Arc 1 

Meeting the ‘important’ people. 

I rose from sleep.

There was a clink as I did and an empty bottle hit the floor. Followed by the sound of more glass rattling against glass as I turned. This room … no MY room. My thoughts churned, twisted and turned as my head radiates with pain. Yesterday I was simply Varon but now I’m so much more. Assaulted during my sleep by voices from beyond the grave. Different yet the same. I know not the why or how. But now I know that I’m so much more than simply Varon. I’m more than simply a man now. I now know what was missing. Why life never felt complete. It was her; I need her. Only she can complete me. I need her. She is the missing piece. Red.

Pain. My mind it burns as I remembered. I know of this world. Maybe that’s an odd and obvious thing to say but that’s not what I meant. I read of it. This world's name is Navarne, I currently reside in the Empire and this body it belongs to … me.

“Sir, are you ok? You look very pale, sir.”

I looked up to see an old white haired man stand before me. Yes, I know this man.

“I’m fine Lawrence. Now … leave.”

He honestly looks like what you would expect an old man to look like too. Still he looks pale. And yet he’s calling me pale. Ah, my voice seems to sound a bit more like I remember it from before.

“I’m so sorry, sir, please forgive me. I meant no disrespect, sir, please forgive me. I beg of you but the family head has asked me to call you for breakfast in his study, sir. I’m so sorry please forgive me, sir. I’m sorry. I know that you personally prefer to eat with your mother, sir.”

Isn’t he overreacting a little? My voice may sound a bit different but it’s not like ... ahh, I remember now. Yesterday I broke a maid's neck or was it her back? I don’t really remember. Well at least the old me did.

Yes, if I remember correctly father insulted mother. He hit her and I lost my cool. Knowing I couldn’t harm father, I took my anger out on his lover. That could be why Lawrence is scared of me.

In his eyes I targeted a maid at random to relieve my anger. Still I don’t want to explain the situation and the truth is ‘oh don’t worry I’m just the entity that’s taken over this body and I’m not going to hurt you’ isn’t the way to go about this.

Still, his begging continued.

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“Lawrence.”

“Yes, sir!” Sweat visibly rolls down his brows.

“… can you just leave? I will go to father's study.”

“Sir, I’m greatf ... “

My now deep voice heavily booms as I cut him off.

“Leave!”

“Yes, sir!”

His words were short and seemed to indicate that he was panicking over something. He left with both a speed and grace that could only be achieved by those who have some form of training or in this case were at the peak of primal fear.

Let’s think shall we? Who am I?

I am Varon of the Ravan family, the second born son, but in truth I’m the Leviathan, the Evil Serpent, who just reincarnated into Varon’s body and I’m the End Boss. End Boss?

Hahahahaha, what is this memory? It is not Varon's and it is not Ragnarok’s, so whose is it?

What is Earth? Ahh, I see. I’m inside a novel titeled ‘ The War of Fates ’. It’s a story about a Hero who slayed a Great Evil and is then reborn into a different world. This Hero seeks a peaceful life but instead his family dies when his country is invaded another. Consequently he swears vengence against the swordsman who killed them. Well, that's just the first Arc.

The novel takes place throughout the empires and surrounding countries where he will eventually meet up with many comrades. He will watch disaster befall the world, a bloody conflict between me and everyone else, hahaha. The world will be embroiled in war and he will discover the secret order using the war to aim for the end of the world. A secret order that I haven’t even built yet.

Anyway, he will succesfully twart my plans repeatedly until we confront each other. He will lose but due to the sacrifice of his childhood friend he will be able to escape. Me not thinking much of him will forget about him until he gets in my way once more again and again. The next time we fight I will be on the verge of victory. That is until I will fail in my plan of creating a key to free the evil god by use of the souls that I’ve collected over a series of wars and murders. My key will be discovered and destroyed. In my rage I attack the hero only to be defeated due to Plot Armor.

There are actually a lot of things that will lead to my death and defeat but that’s not important. What is truly disheartening is that the Holy Sword itself will be the cage to hold my love. Well, the sword itself will incorporate a part of her. But because I won’t know that and try to bring her back to life incomplete she is bound to go mad. And what’s worse is that this was that bastard's plan all along. God tricked me!

In the novel it is mentioned that the sword screams in pain as the Evil Dragon's reign of terror comes to its final close. My soul obliterated. I couldn’t even join her in death.

It will be different this time though. I won’t lose. I know where I went wrong in the novel, I won’t fail again.

Sitting on my bed I rose up and faced the mirror before me.

Short Black hair. White skin. Well toned muscles that were not large but more defined. A fantasy villain wearing a nice black coat that covered both the back and sides of his legs. Like a black trench coat made of silk combined with a black silk scarf. I also wear a white dress shirt with the ends of its long sleeves poking out of the coat's sleeves. But my most defining features were my deep dark black eyes. In the novel my eyes were compared to a black hole.

Varon … I love this coat. Hm, I truly do feel as if this coat has meaning to me. Am I still a little bit of the old Varon too?

It doesn’t matter really, I am who I am I guess. But at the same time I reeked of alcohol. Seems like I’m a heavy drinker. In fact the old Varok appeared to have lived a pretty troubled life. He was constantly hearing voices where there were none. Ok, I now know that was a byproduct of reincarnation.

Actually the old me was an average noble complete with all the ups and downs such as depression and alcoholism. Positiv is it seems I cared about my mother who was the only one who to show me any kindness. And my sister. Despite what people may say about me being an evil dragon I’m actually just a normal dragon. It 's not like I'm a totally heartless monster.

There's not really a difference in race between me and all other dragons. I’m just better than them.

Or was, I can tell that this human body while in shape isn’t that strong. So I have all the traits of a dragon some of them being: mine is mine; I never grant mercy to those who oppose me and I have pride that’s sky high.

I guess that’s where I’m different from most dragons. They seem to think that things can threaten my pride but the truth is I’m beyond that. My pride kind of died as my love for her grew.

Ok, what to do now? Well, it seems it’s time to meet my father.