Becoming The Villain Is My Dream-Chapter 51: The Weight Of Departure

"Master, we are back home," Mikasa said softly as she and Alex stepped into the main room. Damon stood by the wide arched window, bathed in the fading glow of dusk. His expression was sharp, his presence tense, as though he had been waiting for them for hours.

The moment he heard Mikasa’s voice, he turned abruptly, his cloak sweeping behind him. "Where did you go to?" he demanded, his tone deep and edged with unease.

Alex, unbothered, met his gaze. "To see Atticus."

Damon’s frown deepened. "To see Atticus? What for?"

Alex’s jaw clenched. "To settle scores with Lucien," he replied coldly. "That bastard was behind the massacre at my school. He killed everyone I knew — my friends, my teachers. That’s something I can never forgive."

Damon’s eyes narrowed. "And so you decided to take the law into your own hands? To kill him yourself?"

Alex crossed his arms. "What? Are you disappointed in me, Master?" His voice was sharp, defiant. "I figured none of you would do anything about it, so I did." He scoffed and turned his head away.

Damon pressed his hand against the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. "Did anyone tell him about his new power?" he asked, his voice quieter now, directed at Mikasa.

"No, Master," she replied quickly.

"Good," Damon said, exhaling with relief. "We don’t need unnecessary trouble."

Alex raised an eyebrow, confused and slightly irritated. "Why are you so worried? I’m fine. I can handle myself." There was a flash of pride in his tone, a dangerous confidence that didn’t sit well with Damon.

"It’s not about being fine, Alex," Damon replied, his tone calm but firm. "We don’t understand how your power works — whether it takes something from you, whether it turns on you, or what the consequences are if you lose control. That’s why I’m worried."

Alex’s eyes hardened. "There’s time for me to learn everything. You don’t have to be worried about me."

But deep down, Alex knew Damon wasn’t wrong. His new power — the mysterious strength that surged within him — was still a mystery, even to himself. Sometimes, he could feel something inside him stir, something violent and uncontrollable. He remembered the night when his hands had been drenched in blood — Lilith’s blood, and that of the servants. He hadn’t been himself. And yet... he hadn’t felt remorse either. Just emptiness.

"There’s no more time to waste," Damon suddenly said and threw a thick, worn-out book at Alex. He caught it with ease.

Alex looked down at it, his brows furrowed. "What is this?"

"It’s a record of bloodlines," Damon replied. "Different types, their origins, and how they manifest. Study it. But not now." He paused, his voice heavy. "You’ll be leaving this place soon. I’ve already made the preparations."

Alex blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean, leaving? Why?"

"You’ll go far away from here," Damon said. "To the city. A new life, a new start."

Alex’s expression hardened. "Why? Do you find me annoying? Or is there some other problem?"

Damon met his gaze with quiet sorrow. "I can no longer control you," he said finally. "You’ve grown too powerful, and I’m not your equal anymore. If you lose control again, if your bloodlust returns... I won’t be able to stop you. I’d rather live alone than risk another massacre."

"Master—" Mikasa started, her voice trembling, but Damon shot her a look that silenced her instantly.

"I’ve already made the arrangements," he continued. "A place to stay, an application for your studies in one of the schools there. I want you to live a normal life, Alex. Away from this."

Alex stared at him, his chest tightening. "Why? I never said I wanted to go anywhere!" he snapped and turned to leave.

"Your stay here will get us killed!" Damon’s voice rang out like thunder, freezing Alex in place.

Alex turned back, his expression pale. "What... did you just say?"

"That’s the truth," Damon said, his voice low and grave. "If you stay, everyone here will die. Because of you."

Alex stood silent for a long time. The words struck him harder than any blade could. ’He’s right... I’ve brought nothing but chaos since I arrived. I can’t blame him.’ He sighed quietly. ’After all, I was the one who hated him for years.’

Finally, he said in a low voice, "It seems I’ve become the monster everyone wants to avoid. Fine. I’ll leave. Just as you wish." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Damon didn’t respond. His silence was an answer in itself.

"Get his things ready," Damon said finally, turning to Mikasa. "And prepare the driver."

Mikasa nodded reluctantly and left the room.

