Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Even for that glimpse of a minute, her heart skipped a few beats as her gut dropped hard the moment she uttered the words, but only to find out her gaze wasn't at them in the beginning.

Withal, she traced where the crazy psycho's gaze headed, and it was the person from the entrance.

'Daisy!'

But then, Nathalie almost got her breath taken away as the only person that popped up was none other than her best friend

Even Jonathan began to stagger from his stead, for the person in front of them was none other than his girlfriend. 

Ashtra peered sideways, to both of them, and back to the lady before he squinted his eyes.

Daisy had little to no make-up paired with a low bun hairstyle, and she was in her grey hoodie and sweatpants like she came for a jog.

But more likely, she came to fight, or so what Nathalie thought.

While it was quite a nostalgia on her part, missing her best friend so much, she couldn't help but flinch from her staring daggers only the villainess had to take.

Never had she seen this side of hers, beyond crystal clear how pissed she was even from far afield.

"So, is that yet another victim for tonight?" Daisy mused.

"Oh?" Mystique responded, then gazed down at him before meeting her eyes once again. "Perhaps it might be…"

Her peal of laughter only had Keith bereft with life, his face gone beyond the pale as he gaped at her.

Nathalie was about to move, thinking of doing something else. But this time, it was Ashtra that pulled her back.

"What?! Are you gonna stand here?!" she hissed inaudibly.

However, he didn't peel off his stares as he whispered back in nonchalance, "Observe first…" 

Though at this point, she didn't know if it was still but a dream, she couldn't stand doing so as it was too painful to watch. 

'Just what does Ashtra want to gain with this?!'

"Stop what you're doing to... Keith; he won't be of much help to you."

Nathalie noticed Daisy's ounce of hesitation like she couldn't believe that he was Jonathan by the flesh as well.

"You think so?" Mystique mused, and then pushed him down even further. "We'd never know if we tried."

"I said stop…"

"Why? Perhaps he looked like your boyfriend—?"

A sudden bang erupted in their ears, causing Nathalie to hide behind Jonathan. 

After a few moments, she peeked out her head, only to see Daisy had a handgun on her hand, glinting silver.  Her eyes beamed as though she was asserting dominance as a predator, unafraid of whoever was in front of her.

On the other side was Mystique, who had a block of ice on her hand, yet showed signs of crevices with her hands trickling drops of blood.

"Watch your mouth, Mystique," Daisy retorted in a calm tone. A sudden clink on her weapon, trying to reload for another shot. "Don't think I've forgiven what you've done towards Nathalie and Jonathan."

"Still bitter?" Mystique pouted her lips as she creased her eyebrows. "Don't blame me; blame that man driving that truck—"

"Where's the body?!"

"I don't know."

"I've been trying to keep it up to you, but you've gone way too worse ever since you came…" Daisy then had her stares softened when it came down to Keith. "I'm sure you had shenanigans going on; how did he end up coming here after all?!"

"That's a secret only I should know." Mystique then smiled. "Perhaps, I'd tell you sooner or later, but I doubt it would've worked in your favor." 

In Nathalie's mind, thrown into chaos for what kind of interaction they were in— aside from knowing they weren't on the same page for the most part. 

'Just how much did I miss—?'

But then, Mystique went on, muttering at her, "What you should remember, is that they're dead, and I now had the opportunity to rewrite the story with that measly manuscript now— destroy the Goddess's creation!"

"I see…" Ashtra was the only word he spoke of at the moment.

She then burst out into a burst of manic laughter, and sent waves of chills, shivering them to the bone.

By and by, her peals of laughter went dry, bringing her to a stop as she cleared her throat.

However, Nathalie couldn't help but get stunned by the words she revealed.

For she was the perpetrator, pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Anyway, I just want you to show that this man right here was about to learn the ugly truth before his life would've finally served a purpose."

"I told you not to bring me here with your silly games!" Daisy shrieked as she shot out more bullets along the way. 

In the meantime, Mystique broke free and might've gotten a hit but she raised her hands and scattered a sheet of frost into the floor, erupting clubs of ice.

Daisy hissed in pain as she got struck by the wall with dents found in it.

'I need to do something!' She looked around, but then she wracked her brain from the similar scene that happened in Little Root Town.

Mystique staggered a little, but she held her ground as she hugged her left rib. "Be happy that I couldn't kill you, but that doesn't mean I couldn't torture you!"

She went for another round; although, Keith moved swiftly, bouncing off the couch, as he was there to take out the blow. He blocked her powers halfway with his body, only to growl in agony.

Nathalie cut off her trance when she noticed the sudden move Keith made.

Mystique hissed at what happened, waving her hands away from the frosty mist. "Have you lost your mind?! What useless mongrel—! You want to die so bad?!"

She ran towards Keith before she started to murmur a few words in her mouth in silence.

"Violeta!" 

The continuous spell cast fizzled midway, and the wave of frost that was about to hit Keith by a hair's breadth, now vanished into thin mist the moment she embraced him.

Most importantly, they all gasped from the situation.

Mystique got stunned, and so as Keith, who tensed his body as he gawked at her crimson hair.

Daisy, on the other hand, shrieked on top of her lungs, "Nat?!"