Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 331  Future That Past Rejected.

'Hmm?' A castle floated high above Lumina, its pale stone walls glowing under the sun's golden light.

Towers spiraled into the sky, their pointed blue slate roofs cutting against the clouds.

Delicate bridges wove through the structure, connecting different wings like veins in a living thing.

Glass domes gleamed like scattered gemstones.

Waterfalls spilled from the castle's edges, tumbling into mist before they could reach the ground.

The landscape below mirrored the castle's beauty—rolling emerald grass, wildflowers, and a crystal-clear lake that reflected the endless sky.

'Another dream?' 'She' wondered.

Her perspective shifted.

Everything around her grew larger—no, she had grown smaller.

She was no longer herself.

She saw through someone else's eyes.

A little girl knelt by the lake's edge, her reflection rippling in the water.

Chubby cheeks framed a face full of innocence, and long, wavy blue hair was tied in a ponytail.

Bright purple eyes stared back at her.

The girl smiled.

She cupped the cool water in her hands, then stood up, giggling.

Spinning on her heels, she sprinted toward the towering oak tree nearby.

Beneath its shade, a man lay sprawled against the trunk, fast asleep.

"Wake up, Uncle!"

She tossed the water at the sleeping man.

"Argh."

The man jolted upright, sputtering.

Greyish-gold eyes snapped open, locking onto the culprit.

Annoyance flickered across his face—then melted as soon as he heard her giggles.

Water dripped from his jet-black hair onto his rumpled coat.

"You're a menace, Avilea," he grumbled as he wiped his face with a sleeve.

Avilea bounced on her toes, clutching the hem of her dress. "You promised to play with me, so stop sleeping!"

He let out a long-suffering sigh. "Let me rest at least. Taking care of all your siblings is exhausting."

"Liar," Avilea huffed, crossing her arms. "Mama takes care of them."

He snorted under his breath. "Like hell they do. Your mamas are too busy fighting over your father's attention."

"No!" Avilea exclaimed, shaking her head. "All my mamas are good! Don't talk bad about them."

A quiet pause.

The man studied her for a moment, amused.

Who taught her that?

Probably Christina. Shaking his head, he ruffled Avilea's hair.

She pouted, then quickly brightened. "So are we playing now?"

The man smiled.

"No."

Her face fell instantly, eyes going glossy with unshed tears.

"Why are you being mean?"

The man let out a tired sigh as he rubbed his face. "...Fine, you win. What do you want?"

Avilea's expression lit up like the sun. She grabbed his hand.

"Tell me something good about Mama and Papa!"

He chuckled. "Which mama?"

Avilea leaned in close, glancing around as if checking for spies.

Then, in a whisper, she said, "Big Mama."

She clapped her hands over her mouth immediately, eyes darting around in panic.

A breath of relief escaped her.

"I'm safe," she muttered, dramatically wiping away nonexistent sweat.

He grinned. "Were you punished for calling her that?"

"Mama doesn't like it," Avilea mumbled, nodding her head slightly. "I got punished for calling her 'Big-Breasted Mama' too."

He almost choked on his breath. "Just... call them by their names."

"Mama says that's bad manners." She shook her head. "Anyway, tell me about Papa!"

He hummed in thought. "There's a lot to say about your father."

"Like?"

"He was a lady magnet."

Avilea nodded like a sage. "I can tell. I have too many mamas."

The man chuckled. "He was also a great ruler. Your father led the elves for a long time—alongside your elf mama."

Avilea blinked, doubtful.

"Really? Elf Mama?"

He tilted his head in confusion. "Why such a reaction?"

"Well..." Avilea hesitated. "Can Elf Mama really be a good ruler?"

She pursed her lips. "She's more of a baby than me."

A coughing fit overtook him. "She—she can't be that bad."

Avilea shook her head fiercely. "She's way clingier than me! Papa has to carry her just so she can sleep properly."

The man's mouth twitched. "That's not—"

"She kicked me out of Papa's bed just so she could sleep with him alone!" Avilea stomped a foot. "Every night!"

