Villain of my own novel

[Eshwar! Louie is in danger!] Core's loud voice filled with fear, concern, and despair sounded in his mind, and Eshwar's entire body stiffened. Isha noticed that, backed off, and stared down right into his eyes that had dilated in shock.

"What happened!?" Eshwar yelled out aloud without thinking straight.

"Eshwar!" Isha called out and cupped his face, forcing him to look at her, and he soon calmed down, gently picking her up before standing back up, making her stand, and looking her in the eyes.

'What could have happened....' Isha muttered in her mind as she gazed at Eshwar.

"Louie, is in danger, Isha. I'm sorry, but I need to go...." Eshwar said and turned around, even though Isha wanted to stop him and ask him to take her with him, she couldn't bring herself to do so, but Eshwar suddenly halted in his steps and turned to look at her with a small smile on his face.

"Let's see, how fast you can fly." Eshwar commented, and with a loud "whoooom," a pair of fiery wings popped out from his back, oozing thick black smoke, indicating that it was really burning. Though Isha was confused as to what it was burning, she ignored it because he was asking her to come with him. With some kind of strange sense of accomplishment, she flashed a lovely smile, and her pitch-black coloured wings protruded out from her back.

BAM

Eshwar kicked off of the skyscraper's edge; after he was 3-meters in mid-air, he leaned right, and when his body was positioned horizontally, he kicked off on air, causing a strong gust of circular wind pressure to shoot out.

"Show off." Isha mumbled, smiled bright and shot off, following right behind him.

*

In sector seven, that was in ruins.

In a small, cosy wooden house, panic ensued as the Uncharted's temporary base was ringing loud alarms that were warning them about how low Louie's health was.r

Henry, Core, and Arngrim were pacing around in panic, waiting for Eshwar's arrival. It had been only a few seconds since Core called him, but they couldn't help but feel like hours had already passed and think that their friend was already on the brink of passing away.

BOOM

A loud "boom" resounded outside that shook the entire building. With simultaneous sighs of relief, they zoomed out of the house and found Eshwar, standing with his girlfriend, Isha.

"Hello, Isha. In the graveyard." Core greeted Isha with a nod; though it might seem rude from the outside, they knew that they didn't really have much time at hand, and soon after she finished getting Isha, she glanced at Eshwar and reported Louie's location.

"It seems, I have left Azazel alone for far too long." Eshwar mumbled, and his lips curled up into an ominous smile that none of them could ever get used to.

Then suddenly, Eshwar raised his right hand with his gaze fixated on Arngrim, who nodded his head in agreement. Though Arngrim had no actual accomplishments to his name, when it came to fighting, he was like a "joker" card in Uncharted because he was someone that could easily turn the game around, and he was also the only one that was on par with Eshwar, who had just reached rank-A at that time.

WHOOSH

With a strong gust swirling the surroundings, a golden spear materialised in Eshwar's hand, which excluded some kind of divine yet destructive aura.

"Grab on, cover yourself with mana, make a wind cutter or something in front of you to create a slipstream, because if you don't, you're going to die." Eshwar instructed; if it were anybody else, they would have probably ignored it as a joke, but they knew Eshwar wouldn't joke around in serious situations.

"Alright, but what should I grab on to?" Arngrim asked after drinking few potions.

"The Trishul." Eshwar answered without waiting for an answer, and he walked towards Arngrim. Then he looked at something in front of him for a split second; they thought that he was looking at his status window for reasons they didn't yet know, but after everything seemed to be decided, Core and Henry rushed to the backyard of the house and hopped on Louie's bike before driving off on it, as Eshwar told them the location, telepathically.

DUDUDUDDUDUDUDU

"Huuu....." Arngrim breathed out, and before hugging Trishul tightly, Eshwar raised both of them, Trishul and Arngrim, above his head, aiming in a certain direction.

"30%" Eshwar mumbled, and in an instant, his right arm muscles bulged and tensed; he then leaned back with a serious glare on his face.

"As soon as you see land, grab your scythe." Eshwar's mumbled words tricked Arngrim's ear, but before he could answer, the landscape in front of him changed.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHH

'F**king basta*d! You should have warned me that I was going to be traveling at such high speed!!' Arngrim was inwardly cursing at Eshwar, but he was only safe because he had drunk an elemental negation potion that he made using the dragon's core that Eshwar had gotten from an SS rank dungeon.

The potion that Arngrim made had even surprised him, because he never expected to make something this f**king awesome. The effects were about negating every elemental property, EVERY ELEMENTAL PROPERTY, that was in the surrounding mana, meaning that now nothing except for kinetic force could harm him.

Soon, the ever changing scenery changed again, but into a lot more terrifying one, there were at least about 20,000 people in his sight, no, since he was arriving at the graveyard, they're vampires and not people. Arngrim frowned and squinted his eyes upon finding a strange cross that was planted in the ground, in front of the army. Soon, his gaze landed on a few vampires that were snickering, stabbing, and slashing at something that was hung on the cross; he couldn't figure out what or why, but he had this certain ominous feeling that yelled at him to hurry up.

BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

And with a loud "boom," the Trishul that Arngrim had hugged tightly as if his life depended on it, landed. While he was distracted by the ominous feeling he was having and by the sheer number of soldiers in the army, the Trishul pierced its spearhead into the ground.

Arngrim walked out of the dusty smokescreen with a deep frown, glaring at the army, and soon his gaze landed on the figure that hung on the cross, and Arngrim mind blanked in that instance. He didn't know when he had arrived, but he had arrived in front of the cross and swung his scythe at the seven vampires that stood in front of the cross.

SPLATTER!!

Which caused blood rain to descend upon him, though it seemed like he only swung his scythe once, but he had swung it at least a few dozen of times, and the seven vampires that were just minced were the cause of the blood rain, without even glancing at the shocked looks on the vampire army's faces, he turned to face the figure hung on the cross, and reached out at him with trembling hands.

The bulky figure hung on the cross had both of his eyes gouged out, with his entire body covered in bruises that had turned black, his right arm had everything sucked out, only his bony, skeletal arm with grey coloured veins popping out remained, his fingernails and toenails were ripped off, many bones had shattered, joints had popped out, his muscles seemed to torn from the inside, but the strangest thing was, the figure wasn't groaning, while just the sight of it made Arngrim feel pain.

"Louie..." Arngrim reached out, but didn't dare to touch him, scared of making him feel more pain than he was already in.

"Oi, who gave you permission to come here as you please!" Arngrim snapped his head back to face the figures that were spewing bullsh*t, but that's not what irked Arngrim; what did was the fact that they were the culprits that brought his friend to this state.

"You!!" Arngrim mumbled under his breath and released a strong killing intent, which forced the vampires to come to an abrupt halt; they soon trembled in fear and kneeled on the ground. Though confused by their actions, he ignored them and took a step forward to slaughter those vampires.

WHOOOOIIINNNNNGGGHHH

"!!" Arngrim's eyes shot wide open when an ominous feeling he had got stronger, and he halted in his steps, when a strong killing intent oozed from behind him, making it hard for him to breathe. But the state of the vampire army in front of him was far worse, because their faces were planted into the ground due to the pressure that bore down on them.

"Y...'re l....te....war....." Louie's low, hoarse voice sounded, and just like the half-dead Louie, Arngrim also guessed why the vampires kneeled at the beginning. With a slight sigh of relief, Arngrim grinned and brought out healing potions from his subspace magic to feed them to Louie.

"Descent of the Frost Phoenix!"r