Apprentice to the Villain

Apprentice to the Villain Plot Summary

Introduction

# Shadows of Devotion: When Loyalty Blooms in Darkness The morning Evie Sage answered a job posting for an assistant position, she expected filing and correspondence, not finding The Villain himself bleeding out in Hickory Forest with a magical frog perched on his shoulder. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Her father's mysterious illness was draining their family's savings, and even working for the kingdom's most feared man seemed preferable to watching her little sister starve. Trystan Maverine had built his reputation on fear and brutality for a decade, terrorizing nobles from his crumbling Massacre Manor deep in the forest. The last thing he needed was a cheerful assistant who hummed while organizing his correspondence and treated his severed head collection like quirky office décor. Yet something about Evie's unshakeable brightness began cracking walls he'd spent years constructing. King Benedict's obsession with an ancient prophecy would soon drag them into a web of magic and betrayal that would test not just their growing bond, but the very fabric of their world.

Chapter 1: The Villain's Unexpected Assistant

The scent of roses and vanilla cut through the metallic taste of blood in Trystan's mouth. He'd been ambushed by the king's men while conducting business in Hickory Forest, and now lay bleeding against an oak tree, his magical mist too weak to defend him. Kingsley, his oldest friend cursed into frog form, could only watch helplessly as Trystan's vision blurred. Then she appeared. Wild black curls framed startlingly blue eyes, her green dress covered in tiny flowers. She should have run screaming at the sight of The Villain himself, wounded and vulnerable. Instead, she knelt beside him without hesitation, pressing her wool scarf against his bleeding wounds with steady hands. "For the blood, Your Evilness," she said matter-of-factly, as if she encountered bleeding villains every Tuesday. Trystan stared in bewilderment. This had to be delirium from blood loss. No sane person would help him, let alone speak with such casual familiarity. "You're either very brave or very stupid," he managed to rasp. "I prefer 'optimistically reckless,'" she replied with a grin that could have powered the sun. "I'm Evie Sage, by the way. I saw your job posting." The absurdity of conducting an interview while bleeding out struck him as oddly fitting. Here was a woman who'd stumbled upon the most dangerous man in the kingdom and decided to apply for a position as his assistant. When she helped him back to Massacre Manor, chattering cheerfully about her qualifications while Kingsley held up encouraging signs, Trystan realized his life had just taken a decidedly unexpected turn. By week's end, Evie had reorganized his filing system, improved office morale, and somehow made even his hardened guards smile. She treated the manor's severed heads like an art gallery, complimented the pixies on their filing skills, and brought him perfectly prepared cauldron brew each morning with a skull drawn in the foam. Trystan found himself looking forward to her arrival, to her terrible jokes and infectious laughter, even as he told himself this was temporary madness.

Chapter 2: Capture and Sacrifice: A Deadly Masquerade

The trap came swift and brutal. King Benedict's men, led by the sadistic Otto Warsen, stormed the manor while Trystan was away. They found Evie in the gardens with her ten-year-old sister Lyssa, whom she'd been hiding from their father's increasingly erratic behavior. Warsen's orders were simple: capture the assistant alive, eliminate any witnesses. But Evie Sage had learned more than filing during her months at the manor. The dagger Trystan had given her for protection seemed to sing in her hand as Warsen advanced on Lyssa. The blade moved almost of its own accord, finding the soft flesh of his throat with surgical precision. As his blood painted the grass crimson, Evie felt something dark and satisfied unfurl in her chest. "Tell the king," she whispered to Warsen's dying form, "that his message was received." The Malevolent Guard found her standing over the corpse, Lyssa safely behind her, the dagger still dripping in her steady hand. Captain Keeley nodded approvingly as they mounted Warsen's head alongside the others in the manor's entrance hall. Evie had passed her first real test, but the cost was higher than anyone realized. When Trystan returned to find his assistant changed, harder, with shadows in her eyes that matched his own, he felt something crack in his chest. She'd killed to protect her sister, crossed a line she could never uncross. The guilt ate at him like acid. This was what happened to people who got too close to him. They became like him. The king's retaliation came through a twisted masquerade. Evie would fake her own death using a rare sleeping-death fruit, allowing her brother Gideon to smuggle her into the palace as evidence of The Villain's latest victim. The plan required perfect timing, but when the antidote was delayed, Evie found herself trapped in a glass coffin as nobles jeered at her supposedly lifeless form. Trystan, chained and powerless on the ceremonial platform, watched in horror as the woman he'd grown to love was displayed like a trophy.

