Misunderstood Villain Heroines Mourn My Death Chapter 391
Behold an unimaginable past ii[ … words ]
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{Outside The Projection}
“BEHOLD AN UNIMAGINABLE PAST.”
That voice… that voice wasn’t just familiar.
It was ingrained deep inside their minds.
The moment it echoed through the hall…
Everyone—everyone—felt it.
Something inside them broke.
A memory.
A memory that should never be seen or heard.
A memory so buried, so locked away, it was never meant to rise again.
It rose for a moment only to be shut down once again.
IT WOULD NOT BE REMEMBERED.
Still, them not remembering IT changed nothing.
Their thoughts still landed on what was most obvious.
“An unimaginable past.”
Azeem, the most objective of them, whispered under his breath, like he was trying to convince himself it wasn’t real.
“…A past that speaks of death’s consequence.”
Zafar glanced at him, then looked down.
Roya and Noor did so as well.
As did the others.
Huda did not, however.
“…No… no… no…”
Her lips trembled rough.
“This… this is…”
Her words wouldn’t come out.
Layla and Safira hugged her tight.
Sinbad, Dunya, and the Lady looked at that scene solemnly.
Because they all knew.
They all knew.
What Malik was about to see wasn’t just the past.
It wasn’t going to just be the pain.
These were the deaths themselves.
Every death that made Malik… Malik.
Every death he carried and its accursed consequence.
And worse…
Worse… this wasn’t just about him.
Again, this was about a world that would continue after his death.
A world without Malik, a world where his Blessing didn’t rewind but…
“…I… I don’t…”
Layla hugged Huda even tighter.
“I don’t think I can watch this…”
They all felt the same.
An ugly past none of them dared to believe could be true.
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{Inside The Projection}
Blink.
A torch’s light shone.
Malik… a much younger version of him laid on the wooden ground.
His body was broken beyond repair, his neck stuck staring at the ceiling.
He could do nothing…
’Get up… get up, get up, get up, GET UP!’
Nothing but internally scream.
’GET THE FUCK UP!’
’YOU HAVE A PURPOSE NOW! DON’T LOSE IT!’
’DON’T FUCKING LOSE IT!’
’YOU WASTE OF SPACE!’
’YOU HUMAN GARBAGE!’
’WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!’
’GET THE FUCK UP!’
Hot tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood and grime that covered him.
’I hate you… I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE!’
’You’ve never done anything but fail me!’
’Their hopes are pinned on us… ON US!’
’You’ve decided to save them… they’re your responsibility, and you… YOU’VE FAILED THEM!’
’Failed yourself… again.’
’But it’s fine… it’s fine; you can still save them.’
’SO GET UP!’
His fingers twitched.
’Just… please…’
’Do something.’
’Anything.’
’…’
He didn’t move.
’…How dare you?’
’HOW DARE YOU LIE HERE AND LET THEM GET CHAINED?!’
’S-She’s going to get raped…’
’Please… for her… do it. Get up.’
’GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS UP OFF THE GROUND!’
Despite his endless screams, his body didn’t listen.
It could not.
This wasn’t a fantasy story… it was real life.
There was no miraculous surge of strength, no heroic second wind.
He was a malnourished child who had been beaten black and blue.
The fact that he had survived this long was already a miracle…
Expecting more of him was pure idiocy.
’No… plea…s…e…’
Malik’s head lolled to the side, and his breathing seized.
The world around him grew dimmer, his vision slowly devoured.
And then, there was nothing…
Nothing but sweet dreams.
But the world didn’t stop there.
A scream was heard outside the room.
It belonged to a young girl…
Huda.
Blink.
A sharp gasp resounded.
Malik jolted awake, his chest heaving.
He stood on no ground; above him was no sky.
No longer was he in the Seventh Gate.
This was a void, a so very familiar one.
And before he could even breathe…
“BEHOLD AN UNIMAGINABLE PAST.”
Blink.
A young Malik was falling.
His arms were spread out wide.
His hands weren’t empty—they were holding something… someone.
No.
Someones.
Two humans.
Huda, back when she was just a kid.
Six, maybe; she was sick, unconscious.
And Sinbad, his little owl—not an owl now, not here.
He was a boy, around nine years old.
Breathing heavy, crying too.
All of them were falling.
Falling down from darkness, into light… into a merciless ground.
Young Malik tried to save them, tried to enter into an Aether pocket, but…
SPLAT.
He failed.
Meat, bone, and organs were all crushed, just flattened.
What remained of their bodies splattered, limbs snapping in all the wrong places.
Blood flew everywhere, painting the grass red.
Not even a breath passed before a Roc revealed itself, its massive wings tearing the air.
It dove in, claws wide, hooked their remains like snacks off a platter…
Gulp!
And swallowed.
They were gone.
A story that ended too early.
Blink.
“No… stop—”
“BEHOLD AN UNIMAGINABLE PAST.”
Blink.
A cave was shown.
It held the stench of damp air and dust.
Malik, once sleeping, shot his eyes open.
Too late.
A blade was already shoved straight into his neck.
He wheezed, his mouth opening, but no words came out.
Standing above him was Rafiq, smiling, greasy, and vile, as if he’d just landed on gold.
Kicking Malik’s body aside like garbage, he walked up to the two kids behind him.
Tiny screams could be heard as Sinbad woke up.
He struggled, kicked, and cried, calling out for his brother.
Malik didn’t hear him…
He was dead.
Rafiq’s filthy hands gripped them by their necks.
“Heh… Gonna make a fortune outta you two…”
Blink.
“BEHOLD AN UNIMAGINABLE PAST.”
Blink.
A cave.
The same one.
Different horror.
Malik had knelt.
Knelt before Sinbad.
The little boy was dead.
His small frame was bloodied, his neck cut.
Malik had a blade pressed to his own throat.
After looking down at his little brother, he…
He cut, and blood gushed like a fountain.
His body toppled, landing beside him.
At that exact moment, a figure materialized behind him.
He stood at the mouth of the cave, watching like he was studying an ant.
It was Cyrus.
“Pity…”
The bastard clicked his tongue.
“He was a good candidate.”
Blink.
“BEHOLD AN UNIMAGINABLE PAST.”
