Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples

“W-What are you doing? I-I… I was wrong, I did everything wrong…”

“Wrong? What do you mean wrong? You didn’t do anything. We just wanted to make a memory with our little brother before he leaves for the Imperial Palace, that’s all.”

The words sent a chill down his spine.

The moment Cielo stepped out of the carriage, he tried to run toward the woods, but Pielago quickly stopped him.

“Where do you think you’re going? That direction leads to the forest. The door you’re supposed to go through is this way.”

Chuckling, he grabbed Cielo by the back of the neck and dragged him into the villa.

The moment Cielo stepped inside, a pungent stench hit his nose, making him frown.

“Come on, Cielo. Take a good look. How is it? Pretty well drawn, right?”

Swallowing dryly at Pielago’s words, Cielo looked down to see a bizarre, disturbing magic circle drawn on the floor—as if made with someone’s blood.

“They say you can summon monsters using a human as a sacrifice.”

Sounds fun, right?

As the twins grinned while asking, Cielo’s face turned deathly pale.

He stepped back, trying to retreat.

“Come play with us, Cielo.”

“N-No… I don’t want to…”

“Don’t worry. They say you don’t actually die from being the sacrifice. Just some pain in the limbs and a little sting in the heart? Well, they say if it goes wrong, you might die… but come on, would we really kill our little brother?”

“Yeah. It’s not like the noble son of a duke runs around anyway. Even if your heart’s a little weak, it won’t matter, right?”

They mocked him as they bared their teeth in a grin, slowly reaching out their hands.

Demons.

They were demons, no doubt about it.

Screams followed.

He cried out at the top of his lungs, begged to be let go—but no one came to help Cielo.

Pain. Agony. Despair.

He gathered every one of those feelings and screamed to be saved, but no one reached out to him.

“That’s what you are, Cielo.”

The faces of the people passing by turned pitch black. Their expressions and words all seemed like monsters.

“Why are you even alive?”

A voice filled with curses, yet strangely gentle, pierced into his ears.

“Even if you live desperately and suffer like this, no one’s going to want you anyway.”

A voice that had once sounded far away now filled his entire mind. It told him to fall into despair, to give up—and kept dragging him deeper and deeper.

“You hate this life too, don’t you? This miserable world where no one loves you. That’s why—I’ll make it so you don’t have to hurt anymore.”

“…”

“All you have to do is say the word. Just one answer, and it’ll all go away.”

The whispering words crept into his core. And then, he felt it—eyes the color of the sea, cold and blue, staring straight into him.

A chilling sensation.

He didn’t want to say what the voice wanted to hear, but his lips moved on their own.

So this is how you died, huh…

The villain’s hidden side—left out of the novel.

Only the scenes where the protagonist moved toward happiness were written. In between those lines, Cielo, whose existence was erased simply for being the antagonist, was bearing all this pain.

Clenching his fist, Cielo gritted his teeth.

“…I don’t see why I have to die.”

“…”

“Don’t lump me in with something you created.”

Ungrateful bastard.

A monster that devours people.

An Omega who spreads his legs for any Alpha.

None of the rumors—neither those pointing at the “real Cielo” nor those aimed at him—were true.

All of it was fake, born from malice.

“Even if this situation you created is filthy and disgusting, I’m going to keep living, no matter what.”

“…”

“Because now, there are people who want me even more than I wanted them.”