Chapter 3: Prophecy Unveiled: The Race to Save Magic

When Evie finally awakened and crashed the king's party, her dramatic entrance atop the grand staircase sent shockwaves through the assembled nobility. The sight of the "dead" girl walking and talking shattered their preconceptions about The Villain's power. If he could raise the dead, what else might he be capable of? The battle that followed was chaos incarnate. Women throughout the ballroom shed their disguises to reveal Malevolent Guard uniforms, turning the elegant soirée into a war zone. Cream puffs became projectiles, crystal chandeliers crashed to the floor, and the king's carefully orchestrated propaganda event dissolved into humiliating defeat. But their escape revealed a darker truth. The ancient text of Rennedawn's Story had been dismissed as children's folklore for generations, but King Benedict's obsession with its prophecy ran deeper than anyone suspected. According to the legend, when the kingdom's magic began to fade, only a specific combination of elements could restore it: the mated guvres, creatures of pure fate; starlight magic wielded by one of the old bloodlines; and the unmasked villain whose dark heart might yet be redeemed. Benedict had spent years gathering these pieces. The guvres had been separated and held captive in his dungeons. Evie's mother, Nura Sage, possessed the rare starlight magic that could bend reality itself. And Trystan was the final component in a spell that would either save Rennedawn or destroy it entirely. The revelation came through intercepted correspondence between the king and his magical advisors. Benedict planned to complete the prophecy, but with a crucial modification. Instead of restoring the magic to the land, he would channel it entirely into himself, becoming a god-emperor with absolute power over life and death. The cost would be every other magical being in Rennedawn, drained to fuel his ascension. As Trystan and Evie soared through the star-filled night on the back of Fluffy the dragon, they both knew this was only the beginning. Benedict would not forgive this embarrassment, and his retaliation would be swift and merciless.

Chapter 4: Bonds Forged in Peril: Allies and Enemies

The map created from Nura Sage's letters led them to Heart Village, a neutral territory straddling the border between kingdoms. Here, among the canals and floating markets, Evie hoped to find traces of her mother's passage. But the village held its own dangers, from bridge creatures who demanded riddles for safe passage to the painful reunion with her cousin Helena, now running a failing theater. Helena's theater troupe, desperate for the bounty on their heads, captured them both in an elaborate scheme that was part kidnapping, part performance art. Locked in a flooding cellar beneath the playhouse, Evie and Trystan faced what seemed like certain death. The water rose around them as broken windows let in the canal's flow, and with no magic to save them, they had only each other. In those final moments, as death seemed inevitable, barriers crumbled. Evie's desperate plea for a kiss before the end revealed the depth of her feelings, while Trystan's agonized refusal showed the strength of his honor. He wouldn't take advantage of her fear, even if it meant dying with words unspoken. Only Kingsley's timely arrival, followed by Tatianna and Clare, saved them from drowning in more ways than one. The rescue revealed Trystan's magic behaving strangely, splitting between protecting Evie and fighting their captors. Half his gray mist coiled around her ankles like a living thing, responding to her presence in ways that defied explanation. The information they gathered painted a troubling picture. Nura Sage had passed through the village years earlier, broken and haunted, speaking of wanting to disappear entirely. She'd left behind only cryptic clues about returning to where it all began, to a friend who might offer sanctuary. The trail was growing cold, but it was all they had. Time was running out, and with each passing day, the kingdom's magic grew weaker while Benedict's power increased. Their escape from Heart Village came with the knowledge that someone they trusted had betrayed them, and that the careful distance they'd maintained was becoming impossible to sustain.

Chapter 5: Searching for Starlight: The Missing Mother

The cottage where Evie had grown up stood empty, a monument to a family torn apart by secrets and betrayal. Returning there with Trystan felt like walking through a graveyard of memories, each room holding echoes of the girl she used to be. But they needed to search for clues about her mother's mysterious friend, the one person who might know where Nura Sage had gone to ground. Their investigation was interrupted by the village's harvest festival, forcing them into disguises that felt more like armor than protection. Evie's silver wig and rabbit face paint transformed her into someone else entirely, while Trystan's wolf mask gave him the anonymity he needed to move through crowds that would normally flee at his approach. In the shadowed space between buildings, away from prying eyes, the careful distance they'd maintained finally collapsed. Trystan's confession that he'd seen her corpse, that he'd believed her truly dead, shattered the last of Evie's defenses. His anguish was raw and real, stripping away the villain's mask to reveal the man beneath. The kiss, when it finally came, was everything and nothing like she'd imagined. Desperate and tender, fierce and gentle, it tasted of longing and fear and hope all mingled together. In her childhood bedroom, surrounded by the ghosts of who they used to be, they discovered who they might become together. Trystan's careful control shattered like glass, while Evie's shy uncertainty bloomed into confident desire. But even stolen moments couldn't last forever. The sound of an intruder in the cottage below forced them apart, back into the roles of villain and assistant, predator and prey. Yet something fundamental had shifted between them. The masks they wore for the world no longer fit quite right, and the truth of their feelings had become impossible to ignore. The intruder proved to be a terrified villager who'd seen lights and assumed thieves had broken in. His panicked flight gave them the opening they needed to escape, but not before Evie discovered a crucial clue hidden in her mother's abandoned belongings. A fragment of a golden picture frame, etched with the Sage family name, pointed toward a local artisan who had crafted custom frames for Nura's art collection.

