'Life is like a drama. The world is the stage, People are actors, And God is the director.'

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Destruction…… despair……. Death.

The Sky shone red like a bright ruby, The scorched earth glistened like black obsidian, the mighty mountains lost their contour as destruction chipped away their body, and rivers cried black tears poisoning the land.

There laid hundreds of bodies of men and women of different species and factions, burned, mutilated, and decaying, and in the midst of all these clashed the last two swords.

One was a woman, golden hair that seemed to have replaced the sun in this accursed land, and a face that is so beautiful that it can dazzle a thousand hearts in one glance, her body was the epitome of perfection, like a perfectly crafted doll, her attire was a golden armor that was partially destroyed and there were bruises and the burn mark in her body but it could not dull her magnificence, nothing but the word 'Goddess' can describe her.

The other was a man, with hair as dark as the abyss and eyes that seemed to suck the light out, his face was sharp and chiseled, with a jawline that could cut glass, and his body was like that of a Greek god, sculpted to perfection. He exuded a menacing and demonic aura that made those around him shudder in fear even when he was sitting on a rock exhausted, and injured.

The man's obsidian eyes focused on the beauty in front of him. "You have survived my final attack, Hero. The victory is yours," his voice was deep as the ocean.

She stood there, her face etched with grief and guilt. "Is this what victory looks like?" she mused, her tone dripping with mockery.

He nodded. "Yes, this is what victory looks like – a costly one, but a victory nonetheless!"

She did not reply. Her gaze turned to the man in front of her – the person who took away everything she loved, ironically the one who she fell in love with. "Are you satisfied?" she asked. "Ever since we met on that mountain, this is all you talked about. The Great War that will shake the Heavens and Earth – you had your war. So tell me, are you satisfied?"

His lips twitched, but in the end, he found the right words to speak. "I do not have any regrets,"

His words were like sharp swords to her, cutting open old wounds deep inside her heart, "Not even for what you did to me? " her voice filled with discomfort.

He sighed, "Your king warned you!, your friends warned you!….. I warned you, that what you seeking from me is something I am incapable of giving"

"Why? I never wanted you to cleave the moon in two. All I yearned for was for you to abandon this fake facade of being a Demon King, and embrace a life with me as a family." Tears streamed down her face as she argued, "We could have escaped from all of this, exchanged vows, and grown old together... we could have forged a blissful life. That's all I desired, to be by your side." Her final words hung in the air as she knelt before him, her eyes brimming with sorrow, and her captivating countenance marked by torment and anguish. "Even now, I am prepared to relinquish everything to be with you. So why do we have to end it like this?"

Her words brought a wry smile to his lips, he brought his right hand to her cheeks, slowly caressing them "I am a Demon King, Aurora, splitting the Moon is a much simpler task for me" he childishly remarked, which did not soothe the Hero before him, so he slowly stroked her head, "I did not choose to be a Demon King, neither did you choose to be a hero, it was fate's will, and the destiny of Hero and Demon King is to be each other demise because that's how fate crafted it to be, no matter what choices we make this is the ending we will come to because that is also what the fates wills."

He took a breath looking at the red sky, "You see for no matter how powerful we became, in the end, as long as I am the demon king and you the hero, we both will always be the puppets that fate strings, to move as those strings command us to move"

A pregnant silence was born. The undeniable truth started to sink into the mind of the Hero, that the love she has cannot be fulfilled

He heard her mutter, "You're right, we could never be together in this life"

With lightning-fast speed, she suddenly slashed her hand, tearing through his skin, shattering his bones, and piercing his heart, leaving him gasping for air. "Let us be together in a life where you are no longer the Demon King," she whispered into his ear. Blood gushed out from the wound she inflicted, and with a swift movement, she cradled him in her lap. "After I put down the mantle of the Hero, I will find you, and we can finally be together," she promised.

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"And if fate tries to deny me again, I will sever her strings and hang her with them," she vowed.