Alex lingered, staring at Damon. There was something uneasy in his uncle’s eyes — something he wasn’t saying. But Alex didn’t ask. Some truths were better left unspoken.

When Mikasa returned with his bag, Alex took it without a word. He walked out quietly, not looking back once.

As the door closed, Damon pressed a trembling hand to his chest. The pain there was sharp and deep, like fire burning through his heart.

"Master, what’s happening?" Mikasa asked as she rushed to his side. She had never seen her master like this — pale, sweating, barely able to stand.

"Mikasa," he said weakly, "you must leave. Now."

"What? No! You haven’t told me what’s wrong. I’m not leaving you!"

"Go," Damon said, his tone firm despite his pain. "Go now, and never come back. You’re young — you still have a future. Live it."

"But Master—" she began, but he pushed her away.

"I said leave!" he roared, the veins on his forehead bulging.

Mikasa froze. She had never seen him this furious. Fear clawed at her chest, but before she could say another word, the ceiling above them exploded open.

A dozen figures dropped down, cloaked in white, their boots striking the marble floor with a heavy thud. The room filled with a blinding holy aura, suffocating and sharp. Each of them carried golden swords that shimmered with divine energy.

Their leader stepped forward. His cloak bore the golden insignia of a church, while the others had red and blue symbols painted on their backs. His eyes burned with cold righteousness.

"Where is he?" the man demanded.

Damon stood tall, masking his fear. "Who are you talking about?"

"The one who awakened the bloodline," the man said. "Tell us where he is... or watch everyone here die."

Damon didn’t flinch. "I don’t know who you’re talking about. Go ahead — kill us all."

The man’s aura pulsed violently. Even so, Damon’s expression didn’t waver. ’These men... they’re from the Church. Their power... holy, divine, merciless. If they find Alex, they’ll torture him to death.’

"Master!" Mikasa cried, rushing to his side. "If you die, I’ll die too!" She gripped his trembling hand tightly.

Damon closed his eyes, then opened them again with a faint glow. He spoke to her telepathically, his voice echoing in her mind.

’Listen to me carefully, Mikasa. You must find Alex. Tell him what’s happened here. He’ll try to come back — I know he will — but you must stop him. If he returns, he’ll die.’

’Master, no! I can’t leave you! I don’t want you to die!’

The Church leader’s voice thundered across the hall. "Enough of this! Speak now, or I’ll kill the girl first!" He raised his sword, the holy blade humming with radiant energy.

"Please," Damon said quickly, "don’t hurt her. She knows nothing about this."

"Then tell us where he is," the man replied coldly.

’Master, please! Let’s tell them where Alex is!’ Mikasa begged silently, tears running down her cheeks.

’I forbid it!’ Damon snapped through their link. ’You must leave — now!’

Before the soldiers could move, Damon lunged forward, his sword flashing with a surge of dark energy. But the holy men were faster. Their golden swords slashed through the air, tearing his body apart in a single instant.

"Master!" Mikasa screamed, her voice cracking as she fell to her knees beside his lifeless remains.

The leader turned toward her, his expression devoid of mercy. "You know where he is," he said calmly. "Tell us, and you’ll live."

Mikasa looked up, her eyes red with fury and grief. Her heart ached at the sight of Damon’s severed body. He had been everything to her — her savior, her family, her reason to live. She remembered the day he saved her from her own family, who had tried to kill her for being half-demon. From that day on, she swore to serve him with everything she had.

Now, he was gone.

And the one who caused all this — Alex — was out there, alive.

Her grief twisted into bitterness. ’He deserves to die,’ she thought coldly. ’Because of him, Master is gone.’

"I don’t know anyone," she said finally, her voice hollow. "Kill me too."

The man’s eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he gave a simple nod.

A blade of light pierced through her chest.

As her body fell beside Damon’s, the leader raised his sword toward the ceiling and traced the sign of the cross. "We do this for the Church, not for our own gain," he intoned solemnly.

His soldiers echoed his chant. "Let our sacrifice be accepted. Let our sins be cleansed."

A blinding light filled the room, and the blood that had soaked the floor began to rise, dissolving into the glow until every trace of it was gone.

When the light faded, only silence remained — and the faint scent of smoke.

"Let us go," the leader said.

And like spirits, they ascended through the shattered ceiling and vanished into the night.