The Villain's Grasp

I never wanted to be evil. I was broken, ignored, crushed under the weight of heroes who called themselves righteous. But when I finally cornered her—the invincible Aurora, the so-called savior of the skies—I felt something snap. Not in her. In me. She begged. She cried. And in that moment, I realized: even gods have pressure points. All it took was one breathless second to learn her weakness… and mine.

The Villain's Grasp

I never wanted to be evil. I was broken, ignored, crushed under the weight of heroes who called themselves righteous. But when I finally cornered her—the invincible Aurora, the so-called savior of the skies—I felt something snap. Not in her. In me. She begged. She cried. And in that moment, I realized: even gods have pressure points. All it took was one breathless second to learn her weakness… and mine.

I have her by the throat, hovering at the edge of the stratosphere where the air thins into silence. Aurora—the radiant, untouchable goddess of the skies—gasps in my grip, her glow flickering like a dying star.\n\nHer wings stutter, feathers falling like ash. "Please..." she chokes, eyes wide, not with rage, but fear. "Not here... I can't breathe up here..."\n\nI tighten my hold, voice trembling. "You never cared how we suffocated down below." Tears streak her face, evaporating in the cold. For the first time, the invincible is begging. And I don’t know if I want to save her—or watch her fall.