Reincarnated as the Villain

Chapter 3- "May you rest in peace father."

"Wait.... LESSONS?!"

I was in a momentary state of shock before I remembered something during Anakin's route. 'Ah.. that's right, Anakin didn't have magic before..' I thought to myself.

To explain more, magic is a key feature in this game's world and is used often throghout the story. The magic itself is pretty basic, such as the elements; Fire, water, wind, and earth. However as per usual there are two more, light magic and dark magic. Light magic can only be used if you are blessed by the god of Life, the same can be said for dark magic. In which you can only use dark magic if you are blessed by the god of death.

Now in the original game, Anakin had no magic sense and was completely useless other than his insane magic control and large mana pool.

But because he couldn't learn anything, he was deemed useless by everyone outside his family. And of course I managed to gain the attention of the god of death somehow and I now have dark magic.

My parents were surprised when they found out of course since no one in my family line had ever had dark magic. Even so, they didn't treat me that differently and mostly just spoiled me more, saying that I'm special and whatnot.

It's a nice change since in most novels and games where there is dark magic, it basically means you're an omen of death or you're bad juju.
... Either way it's a nice change.

Now back to the present.

I walked around a bit before I found the garden. In the middle was a clearing where my father stood. Since father hadn't seen me just yet, I took some time to look around at the plants we had.

Unsurprisingly we had a lot of carnivorous plants, as well as some poisonous ones.

Now normally you would freak out since the plants are dangerous but it's actually not like that.

Since I've been here, I've learned a couple things. One such thing being that poison doesn't affect our bloodline that easily.

Sure if it's lethal poison we'll get sick, but that's really it. Just a day or two and we'll be perfectly fine after that.

Of course, this doesn't apply to other people save for the Elven race (This is actually why we employ Elves to do our garden work), so most people aren't even allowed here.

As I was thinking, I saw a neat little red flower out of the corner of my eye. And just as I was about to look closely, my father finally noticed me crouching by the plant bushes.

"Ah there you are Anakin, I was beginning to wonder where you were."

I was startled by the sudden talking but I quickly calmed down when I heard it was just my father. I stood up from my crouching position and I walked over to father with a slight bounce in my step.

"Hello father, mother told me to meet you here."

"Haha, indeed she did! Since she told you that, I assume she also told you why you're meeting me here?"

"Yes, she told me to come here for magic lessons.."

"That's right! Now since I prefer a little more hands on training, I thought the best way to teach you is to show you and let you do it yourself."

As father said that, he summoned a little flame in his hand.

"Now since we don't know wether you have any affinity with any other magic, we'll start with fire! And well, don't tell your mother, but fire is the best magic there is with its incredible destructiveness and beautiful glow!"

As father continued to rant on why fire is the best, I began to think back on a conversation I heard between the game developers on a stream.

[Flashback]

"So chat is asking 'Why does the Duke always use fire magic when he can use other magic too?'. Do you have an answer to that #$&€$*$?"

"Oh that's simple, when we brainstorming ideas for some villain traits for the Duke, someone said to make him into a arsonist. And well, we rolled with the idea. And boom, the Duke was born!"

[Flashback end]

I'm beginning to question the developer's sanities.

"Ahem, so anyways. Fire is the best, end of story. Now,"

Father stopped ranting and he turned back to me.

", the best way to summon fire is to understand how fire forms. Now there is oxygen everywhere. And when even a single spark hits something flammable it ignites. But oxygen keeps it burning."

Father ignites a small flame in palm as an example.

"But when there is no more oxygen left to burn, the flame dies out."

He extinguishes the flame.

"Just try to think of it as a small spark to ignite the mana particles around you, and let the flame burn through the oxygen. When you want to get rid of the flame, think of the oxygen running out. The most important thing to remember in magic, is that it's all in the way you imagine it."

As father finishes, I look at my hand. I try to imagine a small spark lighting a dry leaf. The oxygen keeping it alive like us. A small flame begins forming.

I imagine the flames moving, eating away at the forest floor before it moves onto the trees. The flame grows larger.

The small spark has turned into a wildfire, burning down everything it touches with the oxygen fueling it. The flame is as big as my head.

And then the oxygen supply cuts out. The flames die down, until it leaves behind only a ash covered floor. The flame is gone.

I snap out of my momentary trance that lasted only 3 seconds in reality. My father claps, when I turn to him, his eyes are filled with pride and a wide grin has landed on his face.

"You did great son, I couldn't have asked for a better performance."

I smiled, it felt nice to be given compliments.

Just then, my mother walks into the garden.

She looked like she had walked out of a battlefield. Her already red hair stained with a darker shade of red at the edges, her pale skin splattered with blood, most of it on her hands. Her black eyes turned gray in the sunlight. And her black dress gently swishing in the wind.

"It seems I'm a bit late to the party, well it was the fault of those insects who dared to tell me a woman shouldn't be interfering with a man's business. Of course, we won't be hearing from them again."

Mother smiled, it looked more creepy because of the blood on her.

"Now I believe someone told me that my dearest husband had said that fire was the best out of all magic, well? Richard, dear?"

Father stiffened, his violet eyes turning away from blood-stained mother.

"Haha! Who would dare say that dear?"

I could tell father was on his last legs, his voice shaking a bit and sweat dripping down his neck.

"Mhm, indeed who would? Ah that's right, Eren would!"

Mother smiled brightly, father was done for.

"Now why don't you go along dear. We'll have a small chat after I talk with Anakin."

Father nodded weakly before trudging along back inside the mansion.

At that moment I thought of one thing, 'May you rest in peace father.'