thethreetearedeye
September 10th, 2020, 06:54 PM
I've been working on a book series, and just finished book 8. The main villain of the story is always in the background and their perspective is view in the Epilogue of each story. In the past, they've dusted cops (literally turning them to ash), sucked the life from animals to fuel their life force (long story, the villain is a corpse animated by an ancient god trapped inside it), and when the main characters finally encounter him, the don't even defeat him. The villain sees an opportunity for cultivating the MC to its grand plan and leaves them be to return at a later date when his plan is ready.
This was all "Arc One" of the story. I've started the next Arc of the story line, and while this undead god is still the big bad of the series, the villain of this arch is a mimic that was supposed to replace the MC and steal her life. However, the mimic fails but again, the big bad sees potential use for the mimic.
The epilogues of Arc Two are from this mimic's perspective, and book 8 closes with the mimic meeting their god essentially.
The problem is, this mimic has developed a strong sense of self, which is useless to the god. In their interaction, I tried to make the god feel possessive and cold. While it would be in character for the god to outright kill a failure, it also finds the unique nature of the mimic's sense of self interesting and wants to manipulate that.
I just don't know if I've conveyed how evil the big bad is in the writing without making it super obvious. I'll include a excerpt so you see what I mean.
Any feed back is appreciated.
".... She could smell rot, the decay of meat so strong she could have gagged. But the stench ran deeper, as if the very essence of this man was rancid.
When the figure spoke, the words felt like knives in her eardrums.
“Now, is that any way to talk to your God? Kneel.”
Each syllable peeled apart her mind. The authority, the control, was undeniable. She collapsed to her knees. Her hands began to tremble. Never in her short life had she been so scared.
Unbridled joy and crippling fear overwhelmed her as the eight fingered stranger loomed over her. She couldn’t understand the conflict, her brain grappling with loose threads as the figure regarded her. Its gloved hand gripped her face, holding her chin roughly in its broad grasp. Cruel fingers dug into her skin, twisting her head so that the figure could inspect her left eye.
“I’m interested,” the figure said, “The Toad is much stronger than the last I checked on it. You were doomed to fail from the start. However, I’m fascinated by what you might accomplish. The circumstances of your creation are unique. You aren’t like my other mimics. Despite your failure, I believe I have some use for you yet. You have a new task.”
She nodded, her eyes streaming with soundless tears. She just wanted to be let go. The tips of the figure’s fingers hurt, even through the brown leather gloves. It was a touch that had never shown tenderness or love..."
This was all "Arc One" of the story. I've started the next Arc of the story line, and while this undead god is still the big bad of the series, the villain of this arch is a mimic that was supposed to replace the MC and steal her life. However, the mimic fails but again, the big bad sees potential use for the mimic.
The epilogues of Arc Two are from this mimic's perspective, and book 8 closes with the mimic meeting their god essentially.
The problem is, this mimic has developed a strong sense of self, which is useless to the god. In their interaction, I tried to make the god feel possessive and cold. While it would be in character for the god to outright kill a failure, it also finds the unique nature of the mimic's sense of self interesting and wants to manipulate that.
I just don't know if I've conveyed how evil the big bad is in the writing without making it super obvious. I'll include a excerpt so you see what I mean.
Any feed back is appreciated.
".... She could smell rot, the decay of meat so strong she could have gagged. But the stench ran deeper, as if the very essence of this man was rancid.
When the figure spoke, the words felt like knives in her eardrums.
“Now, is that any way to talk to your God? Kneel.”
Each syllable peeled apart her mind. The authority, the control, was undeniable. She collapsed to her knees. Her hands began to tremble. Never in her short life had she been so scared.
Unbridled joy and crippling fear overwhelmed her as the eight fingered stranger loomed over her. She couldn’t understand the conflict, her brain grappling with loose threads as the figure regarded her. Its gloved hand gripped her face, holding her chin roughly in its broad grasp. Cruel fingers dug into her skin, twisting her head so that the figure could inspect her left eye.
“I’m interested,” the figure said, “The Toad is much stronger than the last I checked on it. You were doomed to fail from the start. However, I’m fascinated by what you might accomplish. The circumstances of your creation are unique. You aren’t like my other mimics. Despite your failure, I believe I have some use for you yet. You have a new task.”
She nodded, her eyes streaming with soundless tears. She just wanted to be let go. The tips of the figure’s fingers hurt, even through the brown leather gloves. It was a touch that had never shown tenderness or love..."