Ezra replied without even a shred of hesitation.

"He's Henry's best friend, im not going to humiliate my younger brother's Best friend."

"For such a stupid reason as that?"

The old man asked Ezra, who stood firm on his previous statement.

The old man, seeing as Ezra would not back down, sighed and said.

"Fine, forget Elijah Ardor, Your target is Alan Peccator, who chose that third-ranked guild instead of Our Behemoth."

The old man continued.

"Humiliate Alan Peccator, steal his techniques, and show him the true power of Behemoth, Oh God of War."

The old man smirked as he stated Ezra's Title that he bestowed.

To others, He was known as CopyCat.

But his grandfather bestowed upon him a different title.

God of War.

Something that Ezra hated, and something that His grandfather said with pride.

"And as a reward, you can spend time with 'her'."

And Ezra was shaken, his eyes widened in shock, At the fact that his Grandfather knew.

"Oh, you think you hid it well?"

His grandfather's words echoed, in his ears.

"I know everything, Ezra."

Ezra gulped and silently left the room.

And meanwhile, the old man silently looked at the city below him with keen eyes.

You can never hide anything from me, Ezra.

****

Sabrina looked at the changing scenery from the window of the car.

She didnt show it on her face, but her hands that were gripping her dress showed her...uneasiness and fear relatively easily.

Her breathing seemed to be getting more haggard by the second.

And suddenly, another hand held hers

And she found her head resting on the chest of her mother.

"Don't worry, there's no need to be afraid."

Her mother's words were comforting.

"He won't even be allowed near you."

Her mother's words continued.

And then, she turned towards the Driver of the vehicle as she asked the man a question.

"Isn't that what you promised, James?"