Fluegel spread her wings open wide above the heart of Kyoto. Her spores were flung out of her wings as they began to fall like snowflakes toward the unaware civilians staring at her in awe or confusion.
“Not today!” A high-pitched voice called her, even higher than herself in the skies. His wings were bright white like an angel. Before Fluegel could properly recognize what was happening, she was blasted with a light beam coming from the boy.
He cast her down on the road and burned her spores up. “That’s it! Good job, Noah!” LocaLoca called up to the angelic boy, who blushed.
She made her way to apprehend Fluegel, but the villain was quicker than she looked. She sprouted new wings and flew away as quickly as she could.
LocaLoca took a breath and released an air blast, thin and fast like a bullet. It managed to blast one of Fluegel’s wings, but the villain managed to escape.
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Fluegel landed in a dark alley, she panted heavily in an attempt to catch her breath. She tried to make one big attack as her “welcome back” party, but it didn’t work out the way she wanted, now she was there, beaten up.
She took a breather. She felt so exhausted. Now every day it felt as if a new and more powerful villain or hero sprouted out of nowhere to spoil her fun. “Fluegel can’t even do villain stuff anymore…”
The lizard guy, then the armored freak, and now Angel Boy and that other woman who kept company to him. It felt so unfair to Fluegel.
‘Back then Fluegel could play more…’ Since when did heroes and other villains get that strong? Or she was never strong enough to begin it?
Fluegel didn’t know. Suddenly she went from a threat to some Saturday morning cartoon villain. People seemed to have forgotten about her. It was so cruel of everyone to suddenly forget she existed.
She tried to sprout spores to grow herself new wings. They weren’t growing. She was too tired and used too much of her quirk down on Kyoto’s center.
‘I shouldn’t have gone for a big attack… but the Angel Boy and the woman appeared out of nowhere.’ She was frustrated. She was blue balled out of her fun and enjoyment as a villain.
‘Well. There is that place Lizard Auntie spoke about, where I could get help in case I ever needed it…’ Fluegel looked at the bright blue sky.
It was so big. She used to think of herself as someone who would draw as much attention as the sun when she appeared, but now she was not sure of it anymore.
Maybe she mistook her faint glimmer as a star with the rampaging glamour of the sun itself?
Why was she of all people thinking about that?
But she couldn’t help but wonder now… if she did things differently, if she was a little different if she maybe put in more effort, she would… burn as fiercely as the sun.
Like the ones who surged out of nowhere, with such power and radiance… it was a little fun too. She appeared out of nowhere, with no rhyme or reason, and now she contemplated things.
She was grateful that Lizard Auntie broke her down as “repayment,” but now she was lost—so lost. Maybe this sentiment of confusion would be less if she were in prison.
Fluegel looked at her left hand. Maybe it was time for her to stop being a loner and team up with someone. But who? For what purpose or reason?
Wreaking havoc as she used to won’t fly by nowadays. Fluegel’s way of life was thrown in jeopardy, and there was nothing she could do about it, but suck up and… do something, whatever it may be.
She threw herself against the alley’s wall and placed her left arm over her eyes. “This shit is so unfair. Why did it have to happen to Fluegel?”
Any attempt to keep her cool and not cry was utterly crushed. When and where did she go wrong? Things were so easy back then, so simple.
She forced her jaw shut as tears fell from her eyes. Her tiny fists clenched as she cracked the wall behind her with a punch from her other hand.
It was all so unfair.
But she had one place to go after all.
One place to go… ‘Monstrus Corpora…’ She didn’t know why Lizard Auntie said for her to go there, but it was not as if Fluegel had any other option if she wanted to keep her life as a villain…
And whatever bit of pride she had left wouldn’t allow her to settle up for less. She was a villain and would live as one until she died, even if she needed help to keep that life of hers.
Even with Soft Wings, she would be able to fly once again.