I’m back, did you miss me? ll Villain Playlist

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[adachii]

Timestamps!
*edit: apologies for the camera sounds in the middle of the playlist… when I edited this video I was unaware of it. considering I created this a year ago i’m probably not going to fix it, so sorry though!

00:00 Enemy-Imagine Dragons
02:51 Revived- Derivakat
05:25 End Of The World- Arcando, thatBehavior, Neoni
08:17 Darkside- Neoni
11:02 Bury Me Face Down- grandson
14:52 Play With Fire- Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money
17:51 Feeling Good- Michael Buble
21:48 Wolf- Arcana, Zack Merci
25:08 A Little Wicked- Valerie Broussard
28:28 Control- Halsey
32:09 I See Red- Everybody Loves An Outlaw
35:59 Madness- Ruelle
39:30 Darkside- grandson
43:18 Natural- Imagine Dragons

[Malicious_Spectrum]

*”Miss me?..”* It echoed through the hero’s ears.

“No.. I killed you! I saw you die!” The hero thought back to seeing the villain’s blood pooled around them.

*”Dead inside, maybe, but you can hear my voice very, very, clearly.”*

“How are you-“

*“Alive?”* It interrupted. *”Well, since you’re the one who dealt that ‘fatal’ blow, that cursed amulet of mine seemed to have transferred my consciousness into your mind.”*

The hero sighed deeply, a few tears streaming down their face in defeat. “I’ll never be able to get rid of you, huh?”

*”Nope. To be fair, I was never able to get rid of you, either.”*

“Ah. Well… We might as well learn to tolerate each other.”

There was a silence, before one of them finally spoke.

*”So, how have you been after our divorce?”*

[_freaky]

Love how this whole comment section is just filled with stories. Great to see people coming up with their own novels and spreading their imaginaton

[Miss_Tenebriss]

I expected this to be a normal villain playlist until revived came 😂I love that songggg

[TTLLY_AN_ANGL]

*"Did you miss me? Admit it, you missed me~"*

-Bill Cypher

[Saulbaq]

"They say every hero needs a villain. Well, I'm back to reclaim my role."

[JosieAndTheFurbs]

POV:

The ‘hero’ thought they’d won. But in their usual careless fashion, they hadn’t checked that you were really dead. They’d just left you there, bleeding on the hard, cold floor of that ballroom.

The cut felt really quite deep, a large slash right across your chest. A wave of defeat washed over your body, taking the form of pain more intense than a thousand cuts from that hero’s fateful blade.

Failure stung.

It truly did.

Your face went blank and you lay there. Still fully conscious and alive, but at first glance you wouldn’t look it. Maybe that’s what made them think you were dead, because they walked away soon after, with a smile on their face and a pocket full of lies that you knew they would use to justify their actions to the people who looked up to them.



*‘You’re nothing in the world’s eyes now. Accept it.’*

The voice in your head rung in your ears and spread through your thoughts like a wildfire.

But it was not the only one.

*’You will not let yourself die in this way. They will pay.’*

You liked that one more. It seemed more reasonable.


That pain of defeat drifted gradually away. All of a sudden that cut didn’t feel so deep.

You were the villain now.
But was that really such a bad thing?

You propped yourself up and realised that your thoughts had made it feel like you were lying there for ages. How long had it really been, an odd 30 seconds? You hadn’t bled out as much as you thought you would’ve for how long it felt, anyway. You reached for your bag and grabbed a rolled up bandage out of it. You unrolled it and manoeuvred it under your shirt, wrapping it almost too tightly around the slash on your chest. You felt a twinge of pain through the layers of bandage, but it felt strangely satisfying, almost good. Yes. Good. Despite your hate for the word and everyone who pretends to be it, you’d make an exception, for this time that word worked. It did feel good. You sighed a sigh of relief and tucked the bandage into itself, securing it. You smiled.


