I Am The Game's Villain - Chapter 607 607: [Memories of Samael Eveningstar] [1]

It was a place that defied the ordinary—a sanctuary carved from the dreams of gods and stars, awash in a luminous, shimmering white. Everything about it glowed softly.

The sky stretched endlessly, blanketed in a gentle, milk-like white—not oppressive, but light and serene. Floating through that sky were creatures, strange and beautiful, like butterflies from another world. Their wings glinted in every color imaginable, fluttering slowly through the air as though time itself had slowed down just to watch them dance.

The landscape below mirrored the sky’s beauty, a breathtaking mixture of rolling golden grasses and elegant white-peaked mountains. Each rod of grass shimmered faintly, and the mountains majestically stood like guardians.

At the very summit of the highest mountain, nestled into a soft patch of grass, lay a man.

But not just any man.

His presence alone bent the atmosphere around him, the way sunlight bends through glass. He looked to be in his twenties, with a body lean and defined—not bulky, but sculpted in the way marble might dream of being shaped. His skin was an otherworldly alabaster, smooth and pale, with threads of golden veins running across his arms, down his neck, and disappearing beneath the fabric of his clothing. Those golden veins pulsed gently with each breath, like rivers of light under his skin, one of them curling up delicately to the corner of his right eye.

He lay with his hands folded behind his head, gazing into the endless whiteness above. His eyes, a pure and deep violet so dark they seemed to swallow light, reflected nothing—not even the strange sky they stared into. His face bore no expression, not a single ripple of thought or emotion. He looked peaceful, detached, like he belonged to the mountain as much as the sky did.

Then, a shadow broke through his vision.

Soft strands of lavender hair tickled the side of his face, carried by a gentle breeze. A face leaned over him, radiant and divine, as breathtaking as the world around them. Her beauty wasn’t just physical—it was celestial, the kind of beauty that couldn’t belong to anyone mortal.

“I knew I’d find you here, Samael,” she said, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile.

Samael’s gaze shifted slightly, drawn not by surprise but by familiarity. He looked into her eyes and muttered.

“Sia.”

She knelt beside him, the hem of her robe brushing the grass. “Let me guess… you fought with Eden again. Or was it Lucifer this time?”

Samael sat up slowly, resting one hand on his bent knee.

“Neither,” he replied shortly.

Sia settled next to him. “Then why come all the way out here?” She asked, glancing around their mountain-top sanctuary. “To our favorite place?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he looked outward, his eyes following a flock of white birds as they soared through the air. They wheeled and circled in silence, like ghosts of something long forgotten.

Sia’s smile lingered, touched by fondness and a hint of something deeper. She knew this man better than anyone alive—or perhaps even dead. And because of that, she knew exactly how to make him speak when he didn’t want to.

“Do you remember, Mael. The day we found this place?”

Samael’s eyes flickered—just barely—but he didn’t speak.

Sia giggled softly. “We were running away, remember? After you laid Gabriel flat. If I hadn’t dragged you off, you’d have stood there all stone-faced with that terrifying expression of yours… and it would’ve turned into a full-blown war.”

A small breath left Samael’s lips, not quite a sigh. “You shouldn’t have stopped me. He needed to learn his place.”

“Gabriel can be… a bit much, I admit,” Sia replied, tugging gently at his arm, her fingers warm against the fabric of his sleeve. “But you didn’t need to go that far. Still—if we hadn’t run, we never would’ve found this place, would we? Maybe it was worth it in the end.”

Samael’s gaze dropped slightly, shadowing under his lashes.

“…Eden’s been chosen,” he said quietly. “He’s to rule this world.”

Sia nodded, her expression softening as she looked out across the golden hills. “We all knew it would be him. Your older brother always carried that weight like it was stitched into his bones. I’m glad for him, truly. He deserves it. I just hope he doesn’t lose himself beneath the burden.”

Samael’s fingers curled into a loose fist.

“You’ll be his Altara.”

At that, Sia’s eyes widened slightly, like something long unsaid had finally landed. She blinked, as if only now understanding the true meaning behind Samael’s mood.

“We’ve known this for a long time, haven’t we?” She said gently. “We Khaos Princesses were born to guide Ymir’s Kings. It’s our purpose—our design. But that’s all it is, Samael.”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, the silence stretched.

