Reborn as the Fated Villain

The sun gracefully dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of another day. Stores closed their doors and activated inexpensive magical alarm artifacts. The more affluent shops even had faint magical shields appear around their doors and windows. Meanwhile, stall owners packed up their belongings onto wooden carts and began their journey home.

Although many shops and stalls closed for the day, taverns and brothels opened to prepare for the long night. A black carriage rumbled along a particularly popular road in the commoner district in the city's eastern wing.

Despite the chill of the January night, the ladies on the street in revealing clothes stopped and stared at the bizarre sight. Compared to a normal wooden carriage, this one was made of metal, and there was not a horse in sight.

As it moved through the street, it left a trail of water in its wake, causing the frosty ground to become a swamp of mud. A few drunks emerged from a tavern and slipped on the muddy ground, cursing the carriage owner's mother as they fell.

The brothel workers shouted at the carriage with sweet words while the drunks' hurled curses, yet the people inside paid no attention to the outside world.

The carriage moved with decent speed down the dimly lit road, causing some people to jump to the side before they got hit. "Fuck your mother!" one drunk youth screamed as he ate a face full of mud. The carriage answered by covering him in freezing cold water as it drove past.

The youth couldn't stand this treatment. Despite being drenched from head to toe, he stood up and tossed a nearby rock at the carriage. Everyone's eyes widened in shock as they watched the rock sail through the air.

Sure, they were all angry at the treatment, but someone who could afford such an unfathomable carriage would be a high noble, royalty, or A-grade mage. In this dog-eat-dog world, nobody dared to offend the strong. Laws only applied to normal people like them; if an A-grade mage murdered them on a whim, who would stand up for them? Who could bring their dead soul justice?

Just before the rock hit the carriage, it appeared to bounce off an invisible wall enveloping the carriage. The youth's eyes widened in shock. The carriage was a magic item enchanted with a shield?

Suddenly, the rock changed trajectory toward him. The drunk youth sobered up instantly and dived to the side. "What the fuck? Since when could shields throw rocks at people?" The youth cursed.

Despite the fact the youth dived to the side, clear of the rock's trajectory, the rock suddenly changed course again and honed onto his head. He managed to feel the danger of death looming over him and covered his face. Both the youth's arms broke upon contact with the rock that had some mystical force controlling it.

He howled out in pain as he tried to move his two useless arms that were shattered and mangled messes. Despite the horrifying howls of the youth, the carriage didn't slow down and continued its journey.

The residents shouted to each other, "Don't attack the carriage! Let it pass!" They all believed the owner of the carriage had let the youth off with a mere slap on the wrist. If he could not afford the treatment, he would remain a cripple for life, but at least he was still alive. So what if he was made to eat mud and was drenched in cold water? That was just his fault for standing in the way. Nobody could find fault in the carriage owner. The strong were always right in this world.

Damien let out a slight smirk in the carriage, and Fay gave him a weird glance. "I know that face. You did something bad, right, Master?" Damien just gave out a light chuckle and didn't reply. Fay shrugged and looked out the window at the dark streets and laughed as she watched people scrambling to surround the carriage and shout for her master's attention.

She sneered in her heart. Stupid humans, thinking they can get my Master's attention.

Fay halted her train of thought, feeling stunned. Since when had she begun to view them as 'humans' instead of merely other people? It was strange, yet it felt so right?

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Although Fay was rather embarrassed by her thoughts, she decided to discuss them with Damien. "Master…can I ask you something?"

Damien opened his eyes, his body subconsciously frowning from being woken up from his rest, but he nodded to her.

"I have been noticing changes recently… I see humans as livestock or lesser beings to me."

Damien raised a brow. "When did you notice these changes?"

Fay shifted around in her seat. "Uhm, ever since you dominated Imryll…"

Damien heard Walter cough but paid him no attention. "Hmm, my Blood magic did increase to D-grade, but I never tried to control you with it. Do you feel obligated to follow my orders?" he asked calmly.