Chapter 6: Forbidden Desires: Hearts Behind Masks

The revelation that her mother might have been hiding in plain sight, sheltered by a family friend in their own village, sent shockwaves through Evie's carefully constructed understanding of the past. How many times had she walked past the very place where her mother sought refuge? How many opportunities for reunion had slipped by unnoticed while she grieved for someone who was closer than she'd ever imagined? But their investigation was cut short by the arrival of Valiant Guards, tipped off by villagers who'd recognized The Villain despite his disguise. The ensuing chase through the festival grounds turned celebration into chaos as Trystan's suppressed magic finally broke free, lashing out at anyone who threatened Evie's safety. The careful control he'd maintained for months dissolved in the face of mortal danger, revealing the true extent of his power. Evie's own abilities manifested in ways that surprised them both. The dagger at her side responded to her will like a living thing, while the scar on her shoulder glowed with rainbow light that seemed to enhance her natural instincts. She moved through the battle with deadly grace, no longer the cheerful assistant who'd stumbled into his world by accident. Their escape came at a cost. The village they left behind bore the scars of their passage, and word of their true identities would spread like wildfire. Benedict's manhunt would intensify, and the safe havens they'd once relied upon would become traps. The trail led them to the Fortis Family Fortress, a hidden sanctuary where magic bloomed in impossible gardens and plants danced with sentient joy. Rebecka Erring, the manor's stern HR manager, revealed herself as Rebecka Fortis, heir to one of Rennedawn's most noble bloodlines. Her family's fortress existed between worlds, accessible only through a golden key that unlocked reality itself. But the Fortis family harbored dark secrets beneath their colorful facade. Renna Fortis, Rebecka's mother, had been working with King Benedict to develop memory plants that could siphon magical power. She claimed noble intentions, but her methods reeked of desperation and betrayal.

Chapter 7: Collision of Worlds: When Barriers Fall

The Fortis family's betrayal cut deeper than any blade. Renna Fortis had lured Nura Sage to the fortress under the pretense of friendship, then used experimental memory plants to drain her starlight magic. The process had been agony. Evie heard her mother's screams echoing from the enchanted flowers that preserved the memory of that terrible day. "Your mother's starlight enveloped her," Renna whispered, holding out a vial of dark silver dust. "She screamed for mercy one moment, and in the next, this stardust was all that was left of her. I'm so sorry, dear one. She died." The words hit Evie like physical blows, each syllable a nail in the coffin of her hope. Her mother, the woman who had sung lullabies and painted flowers, had been reduced to glittering powder by the very friend she'd trusted. But even as grief threatened to consume her, another betrayal emerged from the shadows. Gideon, her beloved brother, confessed his role in their mother's downfall. King Benedict had used the boy's blocking magic to suppress Nura's power, claiming it was for her own good. The suppression had worked until one fateful morning when Gideon fell asleep early, and their mother's full power erupted in the dandelion fields, destroying everything in its path. The fortress's ancient magic recognized Trystan as a threat, and carnivorous vines dragged him into the Trench of Anguish, where destiny itself would judge his worthiness. Evie watched in horror as her employer disappeared behind stone walls, his screams echoing through chambers that had witnessed countless trials. Inside the trial of destiny, reality bent like heated metal. The creature showed Trystan every path not taken, every moment when kindness might have triumphed over cruelty. But the cruelest test came in the form of a false Evie, crafted from his deepest desires and darkest fears. When the impostor pressed her lips to his, Trystan recoiled. Even destiny's perfect imitation couldn't replicate the spark that ignited whenever the real Evie was near. The real Evie burst through the vision like a comet, her dagger glowing with protective magic as she fought to reach him. Together, they faced the creature's final judgment, and Trystan learned that his greatest test wasn't about conquering evil. It was about accepting that someone could love him despite it.

Summary

In the depths of her despair, Evie found an impossible truth hidden in plain sight. The crystal slab her mother had left behind wasn't just a memento. It was a piece of the sky itself, torn from the ceiling of the ancient cave where they'd first sought stardust. Deep in the earth, the daughter of wishing stars waited, her crown of clouds dimmed by the loss of her sky fragment. When Evie returned the missing piece, the creature wept tears of liquid starlight and revealed the ultimate truth: Nura Sage had not died but transformed, becoming a wishing star herself. The star descended in a whirlwind of light and shadow, its brilliance too intense to witness directly. When the radiance faded, Nura Sage stood before them, no longer the broken woman who had fled into the night years ago, but something transcendent and terrible. Her dress shimmered like moonlight, her skin glowed with inner fire, and her eyes held the wisdom of someone who had seen the world from the heavens above. Their reunion was bittersweet, tinged with the knowledge that their quest was far from over. The prophecy required four elements, not three, and Evie herself had been unmasked as the second villain whose blackened good heart would prove more dangerous than any ancient evil. As Massacre Manor prepared for the final confrontation with King Benedict, one truth emerged from the shadows like a blade drawn in moonlight. Sometimes the greatest act of love is becoming the monster the world needs you to be, even if it costs you everything you once held dear.

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Hannah Nicole Maehrer

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