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“Nothing lasts forever, so enjoy what you have while it lasts because you will not get a chance to otherwise.” Vil took that advice with a grain of salt. And with it, he flourished.
Ever since he was little, he had been getting picked for roles left and right albeit them being ones that only made him an antagonist, but popular nonetheless. He was grateful, polite. Accepted the roles with glee, taking them to greater heights even the adult actors couldn’t reach. Well, besides his father of course. Though, as he reached the leader board he knew there was a greater fear that unfolded from the second he had been taken over by another child actor, like himself.
Neige Leblanche.
The boy had been working alongside Vil around the same time. The two were coworkers, Vil would even dare say friends, at least at the beginning. But, as time passed by, Vil became more deliberately bitter, and arrogant. Adults all around him, praised Neige for his roles. Not because they were wonderful when it came to his acting, but how he truly was like an actual hero in his roles.
A hero, something that Vil had always wanted to be.
He was always grateful, he barely complained as a child, as he never had the right to. Not that he cared, his opportunities spoke for him. He took whatever he could to get to the top.
Was it enough? No. How is it, that to him someone much more behind him, beneath him, received better treatment when he worked just as hard for it?
It’s not fair. The system was never fair to him. Whether he wanted to believe it, or not.
It is why he is less inclined to believe in a fairytale dream come true, now. As reality has set for him the moment he became an actor, a celebrity. Out of his own volition.
…
But just for once, he wishes.
Vil wishes that someone, anyone could recognize a different part of his beauty. One made for him to play a role made for inspiration, and not detestation.
The first time he’s ever considered giving up his beauty.
Of course, the thought remained in his mind for years. Becoming bitter as time passes by, like a rose starting to wilt due to neglectful attention. Vil wouldn’t say he was deteriorating on the inside, but was he growing more cruel and dangerous? Well, it depends on who you ask.
His fans share several opinions, as any other social following would do with their own views. No one exactly could get a read on Vil Schoenheit, unlike a man named Rook Hunt would.
When Vil attended Night Raven College, discovering his potential of magic while at it, throughout his years did not have high expectations and well he was proven wrong the moment he stepped foot onto campus.
He was on the teetering edge, of crumbling. But rather than doing that he blossomed, into something he couldn’t ever imagine.
Of course, he was one of the only people that could’ve been seen as higher above the rest, never being enough to him as it is. He stuck to himself, only improving his strengths, and smarts when it benefited him. He certainly wasn’t the most kindness, but he didn’t need to be. Not when he had a goal to work towards.
Enter Rook Hunt, a man filled with boldness, and ignorance. One who would bother Vil to no end when it came down to it. And in all honesty? Vil entertained him. He found the other strange, but interesting in his own ways.
The two became close within months of knowing each other. Neither separated from the other, it was rare for them not to be a pair to other Night Raven students. One thing lead to Rook transferring to Pomefiore, and that was that.
Of course, after time passed by. Vil had let Rook in, slowly inch by inch.
It was a scary feeling sure. Though the man was simply patient with Vil, and had never asked for too much, nor did he happen to force them into confiding with him. And boy, did Vil appreciate the other for his efforts.
But, of course. Even with his dearest hunter, he would not be fully honest. Despite the guilt that came with his unsaid words, adding more pressure into his life. His downfall.
Vil held Rook close to his heart. He was sure the other felt the same way, not entirely as Vil was convinced no one could possibly love a villian like him.
Unless, there was a way.
For someone to treat him, like he was good. Like a human.
Could he believe in such a silly idea? As realistic as it goes, he would become forgettable. A lost soul. And isn’t that his worst nightmare.
His ugliness starts to takeover, and to Vil he knows it wouldn’t take long for Rook to leave him once the cracks reveals itself out in the open.
Now comes, Vil’s recent year. His third year of Night Raven. Mastering his UM, and becoming Housewarden of Pomefiore. His fame gaining much more recognition, and his reputation is succeeding in its favor. Not fully, but expected as Vil did take a step back from doing films.
The important point about these achievements, is him maintaining his beauty. And he has done that for years without any failure.
He has been doing well.
Well, until a specific freshman that frustrated to him to no end.
Enter Epel Felmier. A pretty little blooming flower, the apple to Vil’s eye.
His appearance does not live up to his attitude, brutish and messy. As Vil would describe.
The first time they met face to face was at orientation, or technically before orientation was about to start.
The freshman had the audacity to pick a fight with him, and he did not take the others words lightly.
And from that day on, once Vil had seen the other be casted into his dorm, he knew he would be taking the other under his wing, and with no say from the boy as Vil happened to be the leader of the dorm.
Of course, Vil did not like having to nag, and punish the boy repeatedly as he only wishes for the other to learn the ways of the world that he certainly hadn’t been taught before, but to his discretion Epel was certainly not the best listener, and irritated Vil to no end.
Of course if you asked Vil his opinions on Epel at first, you wouldn’t get positive descriptions, but as time passes by, Vil would have a better relationship with him to say something different. And he was old be absolutely proud to admit it.
The two developed better as a duo would. In Vil's eyes, he could see Epel as a younger version of him in some ways. Perhaps his harshness towards Epel was an act of projection. And it took him long to realize why he believed the other had a hard time listening, and following his directions when as times he was merely impossible.
Maybe, Epel did take his advice to heart. Wanting to be better because he finally learned that his own views weren’t exactly enough to go by.
Could he have admired Vil, the same way he had with Leona?
Or does he appreciate Vil the way he is, despite how he treated Epel throughout the months?
He wasn’t beautiful. He was evil. His entire being was disintegrating of its wonderful traits all because of his own selfish desire. He’s depleting.
And now. The main event.
The VDC.
Vil had heard around of all the insane things that had been happening to specific people.
And to be brief about the subject at hand, he means the Overblots.