Love has its consequences.
Villain had one clear mission: kill the Hero. But somewhere along the line, the plan faltered. Instead of feeling animosity, an unexpected emotion blossomed. Try as they might to suppress it, Villain found themself irresistibly drawn to the Hero, like a moth to a flame. Every encounter, every glance, only intensified the magnetic pull between them. Villain just couldn't help but fall for the one they were meant to destroy.
Every time they returned to Supervillain‘s lair, he would demand an update on their progress. And Villain always had an excuse ready, a plausible reason for their failure. Their feelings for Hero were growing stronger, and the risk of Supervillain discovering this secret loomed large. It wasn’t just Hero who would be in danger if the truth came out; the Villain’s own life would be at stake as well.
That would be the last thing Villain ever wanted to happen to their lover.
Villain walked through the halls; It was a familiar routine, one they'd grown accustomed to. A summons from Supervillain, requesting their presence in his chambers. But this time, the message had carried an unexpected twist - an invitation to dine with the mastermind himself.
Villain's exceptional skills and unblemished record of success had undoubtedly caught Supervillain's attention, elevating them to a privileged position within the organization. Yet, despite their favored status, Villain couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. In the past, their meetings with the Supervillain had always been formal, focused on mission briefings and strategic discussions. When Villain was invited to dinner with the boss, they felt hesitant, but knowing they couldn't refuse, they reluctantly agreed.
As Villain stepped into the dining room, they saw Supervillain seated at the table, their meals already prepared.
“There you are,” Supervillain said with a smile. “Took you long enough to get here.”
Villain walked to their seat, a dry chuckle escaping them.
“My apologies, sir. It wasn’t intentional.”
Supervillain gave Villain a cold smile. Despite their close and trusting relationship, Villain couldn’t shake the eerie vibes emanating from Supervillain. After all, he was the authority here, and that carried its own unsettling weight.
“Why did you call me here, sir?” Villain asked hesitantly, taking a cautious bite of their meal only after Supervillain did the same.
Supervillain savored his bite, deliberately drawing out the moment. Only after a long pause did he respond, his eyes glinting with a sinister amusement.
“You seem worried,” he stated, his eerie smile sending a shiver down Villain's spine.
“Ah... do I make it that obvious?” Their gaze faltered. “You usually call me in to discuss my progress on the mission.”
Supervillain gave an approving nod, confirming their suspicion. But sharing a dinner? Something was definitely off today.
“Villain, dear, you’re one of my most trusted operatives,” said the boss, their tone laced with concern. “I’m becoming increasingly worried about your performance on this mission.”
Villain swallowed hard, anxiety prickling at their nerves. They knew they had to deflect the truth to protect their relationship with Hero. Taking another bite of their meal, they tried to sound casual.
“The hero’s proving to be more challenging than expected,” Villain replied, offering yet another excuse.
“How ‘challenging’ could it possibly be?” His voice grew colder, a hint of displeasure evident. “As I recall, I’ve assigned you far more formidable foes, and you’ve never faltered like this before.”
Villain struggled to maintain their composure, knowing that showing weakness was not an option. They were expected to be the best, always.
“Sir, I assure you, I’ll give it my all next time,” Villain said, striving for a tone of earnest resolve. “Just… give me a little more time—”
“You said the same thing the last time we spoke,” Supervillain interrupted, placing their hands firmly on the table. “Yet you’ve delivered nothing. Are you getting distracted, dear?”
Villain quickly shook his head, feeling the conversation was like a gun to their head—one wrong move and they could be finished.
“No, sir. As I mentioned, they’re just too—”
“I see how it is,” Supervillain cut in, his eerie smile returning. "My favorite villain is already starting to reveal their weakness!"
“But fear not,” He clasped his hands together with a dramatic flair. “I always have a solution for everything! Do you know what I do with my weakening subordinates, Villain?~”
Villain clenched their fists under the table, searching for a convincing response.
“Sir, I assure you, I don’t need any additional help. I’ll make sure that by the end of the week, Hero will be declared dead.” They tried to inject as much confidence as possible into their voice.
Supervillain’s smile remained unwavering, cold and unsettling.
“By the end of the week, you say?” He hummed, his tone dripping with disapproval. “Your empty promises are growing tiresome, Villain.” He sighed, clearly disappointed.
“Which is why, as I mentioned, I already have a solution for your shortcomings.”
He picked up his utensils, returning to his meal with a casual air.
“But let’s finish our meal before we discuss this further, shall we?”
Villain was at a loss, realizing there was no way to confront him without dire consequences. With a resigned sigh, they picked up their utensils and continued eating, trying to suppress their anxiety.
The silence in the room grew more oppressive, broken only by the clinking of utensils against plates. Villain struggled to maintain their composure, determined not to show any weakness.
