My Sister The Villainess 56 Allow Me To Explain Pt. 2

She wanted to meet him, the boy who dared challenge her rule. That infamous Claybrook kid who terrorized a generation.

And so she arrived there one morning, a grin upon her face, silently enjoying the downfall of an enemy she didn't have to do anything to herself. Brought low by his own sister, sold to whoever had the money to pay.

She saw him there. In the darkly lit room, laying there in chains while shadows danced along his handsome features.

Vivienne had to admit, he was something else. Those cruelly attractive looks and cold, indifferent eyes simply didn't seem to belong in the mundane world. There was just something...more about him. A force that drew you in, begging you to touch when you knew you shouldn't. He was a beautiful, unreachable flower that should never be blemished.

And yet that sort of person what here, a prisoner of his own family. The thought made her smile.

But then she talked to him. He was nothing like she'd expected at all. She had come to gloat, to revel in his suffering.

She'd told him of her position. Of her businesses and how he'd made a mistake going against her so foolishly. How she'd make sure he'd rot in this place.
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His reaction?

"Your drugs are s.h.i.+t-tier. And you're even selling to kids? Get over here."

What he did….will be omitted.

Thoroughly humiliated and hateful after the first encounter she returned later with the intention to chop him to pieces.

"So, I've been thinking. You're being too small-minded."

"Huh?"

"Let's expand the business. You and me."

The proposal was so sudden and odd. She was intrigued. They began to talk. Make plans.

She found him surprisingly pleasant.

This youth was charming and easy to talk to. Even after hearing her misdeeds he didn't judge or treat her different at all. He made no comment past what he'd already said.

"Sin is always fun. Unless someone gets killed or raped. And sometimes people deserve to get killed. Their own fault, then, you know? Aside from that, hey, we all gotta make a living somehow, eh?"

Even her cousin called her a vile woman in secret. Yet this boy didn't mind the drug dealing, blackmail or gambling.

To him she was just another woman greedy for coin.

"And f.u.c.k me if that's a bad thing." He said the funniest things. The more she got to know him the more she discovered what a unique and amusing person he was.

"Oi, lady, your time's up!" The little girl called. "Next group is already here. "

She was reluctant to leave by that point.

The third day she didn't really have to go. They'd already discussed the details of their business plan. She found herself taking the carriage over anyway.

She had nothing to talk about. So he did instead. Telling her of this tale or that. Speaking of all these strange things and stories she'd never heard of.

"...And the prince married the evil step-milf."

"Wait, what about the good daughter with the gla.s.s slipper?"

"Huh? Oh. The fairy G.o.dmother gave her a futa d.i.c.k. She went on to find a brunette under a sleeping curse out in the woods. So of course she f.u.c.ked her awake. As one does."

She felt herself smile in spite of herself. "You're horrible. "

He would sometimes have the filthiest mouth, daring to say anything even with a woman like her present.

A true rascal.

Why did she find that so endearing?

The fourth day. Fifth. Sixth. She kept coming back, each time finding herself moving closer and closer until she didn't even mind sitting right beside him on the bed, feeling more lighthearted than she had in years.

Talking to him, being with him, was just so fun and relaxing. She was like a little girl again. He made her feel warm. Cared for. Loved.

"But you deserve more than a fake." His words were hushed. They were being monitored, though she didn't know how. It was a risk, one he took for her.

And he told her the truth, about everything. He wasn't the true Damien Claybrook. He was a clone. Born to take his place and act out a role until the other came back. Someone who'd be disposed of when his other self appeared before him once again.

"Then let's leave."

She didn't care who or what he was. All she knew is that she didn't want to be away from him. Didn't want him to go.

"I'm not real. You shouldn't waste your time loving a person who doesn't even exist."

She couldn't accept those words. Refused to. She ran a hand over his face. "You're real to me." And kissed him.

***

There's two!" Miranda stared, dumbfounded. What the heck is going on?!

Vivienne, on the other hand, seemed almost scared.

The clone looked at his true self with hostility.

Without warning he lunged at the real body with hands turning to blades of ice. Miranda was pushed aside and fell on her a.s.s while Damien caught the sharp point on instinct.

He looked at Bubbles. "Hey, what is this bull?"

The woman gazed at the fake Damien with interest. She then looked at Vivienne.

"Heh. I see. That's interesting." She smiled. "Looks like it's following it's prime directive a bit too well."

"So, what now?"

"Hm, well, to explain, she needed him most? It's like that. You created him to appease others, after all." She reminded. "Just disspell it and let's go. Basil, if you would be so kind as to help me with the fatty?"

The green-haired goofball had already informed them of the kid's misguided concern and had been watching the clone's actions curiously through a weird object Vera had confiscated from Dolly.

"As the Lady commands." He gave a thumbs up. And the two walked towards the room where she was kept.

Damien ignored them willed his clone to stillness. "Well, I dunno why you're acting up but it's a bad day for you, pal. Sorry for the c.o.c.kblock but having a threesome with strange women ain't good. Who knows what they have? And we're married. What'll people say? Hope you understand."

It absolutely wasn't because he was jealous.

He nodded to himself and pierced the guy's chest with a hand, ripping through him entirely.

"V...iv…" He choked out. Then broke down into a watery mess. As because he gave it a bit of blood the substance was tinged red.

"NO!" He heard the young woman cry. She fell to her knees as the pinkish fluid spread everywhere.

Damien shrugged. "Eh, don't be too bothered. That was just a clone, it wasn't real. Just find a new boy toy, lady. " He yawned. "I'd have let you have it if i could but I can only make one at a time. Can't let it just do whatever."

"I knew he was a clone!" She snarled. "He told me!"

"Oh. Then what's the problem?"

Her eyes were filled with hatred. "I love him!" Her vision blurred. She looked at the remains of the clone and wept. "I love him and you...you..."

He chuckled. "Can't kill what ain't alive." He admired his clone's handiwork. Was she just that easy or was he a hard worker?

Miranda had no idea what was going on. But she stood and went to her friend. "Vivienne? Are you okay?"

The two obviously knew each other, but how? And why were there two of him? How did the three suddenly appear?!

But the questions couldn't be answered right now.

"He's gone." She trembled in pain. "My Day. He's gone."

The light in her eyes had disappeared.

Damien felt it a bit overdramatic, really.

"'Ight Imma head out."

He started walking to the door. He was just about to exit the place when he heard a sinister voice behind him.

"...Bring him back."

He turned. "I'm sorry?"

"Bring him back to me!" The woman's face was twisted in a vicious rage. "You can't take him from me. I won't let you. Give him... back!"

Damien coughed, "Uh, you know, even if I make another one it won't be the same. Like, the one you spent time with it done for. But it's only been a week, can't be THAT hurt over it, right?"

The words nearly drove her to madness.

She went quiet.

"...Gone…"

Her sobs were heart-wrenching.

"Viv." Miranda was torn. Her friend was a wreck. And she didn't know why. She couldn't do anything to help either. She didn't even understand the situation so how could she comfort the woman?

Damien gave her a glance. His eyes went wide.

"Flower shop milf!"

Miranda could only give a hollow laugh.

Seriously….just what the fudge is happening?!