He just laughed, unable to respond.

But inwardly, he was weirded out.

Who in their right mind snatches father-daughter bonding time? "All his wives are batshit crazy," he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Avilea tugged at his sleeve. "Uncle! Tell me about the wedding!"

He raised a brow. "Which wedding?"

"The Asuras wedding," Avilea replied, her voice filled with excitement.

He frowned. "How do you know?"

Avilea grinned. "I found a special diary, it has a lot of things."

He looked at her weirdly. "Whose belongings did you steal—"

"Tell me about the wedding!" Avilea whined, tugging his hand.

He sighed, scooping her up.

"I wasn't with your father at the time, so I don't know much. But from what I do know, your father was pretty amazing."

Avilea's eyes sparkled. "How?"

He adjusted his grip on her.

"At the time, one of your mothers was in a... peculiar condition."

She tilted her head. "What kind of condition?"

"She was dying," he said simply.

Avilea's expression darkened. "Really?"

"Yeah. And the only way to save her was to get an artifact."

She nodded eagerly, already guessing which mother he meant.

"But there was a problem," he continued. "The same artifact was also desired by five other Demigods."

The scenery around them changed.

The place had now turned into a garden far away from the lake.

Avilea gasped. "What happened then? Did Papa win?"

The man smirked. "Of course he did! Not only did he make fools out of five Demigods, but he also killed immortals just to save your mother."

Avilea giggled. "Is that why Mama is always jealous of her?"

He shrugged. "Don't ask me. They used to be best friends before they became rivals."

A sudden cry brought their attention towards the stroller under the shade of a tree.

He quickly walked towards it as the cry became louder.

"Who left them alone?" he mumbled, placing Avilea down.

Without hesitation, he picked up the crying child.

Avilea peered into the stroller.

Two more babies slept peacefully inside, their tiny horns barely visible under protective wraps to not harm each other.

"They didn't wake up," she reported as he coaxed the infant. "Ah, which one of the triplets is he?"

"Don't bother," he replied, gently shaking the child. "I stopped trying to remember the names after his tenth child."

Avilea giggled softly as she poked the sleeping child's cheek.

"Anyway, where is Se—"

"I took her."

A deep voice rumbled behind them.

Avilea stiffened.

She knew that voice.

"Papa!"

She turned around—

And the world shattered.

'Huh?'

The world around 'her' shifted violently.

One moment, she had been seeing through Avilea's eyes—now she was somewhere else entirely.

A place she did not belong.

Her head turned, scanning her surroundings.

"..."

All 'she' saw was destruction and mayhem.

Buildings broken and burned.

A place that once was filled with happiness now had an eerie atmosphere.

Bodies littered the streets—some burned beyond recognition, others still clutching weapons as if they had died mid-battle.

The wind carried the scent of ash and blood, heavy and suffocating.

....No.

'She' felt a sharp pain in her chest.

This place—she knew it.

Memories of her being here flashed through her mind.

The Orth Kingdom of Asura.

In the distance, a grand church burned, its doors torn from their hinges.

Inside, figures sprawled before the altar, blood pooling around them.

She forced herself to look away—

And froze.

A towering pile of bodies stood before her.

Her stomach twisted violently.

'She' slowly walked towards it.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed something.

....Children.

The pile of bodies also had children in it.

As she moved, her trembling gaze landed on a man sitting at the top of the bodies.

Even from afar, his long purple hair was clear.

With his back towards her.

He held a body in his arms, clutching it close to his chest.

Blue flames licked at his skin, burning him, consuming him—

Yet, he didn't care.

She knew the girl in his arms.

And she didn't want to believe it was her.

"..."

As if sensing her presence,

He turned around.

'No, no.'

"Himmel?"

'She' whispered.

Her breath started to turn shallow.

Even though he looked a lot different.

....She could recognize him.

His blue eyes met her trembling embers.

"Himmel?"

'She' whispered.

Tears trickled down her cheeks.