*’Go on, ’* That encouraging voice whispered again. *’Make them pay.’*

That, you knew you were going to do.

You grasped your sword, pulled it from your belt, and soaked in the sound of the freshly sharpened blade, as it dragged along the wooden floor. You heard your footsteps echo along the castle hallways, and you knew that very soon you would be standing in a pool of the ‘hero’s’ blood.

Hero.
Hero.
There is no such thing.



The only thing that defines a hero is whoever lives to tell the tale.

Edit- some of y’all liked this so here’s a continuation:


Still dragging that satisfyingly sharp blade across the cold floors, you walk over to the large, oak doors at the end of the castle hallways. You push one slightly open and slip out into the misty, lamp-lit town. You look up at the castle towering over you. No longer would the royals who lived in it tower over you, though. Or anyone else for that matter. Standing up to a royal have you a battle scar, though you have to admit, you did love the pang of ever so slight pain it gave you from underneath your bandages. It made you feel powerful in a way, to have survived.

You decided to leave your mark on the place. I great big slash across the wooden doors, to match your chest. You faintly smiled and turned away from the castle, muttering to yourself.

‘Pitiful tyrants, posing as saints. Acting like the blood on their hands has a reason to be there.’

You found yourself repeating the strangely reassuring words of the voice in your head. The same one that was pushing you onward.

Oh, who were you kidding? That voice was just the part of you that you’ve had to repress for so long, to hide your rage toward all who have wronged you. There’s no need to separate it from yourself now. You can admit that the voice is just yourself.

As you stepped out, the wind seemed to pick up. It felt crisp and cool as it blew against your face. The air was perfect for revenge. This was nice, but there was no time to soak it in. Now, where would they have gone? Where would a hero go to celebrate a death and lie about the reasoning?

You listened to your surroundings.
Music.
Distant murmuring.
The town square, of course. It sounded like the ‘hero’ had prepared a party. They must have gone to fight you with a promise of your death. You couldn’t think of another reason it sounded so planned, yet could have only started a few minutes ago.



You followed the sound of fresh chatter, and the light of the fiery street lamps, over to the centre of town, slipping just out of sight of the people to make sure you could have at least a slightly dramatic entrance.

The ‘hero’ must have done a very good job at convincing everyone that you were a terrible person, because the people all seemed so delighted that you were ‘killed’.
That joy would soon no longer be creeping on their faces.

It was time to find that royal ‘hero’ and see how they liked lying in a pool of their own blood.

It was time to make an entrance.


‘Sorry, I nearly missed the party. Too late?’

You stepped out of the unlit area of the street and into the town square, sword in hand and smile on face. Villagers hid into their houses and others were eager to continue watching, to see what happened next. An expression of both amazement and fear was painted on the hero’s face.

They started stammering.


‘But-...I-....You-...’


‘Died? I’m good at acting, aren’t I? Honestly, I thought you’d know more about fooling people.’



‘But, I-‘


‘Don’t deny it, dear. Why did you _really_ try to kill me? Now hold that thought, I don’t need to know it.’


You drew your sword and held it to their chest, smiling smugly, staring coldly into the soul of the hero.


‘Now, how do you feel about matching scars?’


Edit 2- Even more y’all

The ‘hero’ stepped back. They were shaking ever so slightly, you could see their sword jittering as they held it tightly in their hand.

‘What’s this? Our fearless champion, looking _afraid?_ Honestly, for how you paint yourself, that’s rather out of character.’

‘W-What? I’m not afraid! Even if I was, I know it’s for the good of things that you die, and I won’t hesitate to kill you!’

They swung their sword at your head, but you blocked their blow.

The fight begins.

‘Oh, please. You’ve been afraid of me since the beginning, I don’t believe you won’t hesitate. You hesitated the first time, and that caused you to not quite cut deep enough and, well, ’ you struck a rather dramatic pose, you were having fun with this. ‘Here I am.’

