Ace of Spades: Evil Male Reader! Insert {Volume 2} UPRISING

Chapter XXIV: Rise up from Defeat

Y/N's POV

I opened my eyes, looking all around I gasped and yelled in surprise. Was I dead? Is this Hell?

Salem: Y/N, Y/N, Y/N...

I heard her say, I stood up quickly and looked behind me, she sat on a large chair, with that albino Beowulf of hers staring at me with hunger and intent. It was then I realized, Salem had saved me... Perhaps from teleportation... or a portal... nonetheless I'm still alive.

Salem: You've disappointed me for the last time...

I questioned.

Me: What? What's wrong? I killed Jacques Schnee! And his daughters!

Salem: The youngest sibling still survives! And albeit critically along with the middle child!

Me: I was interrupted! Team RWBY! They busted in at the last minute! The plan was to kill them all with poison! I had to adapt the plan quickly since Team RWBY was there.

I said, trying to reason with Salem. But she only raised her hand, A red force field surrounded me as I was forced to the ground, in the process I saw her forming a black sword from black fragments seemingly from nowhere. It was then I realized...

She summoned me here to personally kill me... How do I get out of this??!

~3rd Person POV~

Y/N sprawled on the floor, Salem stood over him in dominance. She walked circles around him as he evidently struggled to get up.

Salem: It's become apparent that you've over exceeded your usefulness. Y/N.

Y/N: It must seem so... Mistress.

Y/N spoke defiantly. Salem humphed, lifting Y/N's body up with a flick of her wrist.

Salem: You take too much time completing your objectives, and when you do you under-achieve yourself.

Y/N: I destroyed Beacon!

He shouted at the Grimm-esque woman. She scoffed at him with rebuke

Salem: And failed to retrieve the relic!

She yelled back.

Salem: Though, you have killed Ozpin, Ironwood and... severely crippled the Schnee Dust Company... All with that little mind of yours.

Y/N: I thank you for the complement.

Y/N replied.

Salem: You even refuse to address me with 'Mistress' half of the time... What defiance of yours fuels this?

Y/N: Independence?

He asked unknowingly and seemingly curiously, while smiling.

Salem: Illiterate brat.

She said, raising the black-coloured blade in her hand. Y/N flinched back in fear for the weapon, before very soon that feeling was replaced with fanatical tenacity, he then grinned a vicious smile, giggling for a moment before he screamed.

Y/N: ...DO IT!

He yelled with encouragement. Willfully kneeling before Salem, exposing his neck for the strike.

Salem: What are you playing at Y/N?

She asked, lowering her blade a bit, but keeping her guard up.