The Villainess Doesn't Want to Deal With This Shit

Chapter 1- Feral Trucks and Asshole Gods

She stood, brushing off her dress primly as those around her stared in confusion. Her face was still stained with tears she had only just a moment ago been crying. 

“Evil.” She said at last, finally looking up into the faces of her accusers. “You accuse me of evil, your highness. For what? Some sharp words? For reminding a Baron’s daughter of her place, and that she was acting vulgarly to a man already betrothed?”

Her eyes, once a clear green began to stain red as she stared up at the couple on the podium. Around her, people began to scurry, as if sensing something they could not see. But it was too late for them, even as the scorned woman laughed lightly.

“No, no, those are not evil acts. Do you want to see real evil, your highness?”

The man clung closer to the cowering woman attached to him, shifting them subtly so that he was shielding his own body with her frail one. Disgusting. Cowardly.

The scorned woman reached out a slender hand, almost as if she was beckoning. And then clenched it into a fist even as she hissed, “My climbing vine, do my bidding. Bind, subjugate.”

The man flinched, as did several others around the room.

And suddenly there was a deathly still. The man’s eyes went blank and his arms fell limply from his human shield.

“Prince Henry? Prince Henry?” The girl cried, shaking him lightly.

“End her.” The woman ordered almost boredly, and the man’s hands came up, not to embrace the girl, but to close around her porcelain neck. It didn’t take long from there, and the girl soon dangled lifelessly from his strangling grasp.

“Good good. Now come to me, my pawns.” All around her people moved from the frozen crowd, and the man on the podium stepped down with an expressionless face, no care to the body he had just left in a heap behind him. When she was surrounded by several expressionless men, the woman’s crimson lips quirked up in a grin. “We have some work to do.”

The group vanished in a flash of green, and the screen faded to black.

“Bad End: Control.”

“Aw man, I thought I had her that time.” Kate exclaimed as she sprawled back on the bed. I laughed.

“I don’t think you got enough evidence that time. You didn’t expose her trafficking ring, or her control powers, so the guards weren’t taking her seriously. Who’s gonna point a sword at someone who’s been ‘bullying’ another person.” I pointed out, turning over on the bed so that I was looking at the screen upside down. The title screen was now flashing across it, floridly telling us that it was ‘De-vine Lovers’.

Kate scowled. “I got all that in the last route, I guess I forgot to get it this time. Damnit, I just cleared Prince What’s his nuts, and he was the hardest one!”

“Prince Henry Claus Kensington, the thiiiiiiird.” I reminded her in a sing song. We both hated him. In the game he was a pretentious asshole who was obsessed with his fiance, the villain of the story.

“Like I said, what’s his nuts.” Kate said, waving her hand weakly. “God, who inflicts that sort of name on a kid, not once, but three fucking times? Ugh, make me feel better, Meg…” She whined, looking over at me.

I pretended to think deeply about it for a moment, but we both knew what answer she wanted. “Well,” I said slowly, “You could alway go after your best boy again.”

Kate immediately perked up, pretending as if the thought hadn’t even occurred to her. “Oooh,” She purred, “Mr. Shellford. I’d let him sweep me off my feet any day. He looks like he would be wild in bed.” We both looked at the place where the character in question was scowling at us from his corner of the screen.