When I Became The Villainess (lesbian Novella)

I slowly closed my latest read, a book I found at a used book store, titled The Saints of Avolon and the War of Hearts. It followed a poor female protagonist who was as radiant as the sun and full of holy power, her love interest was the son of light, a royal child brought up by the temple... Truly a love story for the ages, however... I clicked my tongue in dissatisfaction with the whole thing. Evil things done by holy men are considered holy, and the kindest act done by one viewed as evil, is nothing but. I tossed the book onto my bed, the description of NiaLaneen beaten and bloody on the ground because of heresy, revenge and misguided love made my blood boil with anger.

Maybe because i understand her plites. I looked around my bedroom, the destitute position I’ve been forced into by those I thought loved me. Only to have everything taken with smiles on their faces. I cried when Nia wept bloody tears from her crimson eyes. Her dispare echoed through me. And when she died, never once seeing justice for the abuse and torment she suffered, or for the lives of her loved ones that were ripped from her. I screamed out, begging that the author would see reason! Yes, she was guilty, yes she did bad things... But where was the reason for the pain!? Her only crime as a child was being born, and that was enough for them to target everything she ever knew!

I rubbed my face, laminating my similarities to her. I too am a bastard, i too was discarded and tricked out of my inheritance... I only wish I had her power, I’d use it wisely. I wouldn’t run to a man in hopes he’d save me simply because he claimed he would. I wouldn’t seek teenage vengeance for a failed romance... I’d fight. The war of hearts would be one of blood for the lives taken by those supposed holy people. This wasn’t a war of good and evil, it was a war of humans and magic... And if i had her power, I’d change the ending. I’d wage war not for heartbreak, but for the heart of my people who were systematically slaughtered for their blood and bones.

Stripping, i walked to the restroom to take a shower, my mind aflame of war and disappointment. The hot water soaked my hair and warmed my skin as I bathed. My body felt so sore from my workout yesterday. My muscles flexed under the spray of water, the beautiful definition was proof of years of hard work and determination. I guess that’s the difference between Nia and I, she was never determined enough to change herself or the world when she definitely could have. I don’t have the ability to change the world, i can only change myself. And it took a lot of self reflection to become someone i could be proud of.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, relaxing for a moment. But that moment lasted much shorter than it should as my eyes snapped open. The bathroom shook, no not just the bathroom. The entire building trembled, causing the lights to flicker. I quickly turned off the water and jumped out, ready to run and grab clothes. But the shaking intensified, knocking me off my feet. A terrifying sound of crunching metal, bursting pipes, falling rubble and screams echoed around me. Cracks climbed up my walls and chunks of drywall fell.

No! I have to save-

...everyone...

“Is that your desire, Child?” A beautiful voice spoke softly to me. My desire? The one behind that voice could definitely be my desire.

“....”

“Are you capable?” Huh?

“.... Who?” I stood in a vast forest of magnolias, each tree bloomed different vibrantly colored flowers. Filling the air with a sweet scent. Where am I and how’d I get here? That same, stunning voice, now full of curiosity reached my ears from all around me. As if it were coming from the trees themselves.

“If given the opportunity to change fate, would you? Could you heal a broken world and be it’s salvation even of it ment the destruction of yourself?” The voice asked. I smiled and took a step forward, plucking a flower from a nearby tree. It was red with streaks of gold through it.

“Why not? If i have the power to do so, why would i sit still? I’ve never been good at that.” A warm melodic laugh floated around me.

“Then so be it, my child. Go, and I will be with you.”

“What’s your me?”

“You may call me Lady Magnolia, the one who toys with fate.” Her laugh grew in seduction and joy. Filling my soul with wonder. “Don’t forget that I will be with you, Brianna of Earth.” Her swert laughter faded.

I woke from the strange dream, a piercing pain shot through my head like lightning. I winced, trying to shield myself from the pain within. I tried to open my eyes against the glare of the bright light, but was immediately blinded. I moved my hands to block the rays of light, but they wouldn’t move.