A few more villagers went away, in fear of what would happen to their hero, but some were glued there, eyes fixated on you, entranced by the fight. You felt special to have that effect of people.


‘S-So? I may hesitate, but I will do it! For the good of myself. For the good of everyone! You’re a terrible person, nothing but a villain and a threat to us all!’


You came to a stop. Your sword hung limply at your side. The ‘hero’ stopped with you. They never knew when to take an opportunity.


‘I’m the terrible person?’

You uttered it so quietly under your breath that only you and the ‘hero’ could hear it. You smiled in a pained, angry sort of way. You’d said it quietly, but soon that emotion bubbles up and out of your lungs again.

‘ _I’M_ _THE_ _TERRIBLE_ _PERSON?!_ ’


Final edit- Last bit in the replies cuz I couldn’t fit much lol


What was happening? You would usually keep your emotion on the inside, outbursts were not your style. But you just kept going....


‘YOU CAN’T CALL ME A TERRIBLE PERSON WITH ALL THE THINGS THE ROYAL FAMILY HAVE DONE. YOUR FATHER WAS A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A KING, WAGING WARS ON INNOCENT KINGDOMS JUST FOR MORE POWER, CONVINCING THE COMMON FOLK THAT HE HAD A REASON.
HE SMILED AND ACTED KIND TO US BUT ALL HE EVER DID WAS TAKE. HE HAD HIS DEATH COMING, I DON’T CARE THAT HIS BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS. YOU TOOK OVER AND WERE NO DIFFERENT. YOU DIDN’T GO AFTER ME BECAUSE I KILLED YOUR FATHER, BUT BECAUSE I POSED A THREAT TO YOUR REIGN. I COULD SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. IT HAS BEEN A CORRUPT REIGN, AND IT ENDS WITH THE DEATH OF YOU!’


You lunged at the ‘hero’, who seemed to be too taken aback to attack. All they could do was narrowly dodge. Though still seething on the inside, you calmed your external self down, which gave you a lot more room for ideas, and boy did you have the perfect one.


You dragged your sword along the path again as you walked, up and onto the stage that a band had previously been playing on at the very obviously pre-planned party celebrating your death. You picked your sword up and swing it over your shoulder. Using your free hand to beckon the ‘hero’ over.


‘What do you say we give them a good closing act?’

What other choice did they have?


They slowly paced up onto the main stage, trying to look as brave and heroic as possible. _Trying._ There was a glint in their eyes that gave their thoughts away. Their whole expression whispered ‘I’ve been caught out, and now I’m terrified’.


‘And so the end begins.’


It went on for as long as it possibly could have done. A constant mash of blood and attacks, the ‘hero’ seemed to be getting weaker each time, as they hit less each time, and when they did barely any blood was drawn.


‘Awe, is our saviour giving up? Have they _finally_ figures out the meaning of the word defeat?’


‘No...I won’t be defeated! I’ll make sure of it!’


‘Oh, dear...ignorance really is bliss, isn’t it? But remember that after ignorance comes realisation. The most agonising thing of all.’


Saying this, you grab them by their blood stained shirt, and press your sword against their throat.


‘Ladies and gentlemen, the grand finale!’

[neytiri.is.my.favorite]

I needed a playlist to get me in the "writing a villian" mood and I immediately clicked when I saw this! First enemy then revived!! Best playlist!<3

[aiko]

You know it's a good play list when Revived plays, like yay! Someone who actually knows and uses that song!

[k_ash]

4 of my favorite artists, and an absolute banger of a song I've somehow never heard of. This playlist is a 10/10 from me

[blushblossom]

*No one had seen her in months, only heard stories of her. And here she was, completely changed. She’d swapped her long hair for a black bob and her naive sparkle to a devil shine within her eyes. She was twirling a knife in her hand, threateningly.*

“Did you miss me?” She laughed.

The man who broke her couldn’t help but feel a shiver creep up his spine and his blood run cold from the monster he created.

