Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 6: Alcor

Alcor's voice slithered through his skull, and yet even as he heard the words, he could also see them. They appeared directly in the center of his vision - a notification of some kind, in a transparent, glassy window.

[We're going to have so much fun together.]

The words were ominous - unnerving. From everything he saw, Alcor was a villain. Was this an uneasy alliance, or was the original owner of his body trying to swap back - to wrest control from Ezra?

He was overcome with panic. 'I wanted an exciting life, but this was too much!' he fretted.

His panic is quelled as the sleeping Nephilim on his back curled and adjusted himself, wiping his drool and tightening his grip around Ezra. He released a tiny grunt as he settled. So innocent. So cute!

[An exciting life, hmm? Well, I think I can help with that. But you're going to have to kill your little friend there.]

The words dripped with malice. Alcor was a killer. Dangerous. Not just to Ezra, but to anyone he might be around. There was no way they could 'work together' - not in any sense of the word.

Alcor was an enemy. One inside his own body.

"Not gonna happen."

Ezra bared his teeth and scowled at the words floating in front of him. He pushed past them and continued walking through the forest, trying to push it out of his mind.

[He'll only hold you back. Didn't you want adventure, excitement? Love? Or did the Storyteller lead me astray?]

Ezra tried not to listen to Alcor's honeyed words - he could recognize them for what they were. Evil, manipulative nonsense.

And yet...he knew about the Storyteller.

Ezra didn't need to speak - Alcor was inside his mind, squirming around like a parasite.

[She sent me back here to be your GUIDE, little man. What's the matter? Afraid to walk the path she so painstakingly carved out for you?]

Ezra squinted his eyes, trying to block out the sound of Alcor's voice that invaded his mind, and doing all he could to not read Alcor's machinations, even as message after message popped up in front of him.

[This isn't the path to love, boy. The person of your dreams is waiting for you, if only you'd just listen.]

[That Nephilim on your back is weighing you down. People like him kill people like you. It's how it always is.]

[If you can't do it, then let me take control. You won't even remember what happened.]

[You're throwing your life away, you know. Why rot in a prison for this nobody Magician when you could live free and experience everything you have ever desired?]

"Shut up!"

The woods grew quiet - even the chirping birds were stunned into silence.

[Have it your way. See where this path leads you. Perhaps you'll grow some common sense before the point of no return.]

The presence in his mind retreated away, back to wherever it came from. Alcor was gone - for now.

But Ezra knew the truth. The nagging voice of the villain in his head would return - probably when he least expected it. When he hit a low point, he assumed. Alcor would try again.

'No sense lingering on it,' Ezra realized, adjusting the sleeping Oberyn on his back.

It was a new world - not like any place he'd ever been before. He had no idea where he was, or where they were going, but his heart told him that whatever fate had in store for him wasn't here in the woods.

So he kept walking.

Eventually, Ezra and Oberyn reached a clearing, stepping out of the woodland into a beautiful meadow with long, lush grass that swayed dreamily in the wind.

Ezra spotted a structure in the middle of the meadow - some type of homestead, with fields of wheat growing around, cows, chickens, even some sheep.

It seemed like a strange place to build a farm - out here, in the middle of nowhere. And yet, to Ezra anyway, it seemed idyllic. Quaint. Some place he could live out his retirement years.

As he approached nervously, he wondered what kind of people were living there. There was no way he could cover the mark on his chest. Would they come after him, too - just like Oberyn did?

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He gulped, walking further and further. He was about halfway to the homestead and was rethinking every one of his life choices.

Still, he was half-naked and alone in a strange new world.

'This might be my only chance at getting help,' he thought. 'Other than Alcor, anyway.'

As he reached the front door, he shifted Oberyn around, holding him around his chest. The sleepy Nephilim instinctively wrapped his legs around Ezra's waist for leverage and buried his silky soft blond hair into Ezra's shoulder.

His rationale - at least he could use Oberyn to hide his mark. It wouldn't be the first thing anyone noticed.

Knock Knock.

He tapped the door a little harder than he'd meant to. He was still growing accustomed to his body's power.

The door opened rather quickly, and Ezra was surprised to be greeted by a young girl who couldn't be any older than twelve. The shocking part wasn't her age, however - it was the large, fluffy ears that grew from the top of her head, reminiscent of a fox.

"The hell are you supposed to be?" she snapped, putting her hands on her hips.

"Uh..." Ezra stammered, unsure of what to say. "Hey, listen. My friend here, he took a pretty bad fall earlier when we were walking to Asteria. I don't suppose..."

She turned her head and shouted something toward the back of the house. "Oy! Cliff! We runnin' an infirmary out here I didn't hear about?"

"What are you talkin' about you damn fool? Who's there at the door?"

The voice that screeched from the back of the house belonged to an old man - it was hoarse and gravelly. The voice of a smoker.

She smiled, snobbish. "Don't seem like we're takin' any new patients, buddy. Have a nice day!"

She slammed the door in his face.