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[Villian] Chapter 69: Wiggles
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 10:01:13 +0000 UTCWithin a vast, pitch-black cavern, two well-dressed nobles watched with slight interest as Mary’s body floated within a sack of flesh surrounded by black vines. There were also many pink spiders present, but they were busy comparing the various items that the silly humans had created for them.
Julius, the blacksmith spider, proudly showed off a rather fancy iron sword that floated in the air. Two spiders stared in awe at the human-made creation; one wore a black top hat inlaid with golden thread, while the other had a blue bowtie around one of its legs. These two spiders felt their inferior articles of clothing paled in comparison to the sword’s awesomeness.
“Master, I thought you had gone soft for a second there…” Fay said while crossing her arms below her average-size chest. She looked like a noble lady infuriated by her husband’s antics with her fancy clothes and demeanor.
“How so?” Damien glanced at her before returning his attention to the writhing mass of black vines covered in sharp thorns that towered over the pair.
Fay shrugged and inspected her new rings. “Dunno, you two seemed to get along great, but then you do this.” She casually gestured to the brown-haired woman floating inside a sack of flesh filled with a viscous green fluid.
Damien chuckled. “Well, I didn’t plan this situation, but it’s just so interesting I cannot bring myself to stop it. I already told the plant,” he gestured toward the ten-meter-tall mass of black vines, “that this woman would become its new caretaker… Wait, can this plant even understand speech? Hmmm. Something this investigation will discover, along with other things.”
“How long will she stay in…there”
Damien rubbed his chin before throwing up his hands in defeat. “No clue. Do you think I’m a mad scientist or something? Honestly, I just planned for the vines to provide some angel tears so Mary would know what she’s selling; hands-on experience is crucial, in my opinion. But, alas, nothing in this life can be so simple.” He pointed his cane accusingly at the abomination of flesh and vines that slithered around like a mountain of snakes. “Plant! Return my employee right this instant! I had to put so much effort into reeling her in.”
Fay scoffed. “Stop acting, Master. You don’t care either way.”
Damien stopped mid-act and scowled. “Fay, when it’s just the two of us, can’t I have a little fun? I spend all my time running away from my future and the many death flags hanging over me. We are in a magical world, for God’s sake! And finally, something that I have never seen before is occurring before my eyes!” He gestured toward the fleshy pod that reminded him of the matrix. “Is a genetic mutation occurring? Is the plant fusing with her? Perhaps the plant is reading her mind? Absorbing her memories? The possibilities are endless…”
Fay shook her head. “Death flags? Genetic mutation? What are you talking about?”
Damien glanced at his partner in crime. Sometimes, he let his facade slip around her, but he wasn’t overly worried. Although her transformation into a blood queen wasn’t complete, she was almost there. Damien had estimated months originally, but that was a loose assumption. Whether Fay was an edge case or the records left behind from the elder noble vampires were wrong was hard to decide, but that was beside the point.
Fay would soon become his blood queen, his eternal wife and sidekick. Damien wondered if they should hold a grand wedding in Blackthorn. Actually, now that I think about it…how does one get married in this world? he mused while looking at Fay’s gorgeous and confused face. Wait, I’m starting to see her in a different light. Before there was a slight hint of disgust, but now she’s like a normal woman to me.
“Hello, are you ignoring me?” Fay pouted. “What nonsense are you spouting.”
Damien answered his partner’s questions with a chuckle. “Well, death flags are hints or events that will lead to my demise. For example, the prince and my elder brother have a vendetta against me. Duke Henson would be an example for you.” Damien moved his black cane around with psychokinesis to quell his boredom while waiting for something to happen; it had been hours since Mary was grabbed and promptly swallowed by the mass of vines.
Fay stopped inspecting her rings and shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “I hope that slimy duke doesn’t cause any issues for Blackthorn and you.”
“Us,” Damien interrupted her. “Problems for us. We are in this together.”
Fay smiled. “Indeed, Master.”
The pair’s rather intimate atmosphere was rudely interrupted by Mary thrashing around inside the fleshy sack of accursed green goo. Her clothes had long mysteriously melted away as vines tunneled through her mouth and nose, presumably providing oxygen.