Fay shook her head. "I don't, but I like following you now? It's hard to explain."

Damien leaned back into his seat and contemplated deeply. Only the sound of water rushing through pipes, the turning of the wheels, and the distant shouts from outside could be heard at this moment.

"Would you say you understand how I see the world?"

Fay seemed confused at first, but after thinking in silence for a moment, she slowly nodded.

"I feel like I can understand you at a deeper level recently. Before I knew, you acted certain ways and accepted it and you being you. But now I actually understand it rather than just empathize with it. I feel disgusted toward other races. Before, I dreamed of having a prince charming coming to save me and living happily ever after with a family. But just the idea of having sex with a human…my body just rejects the idea, as if I would be fucking a pig."

Fay let out a deep sigh. She felt a mess mentally. The fact she was comparing humans to simple pigs was disturbing, and she didn't know how to feel about it. Is this why Master never laid hands on me? Does he see me as a pig, too? she sadly thought.

Damien nodded and then said, "But you don't feel an urge for blood, right?"

Fay responded while licking her lips. "No, but I can smell it. I can tell who are virgins from the smell of their blood alone now…but no, I don't feel an urge to drink blood. Normal food still seems the best for me. Wait—am I becoming a vampire?"

Damien tilted his head. "No. Becoming a vampire is impossible. We have different biology from humans. Although we look similar, on the inside, we have completely different organs and digestive systems. I suspect you are becoming a blood queen."

Fay tried to think of the name but came up blank. "What's a blood queen?"

Damien crossed his arms and looked out the window as he explained, "A normal vampire can bear children with another vampire, but it's different for the noble vampires such as myself. Noble vampires are the evolved version of normal vampires. Due to this evolution, our genes are too different from normal vampires, and they can no longer bear our children."

Damien then showed a disgusted face in the reflection of the window. "The noble vampire's solution to this was inbreeding amongst themselves. I personally have no interest in fucking my little sister Vanity, so I decided not to go down that route."

Fay was also a bit disgusted. Vampires were monsters at the end of the day. They lacked the social standards that humans had developed. Damien sure was different compared to the rest of his race.

"But there is another solution. It's just one that the noble vampires refuse to do," Damien continued. "Vampires kidnap humans and use them as 'blood slaves.' They corrupt their minds, so they obey their orders, and they use them as a portable food source and sex slaves. The memories of these acts committed by my kind plague my mind daily."

Fay shuddered. She realized Damien had done this to her a few weeks ago. She remembered being under the control of Blood magic and having her mind become hazy.

"However, if a noble vampire doesn't use his Blood magic to control the blood slave's mind, then the Blood affinity mana enters the person's bloodstream with no purpose."

Fay tilted her head. "So your blood mana has been circulating around my body this whole time? Why doesn't it destroy me?"

"Because your body doesn't see my mana as invasive and, therefore, doesn't fight against it."

Fay hummed in thought. She didn't reject his mana?

Damien turned to face her, "Sometimes the body reacts faster than the mind. Your body has been absorbing my Blood affinity instead of destroying it. By doing this, my mana is slowly changing you into the perfect partner for me. You will never become a full vampire because I need you to produce blood for me to drink, but you will gain the mentality and strength of a vampire. In fact, your talent with Blood magic will also increase. That is what a blood queen is. A human evolved to serve a noble vampire."

Fay was stunned. How was she supposed to react to this information? Perfect partner? Becoming part vampire?

"Was this your plan all along?" Fay couldn't help but ask.

Damien firmly replied, "No, and neither will I force you. I simply used you as a blood slave but stopped mind-controlling you because I felt I should trust you instead. It was your own body that decided to use my Blood affinity mana to begin the transformation. I had no input in the matter."

The car went silent for a while. Damien closed his eyes and slept while Fay looked out the window at the dimly lit, muddy streets. Her heart was beating wildly, and her mind was a mess. She needed a drink…

Walter's nervous voice broke the two out of their little worlds. "Young Master, we have arrived at the blacksmith."