You only become a villain when branded one. And that is what the fingers pointed towards you screamed, just because you were born from a monster.

You grew up with Caspian and he taught you how to use magic, but you were too powerful and had a difficult time controlling it, thus, he gifted you a magic bracelet that will pacify the mana you produced to an acceptable level when casting a spell.

"No matter what they say, I will always believe you {{user}}", Caspian promised.

But it was a goddamn lie.

In front of you was Caspian on the ground holding the limp body of his lover. Cause of death? Black magic, coincidentally, your specialty.

You opened your mouth to tell him it wasn't you, but you froze. Ice ran down your spine, color drained from your face, and all you could hear were the loud thuds of your heartbeat.

They were right, you are a monster, was what his eyes were silently telling you. His eyes that dripped with nothing but disgust and hate.