“Ahh, so the forest rat has finally woke. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.” The rough mocking voice of a man jolted me awake. I was sitting in a.. A cart? It was creaking as we moved slowly across a dirt road. One muscular guy was guiding horses... Horses? I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to a horse. I then glanced at the guy who was mocking me... What a weired dream. He was dressed in tattered clothes, yet looked healthy. He had a wide, gleeful smile as he watched me. I looked around, there were trees as big as redwoods, yet not redwoods. Large birds sang happily in the trees, obviously to the cart passing beneath them. And when i looked down, i noticed how small my own body seemed. Thin, under fed. Another child was laying on her side. Her light bown skin glowed softly in the glaring light from above. Golden hair tainted with blood, covered her face. She too was small and dressed in rags. I then looked back at the filthy person in front of me. I didn’t speak, i simply watched him.

This caused his smile to fade. “Huh, not afraid? You should be. We’re gonna take you and the little street rat for some good money. Both you pretty little things ought to fetch a pretty coin or two.” I closed my eyes, ignoring him as i tried to remember what happened... What did happen? I was in the shower when... When... Oh god... No, that’s not possible. I- I’m still alive!

“Maybe we ought to take ’em to the brothel, we’d earn more money.” The driver spoke with malicious, i gritted my teeth. Be calm, Bree, just be calm. The cart stopped as the guys paused for a piss break.

I took several deep breath as they joked and edged each other on. I tested the ropes binding my wrist behind my back. Something feels weird in ny body, why am I so small? Why does my mind feel weird. Each inhale carried something sweet into my brain. I tried to follow the taste, but found myself in a dark void within myself. Even though it was dark, it was warm.

“Please, I’m scared.” I opened my eyes and looked directly at the speaker. It was the girl, golden eyes watched me with fear. “demon” She whispered, tears filling her eyes. Demon?

“Why call me that?” I asked, my voice was deep, even for a body so small. It was like heavy smoke against asphalt. Fluid and seductive. Her eyes widened as we watched each other. She looked familiar. Golden hair and eyes, brown skin... A soft glow of something radiated around her... None of those features are normal. It’s like something from a book... Persia, the saintess from the book.

“Your eyes are red, like blood.” She whispered, trembling. Blood red, like NiaLaneen? I closed my eyes as i thought about this. Okay, so clearly I’ve died and this is the last moments of my life giving me peace. Or the more likely scenario is I’m in a coma. Oh cool! Does that mean I can play this out in fantasy mode until my insurance runs out and they unplug me from life support? Ha, that’s not so bad a thought.

“I’m the demon you say... And yet I’m not the one that tied you up and is contemplating sealing you into a hore house.” I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her face was bruised, her eyes red from crying. “I may look different, but the real monsters ware skin just like you, don’t they? Don’t blame my people for the evilness of your own.” oooo that felt good. Best i get the female lead to start thinking better about life while she’s young. I know it won’t change anything, but still.

She looked down, scruntching her eyebrows.

“Why are you here?” Her soft voice asked. I looked up to the sky as a dark smile graced my lips.

“I guess to start a great story. A better one then the gods could envision.” If I am Nia, then I have Nia’s abilities. I won’t waste a single moment, i can change myself... And by the will of the coma gods, I’ll change this god damned world!

My eyes snapped open as fire erupted around me, burning the ropes to ash. Fuck yeah! The girl screamed in fear. I jumped up and grabbed her, pulling us off of the burning cart. I fell onto my back, shielding her from the fall. She landed on top of me, knocking the air from my lungs.

“Ow.” i hissed, pushing her off of me.

“You almost killed me!” She yelled. I covered her mouth with my hand.

“Do you want to become a hore slave?” She quickly shook her head. “Then how about you stop screaming and start running, dummy.” I undid her ropes and ran. I’m not worried about her, she’s the female lead, soon a knight will find and rescue her. Me, they hunt for being a demon. The less those monsters know about my existence, the better.