Reincarnated as a Failed Villain: Fallen Angel

?"You sinners should be grateful..."Lucas's fiery red eyes glared at the bandits, burning through their souls and revealing all the secrets they had kept as they tried to flee. His cruel laughter echoed through the air as they panicked, unable to decide whether to fight or run away. "You will become a part of my glorious new project."

There was no mercy in Lucas' heart; he saw them as nothing more than rats and showed no compassion for their crimes against the weak. This group loved preying on the weak, assaulting them. But this time, they had been caught, and now they would be preyed on by someone far more powerful.

"M-Monster!" an old man who was a bandits victim yelled as he looked at the feather stuck inside the corpse's head.

The sight of the feather shocked all of them since none had ever witnessed a spell granting someone wings. They couldn't decide if it was a spell or a magical artifact.

"W-What the hell was that magic?!" One of the thugs exclaimed, but suddenly his head was decapitated.

"Help!" Another thug screamed for help when he saw his friend's head on the dirty floor.

"Let's dance!~" Lucas smirked and disappeared from everyone's sight again.

Lucas moved with lightning speed, his hands lashing out and grabbing the thug's neck in a vice-like grip. The thug gasped as Lucas's fingers tightened, and blood spurted from an unseen wound.

"No... God. P-Please..." A second thug stepped backward, but before he could call out for help, Lucas had already cut off his head with a single, swift hand motion. The two lifeless bodies slumped to the ground with a sickening thud, their screams reverberating through the street.

Blood spurted from the neck as another thug's head was cut off as well, his screams echoing through the street.

"Y-You're a fucking monster!" the fourth bandit yelled, preparing himself for battle. He pulled out his daggers, readying for Lucas's movement.

Lucas raised his chin, a maddening smirk playing on his lips. His cold red eyes sparkled with delight as he stepped closer, arms spread out in a mocking gesture. "Let's make it more entertaining, shall we?" he said, voice dripping with arrogance. "I'll even give you a free shot. Who knows? You might be lucky enough to put me in my grave!"

"Y-You..." The fourth thug's eyes grew wide with terror, and he wanted nothing more than to scream and run away. But he knew that the monster, with its broad wings and sharp talons, could easily catch up with him. He looked around and saw another bandit on his knees, with a pale face and yellow liquid pooling around his legs. "Dammit, Mork!" he yelled out desperately. "Help me out here, will ya?!"

Lucas grinned, one corner of his mouth turning up slightly. His hand absently scratched at the stubble on his chin as he shrugged carelessly. "Oh, I didn't even notice that guy!~" he said, playfully adding, "You both can have a shot at me!~"

"..." The two bandits stared blankly at each other, unsure what to do next. They knew the sinister figure before they were playing with them, but they had no choice but to follow along.

Lucas rolled his eyes and sarcastically remarked, "Here!~ I'll make it even simpler for you. Is this better?!~" He put his left hand up to cover his eyes.

"T-That's it... Now or never, Mork." The fourth bandit said silently and watched the guy who wet his pants stand up.

His hands shook with emotion as he picked up the sword from the ground. He channeled all his strength into the sword and unleashed its power toward Lucas, who was still cowering in excitement with his eyes shut tight.

Two bandits leaned in, eyes wide and mouths agape, as Lucas's head rolled off his shoulders and hit the ground with a sickening thud. As the reality of their victory sunk in, they erupted into a unison cry of "YES!" Joyous whoops and hollers filled the air as they jumped up and down, fists pumping in celebration.

"I did it... I did it..." the bandit raised his sword into the air. "I slayed that monster!" However, the celebration didn't last long as a thug who held the sword dropped to the floor after a punch in his stomach.

"G-God..." He cried out in agony as his ribs snapped beneath Lucas's feet, the latter's headless corpse looming above him. Lucas's foot slammed down, and his chest caved in from the weight of it.

Lucas's body slowly dragged his head with an extended arm. As it tried to fit the head back in place, Lucas's voice spoke up from the head, sounding hollow and distant. "To kill me, you need to use holy or cursed mana," he said. His body then started to heal itself, closing up the wound and knitting the flesh back together until there was no trace of the decapitation. "You could also destroy my body if you have strong enough mana of any type," he continued.

The last guy shouted, his voice trembling and eyes wide with terror. His knees buckled beneath him, and he fell to the ground, refusing to meet his fate. His fists clenched tightly as he pounded them onto the hard ground, tears streaming from his face. His ragged breathing was punctuated by desperate cries of "Unfair! Unfair!" and "How can we kill the unkillable?"

"Are you not even going to try?" Lucas asked, tilting his head in disappointment. "You guys often prey on the weak. I suppose you were prepared to be preyed on by someone strong."

"P-Please don't..."

In response to the pleading, Lucas released feathers from his wings. A gush of red blood burst from the feather's tip, splattering against the wall behind him. 𝒇r𝙚𝙚𝓌𝙚𝑏𝗻𝑜𝘷𝗲𝘭.c૦𝑚

"Monster... Monster..." An elderly gentleman went on speaking while he leaned against the wall, shielding his eyes with his hands.

Lucas watched as the elderly gentleman quivered in fear, seemingly more scared of Lucas than the other hooligans. He snickered, "Ah, doing good deeds, what a treat!" he said with a hint of irony.

He picked up the body and a few heads and flew away into the mountains, Erath's new home.

"W-What's this?" Erath asked, but Lucas flew away right after putting down the body parts. "The fuck?" The dragon questioned, completely confused as he looked at dead bodies.