Transmigrated as the Villain Between the Heroine and the Villainess

Selvara stood a few steps away from him.

Her face was flat, unreadable.

But her eyes carried weight like stones.

She breathed in once.

"Junior," she said quietly. "I just have some last questions."

Azrael tilted his head, sharp voice but teasing.

"Are you in some kind of depression or what?" he said with a half-smirk.

He only wanted to see her reaction. He knew she was wrestling with something heavy inside.

Selvara glared, the ice in her eyes flashing.

"Come on. Hear me out."

He shrugged and leaned back against the stall.

The smirk faded.

"I'm all yours," he replied, softer now.

Her ice-blue eyes locked on his.

There was no running from this.

"Junior… tell me. What do you think of me?"

Azrael blinked once.

"Well, that's a stupid question," he said bluntly.

Her lips tightened, her face twisting into anger.

"Just tell me."

He scratched his chin, let out a slow clench of teeth. Clench.

"You're not easy to define," he said at last. "But fine, I'll give it."

He looked at her, not mocking now, but serious.

"I like that you don't fake things. You don't crawl for approval, you don't hide behind cheap kindness. You stand as you are, and if someone can't handle that, you don't care. You're strong, not just with power, but with how you carry yourself. That… I respect."

He looked at her, really looked.

"I think you're Arrogant. Dangerous. Strong. You look at people like they're bugs under your boot. You're terrifying."

He saw her flinch, just a little.

"But…" he went on, his tone deeper, "you're not a puppet. You think for yourself. And sometimes, when you think no one is looking, you look… tired. Trapped. Like you're acting in a role you hate, but you don't know how to stop."

He paused, then added low, "You're a monster, Selvara. But so is everyone else in this world. You're just more honest about it."

Silence pressed between them. She lowered her voice.

"What if I turn evil?"

Azrael chuckled, but it wasn't a light sound. Pss.

"That's already a tricky one," he said.

She didn't blink.

"Let me rephrase," she said, sharp now, but her hands trembled inside her dress. "What if I'm not just evil… what if I'm real evil? Like a demon."

She waited for fear. For disgust. For hatred.

Azrael only exhaled, long and heavy. Gulp.

Inside, he already knew the truth. But he didn't show it.

"So what?" he said simply.

The bluntness threw her more than any insult could.

"The world is full of monsters," Azrael said, voice low but hard. "Some just hide it better behind noble names and pretty masks. I don't care what you call yourself. Demon, angel, human it's all noise. What matters is where you point your sword. If it's at my enemies, you're my ally. If it's at my throat, you're my target."

Her lips parted, then closed again.

Her eyes shook between rage and relief.

"You make it sound so simple," she whispered.

"It is simple," Azrael said. "People love black and white. Hero, villain, demon, angel. I don't buy it. Stand against me and I'll fight. Stand with me and I'll trust. That's all."

She stared at him for a long time.

Her fists, clenched tight, slowly loosened. Clench… hiss… release.

"You're reckless," she muttered. "But maybe that's why people can follow you."

Azrael let out a short laugh.

"Follow me? That's rich. I can barely carry myself half the time."

Her face softened. For a fleeting moment, she wasn't the Ice Witch, the spy, the girl with a mission. She was just Selvara.

"Junior," she said softly. "You never lie, huh?"

"I lie all the time," he said with a small smirk. "I just don't waste lies on people that matter."

She took that in.

The silence stretched between them, heavy but not cruel.

Finally, Selvara nodded to herself.

"I guess I got my answers," she said. "And someone else is waiting for you. I should just go and leave you alone."

Azrael frowned. "What?"

She turned, scanning the shadows near the corner of the festival.

"I sensed an aura when we were talking. Something familiar. It's close. That being will show up soon for you." She gave him a side glance. "She looks more depressed than I do, lol. And yeah… don't fall for her trap again. If you do, I might just turn into that evil we talked about."

Azrael stood quickly. "Who are you talking about?"

She gave him a small, sad smile.

"Doesn't matter," she said. "You'll find out soon enough."

She walked away, her steps fading into the music of the festival.

Drip… drip… until only silence remained.

Azrael sat down again, jaw tight.

He hated being left with no answers.

Minutes passed.

Then a new voice broke the quiet.

"Azrael."

He turned. Seraphina stood a few feet away.

Her arms wrapped around herself as if the night was too cold.

Her amber eyes weren't burning with anger. They were heavy, full of something unspoken.

Azrael's tone was flat. "What do you want?"

"I…" she started, then stopped. She breathed in, steadying herself. "I don't understand you."

She stepped closer. Her voice shook.

"I know you hated me. And I hated you. But then… you saved me not just once. And in the village… you were a hero. You stood up for that boy when no one else did."

Her hands tightened at her sides. Clench.

"But then, in the classroom, you were cruel. You said those things to me. It was like the old you was back. Worse. Sharper. It cut."

She looked straight at him, eyes pleading.

"I can't figure you out. One moment you act like someone I'm afraid of. The next, you show a side that makes me want to trust you. Then again you do something to push me away. It keeps going, like a cycle."

Her voice lowered.

"Are you doing this on purpose? Tell me. Are you trying to break me?"

Azrael leaned forward, his violet eyes narrowing.

He gave a short, sharp hiss between his teeth. Hiss.

"You think I waste my time plotting how to break you?" His tone cut like a blade.

Seraphina froze, but he kept going.

"I don't care enough to play games with your feelings. You're not that important to me."

Her breath hitched. She looked like she wanted to argue, but nothing came.

Azrael's voice stayed cold, every word steady.

"I speak when I want to. I fight when I have to. If you can't handle that, then stay out of my way. Don't put the blame on me because you can't decide what I am to you."

He leaned back, crossing his arms.

"You asked if I'm doing this to break you. No. But if you break, that's your own problem."

The words hit harder than any weapon.

Seraphina stood still, her amber eyes wide, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak but couldn't.