“The meal is quite appetizing, sir,” they said, trying to ease the tension with a forced note of civility.
Supervillain looked up, his gaze piercing.
“It is, isn’t it? My chef has outdone themselves once again.” his tone laced with insincere warmth.
“What... um, what is this? Beef?” Villain asked, grasping at a meaningless question to fill the awkward silence.
“Oh! Curious, are we?” Supervillain clapped his hands, signaling his chefs. They entered, dragging something—or rather someone—from the kitchen.
The villain's eyes widened in horror as the lifeless body crashed onto the table, their limbs splayed out at unnatural angles. The stomach was a mangled mess, a gaping gash torn open to reveal a tangled web of intestines, glistening with a sickly sheen. The flesh was a deep, rich red, like raw meat, and it seemed to quiver slightly, as if still alive. The air was heavy with the coppery stench of blood and the sweet, acrid tang of viscera.
“W-..w—...what the hell?!” Villain stumbled over their words, rising from their seat in horror.
Supervillain, however, remained unfazed. He lounged back with an unsettling smile, his demeanor as calm as ever.
“Do you recognize it?” His voice dripped with mockery. “I apologize if I, perhaps, ruined their face a bit too much...” He chuckled, continuing to eat with a disturbing calmness.
Villain's stomach churned as the horrifying realization sank in—that the meal they had been eating was Hero. They staggered back, coughing violently, desperately trying to force themself to vomit.
“Oh, don’t even think about it,” Supervillain said with a disapproving look. “Don’t you feel any remorse? Vomiting up your own lover’s flesh? Imagine what Hero would think if they knew.”
Their words frozen in their throat as they struggled to process the revelation. Both they and Hero had thought they had done an exemplary job of concealing their relationship, but it seemed they had underestimated Supervillain's prowess. Despite their best efforts to protect Hero, they had been naive to doubt Supervillain's capabilities.
Supervillain‘s eyes narrowed as he rose from his chair, his movements deliberate and menacing. “You think...” He paused, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he took a slow, calculated step closer to Villain. “-that I wouldn't discover your little secret?” His hand extended, his fingers closing around the Villain's chin, forcing their head to tilt upwards, their eyes locked on his. “You're clever, Villain, I'll give you that. But did you truly believe you could deceive me? What do you take me for, Villain? A fool?”
“Sir, I— I—” Villain's words faltered, their voice trembling as they struggled to speak.
Supervillain's expression twisted into a sneer. “I-I-I—” He mimicked Villain's stutter, his tone dripping with condescension. The mockery was palpable, and Villain's eyes flashed with anger and humiliation.
“And here I thought you'd be more...refined, more calculating. But it seems even your words are as fragile as your attempts to deceive me, dear.”
Supervillain’s proximity was unsettlingly intimate. Villain loathed it, knowing any resistance would be futile. Despite their strength, they could never rival their boss.
He leaned in, his breath brushing against Villain’s skin.
“You see, I usually dispose of traitors like you,” he said with a sadistic grin. “But your value makes you useful to me. So, let’s make this your last—”
He gripped Villain’s hair and forcefully shoved them toward the wooden table. Villain clenched their teeth as they watched Supervillain drag the lifeless body closer to their face.
“—kiss. Make it as romantic as you can, Villain. I want to see it.”
Villain stared at the lifeless body of their lover, tears streaming down their cheeks. The harsh reality of Hero’s fate overwhelmed them. With a twisted sense of malice, Supervillain compelled Villain to press their lips to Hero's cold, lifeless skin - a macabre mockery of the tender kisses they had once shared. The bitter irony was not lost on Villain, who felt a deep sense of impotence and regret for failing to protect their loved one from this brutal fate.
As Villain recoiled from the forced kiss, a maelstrom of emotions churned within them - revulsion, grief, and a deep-seated anger. They pushed themself away from Supervillain's grasp, the sudden release from their boss left Villain stumbling backward, their eyes locked on the cold, calculating gaze of their adversary. His eyes bore into their very soul, radiating an unspoken threat.
“Consider this a rare display of clemency,” Supervillain sneered, their voice dripping with malevolence as they took a step closer. “But let this serve as a warning: should you ever dare to cross me again, you will suffer the same fate as your little beloved Hero. I will flay you alive, and take great pleasure in watching you scream.”
With a deliberate, almost paternal gesture, Supervillain's hand rose to gently sweep away the tears that marred Villain's face, his touch a jarring contrast to the icy cruelty that had driven him to commit such atrocities.
His gaze remained unyielding, his piercing eyes boring into the subordinate's soul. The air was thick with tension as he made it abundantly clear that Villain had learned a valuable lesson about the consequences of succumbing to distractions while on the job. The weight of his displeasure hung heavy, a palpable reminder of the gravity of their mistake.