His eyes...

....He was dead from the inside.

Himmel—no, it couldn't be him.

But those blue eyes, empty and hollow, were his.

She took a shaky step forward.

Her voice barely came out.

"Himmel…"

He stared at her, unblinking.

No recognition.

No warmth.

Just a hollow shell of the man she once knew.

Her knees felt weak.

What happened to him?

Her eyes darted to the bodies around him.

Too many.

Too many innocent lives lost.

A sob built in her throat, but she swallowed it down.

She had to move.

She had to reach him.

Another step forward.

Then—

The body in his hand vanished.

He stood up.

His full height casting an imposing shadow over the ruins.

Two massive black wings unfurled from his back, stretching wide.

He descended effortlessly, landing before her.

She couldn't move.

She couldn't breathe.

As he walked past her, she caught a flicker of something in his eyes.

Something fleeting.

Something painfully familiar.

Even for just a moment—

She saw the Himmel she once knew.

"I did what you asked me."

'She' flinched at the familiar yet cold voice.

Her body slowly turned around.

Himmel stood in front of someone.

An extremely beautiful woman.

Gray eyes as lifeless as his, platinum hair flowing behind her.

"I killed every Asura."

His voice, even for a fleeting moment, turned strained.

"....Even Epione."

Esmeray's lips curled into a slow, chilling smile.

She raised a hand, gently cupping his face.

"You've made me proud."

"..."

'She' felt her body go light.

What is happening?

She wasn't sure.

Her mind screamed for answers, but none came.

The boy's gaze turned towards Esmeray's side.

"What is she doing here?" He asked, his voice flat.

'She' also turned to look at who he meant.

A stunning high elf stood gracefully.

Her long, cascading hair was a blend of golden blonde.

Golden-blonde hair tumbling in waves over her shoulders.

Eyes—green, yet eerily unreadable.

Nerissa looked blankly at him.

"I will leave you two alone."

Esmeray said as she vanished from her place.

He looked at Nerissa, his tone oddly soft. "What do you want?"

Nerissa lowered her head, biting down on her lower lip till it bled.

She slowly lowered her—.

"Huh?"

The world for her shifted—no, it turned dark.

Then—

A voice.

Low.

Amused.

And terrifying.

"And who might you be?"

A chill ran through 'her' as she heard the voice.

Her body turned.

Esmeray stood in front of her.

"You aren't from this world—."

The scene around 'her' began to blur.

Everything faded.

'She' felt herself being pulled away.

The world shifted again.

'She' opened her eyes.

Her sweaty body abruptly jerked back up.

'She' choked on her own breath.

It took her a while to calm down.

Her gaze landed on the mirror in front of her.

Her black hair with a pink undertone was drenched with sweat, sticking close to her face.

Her ember eyes clearly had lingering fear in them.

"....What did I just see?"

Zenith mumbled to herself.

******

"Haaah."

Himmel gasped for air.

His body shot upright, chest heaving.

His mismatched eyes—one blue, one purple—scanned his surroundings, wide with frantic confusion.

Everything felt wrong.

His body felt numb.

And yet, his mind was heavy with something that didn't belong.

Memories.

Memories he wasn't sure were his.

He clutched his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

The images refused to fade.

The massacre.

The kingdom in flames.

His own hands… stained with blood.

A breathless, broken laugh left his lips.

"What the fuck did I just see?"

His eyes darted around.

This wasn't his room.

"Hmm?"

Something flickered in front of him.

A translucent screen, glowing faintly.

[Future that Past rejected.]

Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah/Inder Sephtis.

[Merging:- 82%]

[Age:- 17]

[Rank: Limiter (48%)]

Stats:

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"....."

Slowly, Himmel ran a hand through his long hair.

"Argh—"

A sharp pain pricked his fingers.

His hand jerked away instinctively.

His breath hitched.

He touched something.

Something sharp.

Something that hadn't been there before.

He reached up again—

And his fingers brushed over two small, hard, curved—

"Horns?"