Damien’s eyes went wide. “Her mana circuit!” Due to the mana-thick goo and lack of physical touch, he struggled to inspect the exact changes occurring, but he was sure of it. Mary’s mana circuit was being expanded, upgraded even.
Damien then winced at the thought as he remembered the pain he went through for his darkness mana circuit. I should practice Darkness magic sometimes, just been so darn busy lately.
He turned to Fay and decided to fill her in on his findings. “No wonder she is thrashing around. Having a mana circuit created through external means is far more painful than a naturally occurring one. I tell you, those mages that go through the mana circuit ritual are crazy loons.”
Fay tilted her head. “Don’t you have multiple mana circuits, Master?”
Damien shook his head. “Sure, but I’m a vampire; it takes mere hours to recover fully. But humans? Unless high-grade potions or a Master Mage specializing in Life affinity stands by, death from internal bleeding is guaranteed.”
He pointed his cane at the fleshy prison of his first cult member. “And that may be an issue here. But, hopefully, this plant understands that we do not have those on hand…”
A black vine emerged from the enormous withering mass and wiggled in front of Damien, causing him to frown. “Is that a yes or no? I don’t speak plant wiggles.”
The plant continued wiggling, and he grew annoyed. “You know what, I’m calling you Wiggles from now on. Finish this procedure quickly. I need my employee back.”
Damien and Fay stood in silence for the next few hours, broken by the occasional thrashing and drowned screams from Mary. Eventually, their patience was rewarded as the fleshy sack unexpectedly exploded, spraying green liquid that caked the stone floor and cavern walls.
Fay nimbly sidestepped closer to Damien and enjoyed the protection from the goo’s onslaught provided by Damien’s natural Deflection to all things deemed unclean.
Damien’s mind rung with telepathic cries from the many pink spiders drenched in goo and awoken from their later afternoon slumbers by the sudden attack.
Paying the spiders no heed, he instead focused on the naked woman that had been thrown halfway across the room in a large blob that protected her from the impact.
Now lying in the blob remains, Mary was sprawled out and passed out.
Using levitation, Damien floated over to Mary while Fay conjured her cleaning spell.
Mary’s previously sun-kissed skin had turned a pale white, similar to Damien and Fay’s. Her brown hair had transformed into a squirming mass of black vines that lacked the thorns seen on Wiggles. Also, a red rose had bloomed on her head like a beautiful decoration and released a sweet fragrance.
Mary abruptly began violently hurling up green liquid. Then, after a few moments, she sat up and clutched her head. “Wow…” she said as magical power flowed through her and backed out.
Damien clapped. “Welcome to the world of Mages… How does it feel?”
Mary turned to look at Damien and Fay while desperately trying to cover herself with her arms. “It’s…it’s amazing!” she stuttered out, not entirely sure how to handle this situation.
Despite her discomfort, Damien placed his gloved hand on her head and closed his eyes for a few moments. Mary looked toward Fay with pleading eyes, but Fay just shrugged. “Mary, don’t worry, he has no interest in livestock.”
“Interesting…very unusual,” Damien eventually said while withdrawing his hand. “You have a Life affinity mana circuit, scarce but not unheard of, but the other thing is…well…”
Mary pleaded with her eyes. “What’s wrong with me?”
Damien rubbed his chin and glanced at Wiggles. “You have vine-shaped channels throughout your body that reek of the Death element; never seen something like this before.”
As if sensing the accusation, a lone vine emerged from the mass of Wiggles and approached Mary. The vine then crawled up her arm and inserted itself into the center of the rose on her head, like one would charge a laptop.
Her usual brown eyes transformed into a swirling black mass that resembled a daisy in shape, and her body stood like a puppet on strings. Death attribute mana surged through Mary’s body, causing Damien and Fay to take a step back instinctually.
Mary’s soulless black eyes stared deeply into Damien’s, and out of Mary’s unmoving mouth, a deep voice not belonging to Mary stated:
“Thou shalt refer to me as Wiggles.”
Comments
William Karn
thanks! fixed
Owen Taylor
Fay asks about death flags, but he didn't say anything about that