[abbicaddo]

Thank you for including time stamps! Always the first thing I look for in playlists lol; great songs!

[kixque]

I dropped to my knees, my eyes wide.

His greasy looking hair was pushed back with his fingers. That slick slimey smile stretching across his face.

"Miss me?" He asked, with that too dark of a tone.

"But-But I did everything right! I found every key! I OPENED THE DOOR! What went wrong?!" I cried, staring as the door to the Demon world shut behind him.
He casually strolled over to me, bending down and cupping my chin softly.

"Contracts don't break just because I left, Darlin~" He then pouted softly, pulling me up a bit. "You really wanted me gone, didn't you?" He asked as tears welled in my eyes.

"I-I.." I don't know why I stuttered. All this time, I hadn't ever doubt what I wanted. This demon gone and out of my life, forever.

His smirk came back as a sick feeling dropped to my stomach.

"That's what I thought." He murmured before I felt his lips on mine.

They were...soft.

[philosopherkurdmuffins]

Thank you for putting songs that aren’t that common. I listen to a lot of playlists and their always the same songs

[jennifercollins]

Guess who's back? Back again? Adachi's back! Tell a friend! ;)

[wettowelggh]

Glad grandson is finally becoming more popular. He deserves the recognition

[ctktt]

This is what i wrote during the playlist :D :

The castle was bleak and empty. Cobwebs and an occasional piece of furniture popped up in rooms of the castle. Moei tightly gripped her weapon, a golden dagger decorated with ruby roses. Surely this place can't be the right place, right? It's dark and dank, you could smell the loneliness radiating from the walls.

As she walked farther and farther into the castle, she felt close to danger. She quickly turned around, dagger ready. A shadow of a person blocked the light from the castle's entrance.

“Well, well, well. Another thief, here to steal my possessions?” The shadow said, annoyance dripping from his voice.

“Wait, sir, I’m no thief!” Moei called out, hands shaking. “I’m here in need of help! The village-”

The man bursted out laughing. Moei couldn't help but feel mildly offended. “Dhyra needs help? Again?” The man laughed angrily. “The last time I helped that damned place I was exiled.” He walked closer to Moei.

“Why would I help my hunters, woman? Enlighten me.” The grin on his face turned into a frown. “Well? Go on.”

“Please! I’ll do anything! You don't even have to save the whole of Dhyra, just my children.” The mother begged, tears filling her eyes.

The man’s face softened with concern, but quickly hardened up once more. “You're not the only one who used tears for pity points.” He scowled, “Now, leave my sight or you'll end up like the beggars before you.” He walked by her, hand on his weapon.

Moei fell to the ground, grabbing the man’s cape. “Please…” Moei cried, her nose basically touching the floor. This stopped the man in his tracks. He turned around in surprise. The last person who'd touched him was… never mind that.

Moei prayed to any god listening as she felt her handful of cloth being ripped away. She shook with fear before she was greeted by a surprisingly soft hand on her shoulder. “Stand up.” The man’s voice was much softer, as if it was filled with cotton and honey. Moei looked up, the view of a beautiful man filled her eyes. “I’ll help you. Not Dhyra.” Moei immediately sobbed, hugging the dark soul before her. “Alright, alright.” The man said, slightly pushing her off of him.

As they both stood up, the man smiled and spoke once more. “I am Achilys Vos.”

“Moei de Laufen.” She said, wiping her face…

[KaraWilliams-gt]

“Miss me?”
“You…you’re supposed to be dead.”
“As you can see, I am not dead. Funny how that works doesn’t it.”
“Funny how what works?”
“Death.”

[FawnaFelt]

Ive never seen REVIVED in a non revivebur Playlist, that is very slay my friend :D

[Everyday_Random-xrxp]

i listen to this on repeat when I'm writing my novel. It's about some dude wanting revenge so this playlist is absolutely perfect for the vibe.