Th𝘪𝖘 ςh𝕒p𝘵𝗲r 𝒾𝗌 p𝑜𝙨†ᥱⅆ bƴ 𝗞𝗂ƚ𝓮𝕟𝖔𝗏ɛ𝗹

Sia reached for him. Her slender fingers wrapped around his hand and gave it a firm, comforting squeeze.

“There’s nothing more to it, Mael,” she whispered. “We were never meant to feel love. It’s not in the order of things. And yet… here I am. Still with you. Always with you. No matter what role I have to play beside Eden.”

She paused, her voice growing more serious despite the positive smile she was wearing.

“A world needs two Stars to guide it. To hold it steady. But you—” Her eyes searched his face—”You are the star I chose in my heart. That will never change.”

“…Nothing more to it,” Samael echoed, finally lifting his eyes to hers.

Sia beamed a bright smile.

“Nothing else,” she said, before leaning forward and brushing her lips shyly against his.

Then she leaned back, eyes dancing playfully. “We can still see each other, you know. As often as we like. Unless, of course, Nemes gets greedy and hogs you all to herself. She is your Altara, after all.”

“I don’t like it,” Samael muttered. “Astra and Altara, these pairings… they should be chosen, not assigned. It’d be more efficient. More… honest.”

Sia tilted her head, her lavender hair swaying with the motion. Her voice dropped to a softer note. “If that were the case… would you have chosen me, Mael?”

She looked at him for only a second before dropping her gaze, the blush in her cheeks rising like morning light.

“Because I… I would’ve chosen you as my Astra.”

“You have always been my Altara,” Samael said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked ahead.

Sia beamed and wrapped her arm around his. “Then let’s do our best, Samael. I’ll support Eden with everything I have, and I know Nemes will do the same for you. Harivel will help Luci. Together, we’ll fulfill our duty and make Ymir—and Father—proud.”

Samael glanced at her glowing face. The shadows that had gripped his heart moments ago began to dissolve under her light.

Just a little time with Sia… and everything dark inside him faded away.

“All I need is you,” he whispered, gently cupping her cheek.

Sia looked up. She closed her eyes slowly, her lips parting slightly.

Samael leaned in, brushing his lips softly against hers. He took her hands in his and laid her down gently beneath the sky, where stars shimmered like silent witnesses. That night, the two of them shared another moment of bliss beneath the heavens.

***

“Hey!”

“…!” I jolted awake. Roda’s face hovered above mine, her eyes filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” She asked, her gaze flicking over my body. I was soaked in sweat, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heartbeat thundered in my ears—and likely in hers too, considering her sharp senses.

“Ah… ah…” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

What… was that?

I stared at my hands. For a moment, they felt like someone else’s—Samael’s hands. The sensations, the emotions, that night… it was all too real. Too vivid.

My face ignited with heat as the memory of the kiss, the soft touches, returned in full.

“You sure you’re okay?” Roda asked again, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“…!” I flinched at the touch. My body felt overly sensitive—like every nerve was on edge.

Roda narrowed her eyes in confusion. “You’re burning up…”

“I—I just need some fresh air,” I mumbled, pushing aside the sheet covering me.

But the moment I did, Roda froze.

I followed her gaze—and then froze too.

There was no denying the very obvious… reaction in my pants.

“…”

“…”

Roda’s eyes widened the moment she caught sight of it, and her entire face flushed crimson.

She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again—only to glare at me in silent judgment.

“It’s just… morning wood! I didn’t dream about you! Stop looking at me like that!” I blurted, voice cracking somewhere between embarrassment and desperation.

“Riiight…” She said slowly, clearly unconvinced. “I… I’ll wait outside. Take your time.”

Take my time for what?!

I scrambled out of bed and practically ran into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind me, I turned the cold water on full blast and stepped into the shower.

I needed to cool down—not just the heat between my legs, but the storm of emotions inside me.

“Damn it…” I groaned, slamming my fists gently against the tiled wall.

What the hell was that?

No… it wasn’t just a dream. I could feel it. It was too vivid, too raw. This had to be a memory—Sloth’s memory. It had that same eerie clarity, like I had lived it myself.

But still…

“S… Sia…” I whispered.

Her name slipped from my lips like a confession.

The warmth, the affection, the aching tenderness—none of it belonged to me. And yet… it did.

These feelings weren’t mine.

So why the hell did they feel so real?

Why did they hurt?

I didn’t like this at all.