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Villain City
Chapter 2: Welcome, Villain
The raven feather still lay at Ren's feet, its black edges gleaming as though soaked in midnight fire.
The enforcers didn't move. None dared to—not when his presence lingered in the air.
Ren bent down slowly, picking up the feather. It felt heavier than it should have, pulsing faintly in his hand, as if alive.
"What… is this?" Ren muttered.
The leader of the masked enforcers hissed under his breath.
"You don't touch it, kid! That's Lord Krow's mark—he's chosen you."
The words hit like lightning.
Ren's heart pounded. Chosen? By the same man who let this city rot under villain rule?
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High above, Lord Krow's shadow stretched over the rooftop, wings of black ravens swirling around him like a living storm. His voice cut through the night:
"Ren… a boy consumed by anger, yet daring to defy fear. This city destroys the weak, but you—" Krow's eyes glowed crimson, piercing into Ren's soul— "you carry the hunger I seek."
Ren's jaw tightened.
"I don't want your approval. I want revenge. I want justice."
Krow chuckled, a low, cruel sound that seemed to echo across every street.
"Justice? In Villain City, justice is nothing but a fairy tale. But revenge… oh, revenge thrives here."
The enforcers dropped to their knees, bowing their heads.
"Welcome, Villain," they chanted, their voices trembling.
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Ren's chest heaved. The word stung, yet awakened something inside him. Villain. Could he ever become one of them? Or was this just the beginning of a trap he couldn't escape?
The feather in his hand burned brighter, searing his palm. In an instant, visions flashed before his eyes: gangs kneeling, flames rising, blood on his fists, and himself standing on a throne of ruins.
Ren gasped, dropping the feather. His body shook, but not from fear—from possibility.
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Lord Krow's eyes narrowed with satisfaction.
"Yes… you've seen it too, haven't you? That is your path. Whether you embrace it or not, Villain City will carve you into what it needs."
Ren clenched his fists. His voice was hoarse but steady:
"If this city thinks it'll turn me into a monster… I'll destroy every villain here before that happens."
Krow's grin widened. "Then let us see, boy. Whether you become the light that flickers out… or the shadow that devours it all."
With a swirl of black feathers, his figure vanished into the night.
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Ren stood alone again, the neon lights buzzing weakly around him. But something had changed. The city had seen him. Marked him. And whether he liked it or not…
He was no longer just Ren.
He was the newest piece in Villain City's endless war.
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End of Chapter 2: Welcome, Villain
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Villain City
Chapter 2: Welcome, Villain
The raven feather still lay at Ren's feet, its black edges gleaming as though soaked in midnight fire.
The enforcers didn't move. None dared to—not when his presence lingered in the air.
Ren bent down slowly, picking up the feather. It felt heavier than it should have, pulsing faintly in his hand, as if alive.
"What… is this?" Ren muttered.
The leader of the masked enforcers hissed under his breath.
"You don't touch it, kid! That's Lord Krow's mark—he's chosen you."
The words hit like lightning.
Ren's heart pounded. Chosen? By the same man who let this city rot under villain rule?
High above, Lord Krow's shadow stretched over the rooftop, wings of black ravens swirling around him like a living storm. His voice cut through the night:
"Ren… a boy consumed by anger, yet daring to defy fear. This city destroys the weak, but you—" Krow's eyes glowed crimson, piercing into Ren's soul— "you carry the hunger I seek."
Ren's jaw tightened.
"I don't want your approval. I want revenge. I want justice."
Krow chuckled, a low, cruel sound that seemed to echo across every street.
"Justice? In Villain City, justice is nothing but a fairy tale. But revenge… oh, revenge thrives here."
The enforcers dropped to their knees, bowing their heads.
"Welcome, Villain," they chanted, their voices trembling.
Ren's chest heaved. The word stung, yet awakened something inside him. Villain. Could he ever become one of them? Or was this just the beginning of a trap he couldn't escape?
The feather in his hand burned brighter, searing his palm. In an instant, visions flashed before his eyes: gangs kneeling, flames rising, blood on his fists, and himself standing on a throne of ruins.
Ren gasped, dropping the feather. His body shook, but not from fear—from possibility.
Lord Krow's eyes narrowed with satisfaction.
"Yes… you've seen it too, haven't you? That is your path. Whether you embrace it or not, Villain City will carve you into what it needs."
Ren clenched his fists. His voice was hoarse but steady:
"If this city thinks it'll turn me into a monster… I'll destroy every villain here before that happens."
Krow's grin widened. "Then let us see, boy. Whether you become the light that flickers out… or the shadow that devours it all."
With a swirl of black feathers, his figure vanished into the night.
Ren stood alone again, the neon lights buzzing weakly around him. But something had changed. The city had seen him. Marked him. And whether he liked it or not…
He was no longer just Ren.
He was the newest piece in Villain City's endless war.
End of Chapter 2