The Demon King coughed up blood, his vision starting to blur. He knew he was dying, "Auror…" He whispered her name, his voice barely audible, and reached out to touch her face one last time

Aurora looked at him with tears in her eyes, regret and sorrow filling her heart. She had never wanted to hurt him, but she couldn't bear the thought of being his enemy in every life they lived. She had to find a way to break the cycle of fate and be with him, even if it meant taking drastic measures. As the Demon King's life slipped away, Aurora knew that this was their final moment together. She gazed at him with tears streaming down her face, feeling a deep ache in her heart.

Aurora brought his hands to her face and leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft and tender kiss. At that moment, nothing else mattered except for the two of them, wrapped up in each other's arms.

As they parted, tears streamed down Aurora's face as she whispered her final goodbye."I promise I will find you, no matter where you may be. I will find you!"

*****

In a realm beyond the constraints of time and space, where reality and fiction blend together, there exists a library unlike any other. This extraordinary place defies imagination and is a haven for books of all genres and languages. These are no ordinary books, as each one holds within its pages a story of a world - a world that may flourish, a world that may falter, a world teeming with vitality, or a world steeped in darkness. These books are gateways into a multiverse, a representation of worlds that stretched across the multiverse

This library is not merely a collection of books, but a portal to countless realms waiting to be explored, inhabited, and overseen by beings who surpass even the mightiest of Gods in existence. Its shelves seem to stretch into infinity, and it beckons those who dare to step into this wondrous space to embark on an adventure of a lifetime

But in that library where even Gods could not stand, stood a mortal, a mere human waiting to be judged, and that was me.

As if waking up from a deep slumber, I opened my eyes gently after giving a glance at my surroundings, I looked at the distant clouds, "Do not make promises that you cannot fulfill, You silly child" I muttered with a little hinge of sorrow. "Goodbye Aurora" with a final farewell, I walked back inside the library.

The moment I stepped inside, the very air seemed to shift and quiver with a strange energy, as if the fabric of reality itself was being stretched to its limit. Suddenly, a voice spoke to me, a discordant chorus of whispers that seemed to emanate from all around me.

"The unfulfilled love of the Hero and a farewell filled with sorrow, the ending was truly sad."

I found myself speaking without thinking. "But it is better than the original ending where the Hero falls into the darkness and destroys the world," I retorted.

"That is true," Voice replied with a solemn tone "Few lives and a love were sacrificed to save a billion lives and a world, that is a good deal, so I acknowledge that you have completed the job, tell me what reward do you want?"

The air around them was thick with anticipation as I stood tall and unwavering. With a clear and precise tone, I spoke my answer, "Freedom."

My answer hung in the air, echoing through the vast chamber. The Voice regarded me for a long moment, its expression inscrutable. I stood with my head held high, my gaze unwavering as I waited for the Voice's response.

The chamber was silent, save for the soft rustle of my Robes as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The air was thick with anticipation as if the entire room were holding its breath, waiting for the Voice to speak.

Finally, the Voice broke the silence. "Freedom, I see. I did promise you that I would give you your Freedom after you rewrite 100 stories and save 100 worlds. But the last time I checked, the number of worlds you saved was 99... That is one world less, mortal."

This was it. With a determined expression on my face, I replied "Yes, that is why I wanted to request something. My next world, after I save it, let me stay there"

The Voice fell silent again, its gaze intense and scrutinizing as it considered the figure's request. The weight of the decision hung heavily in the air as if the fate of the universe hung in the balance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Voice spoke. "Your request is not one to be taken lightly. To stay in a world after saving it is a rare privilege, one that has been only granted to Heroes. It is a choice that cannot be undone, and the consequences of such a decision must be carefully considered."

As soon as I heard the response, a strong sense of anger and frustration surged through my mind. My eyebrows furrowed, and I clenched my jaw but I was quick on calming his outburst, I did not want my rage to blind me at this moment.

"Haven't I said enough farewells," I muttered, my voice was heavy with emotion,

The Voice regarded him for a long moment, its expression unreadable. Finally, it spoke. "Very well," it said. "I will grant your request." Suddenly a book appeared before me out of nowhere.

"The Legends of Seira, it tells the story of a world that was ravaged by the hands of Demons before finally falling, multiple Heroes tried to save this world but couldn't, this will be your next task,"

"Heroes? Plural?" I inquire.

"Yes, four to be exact both natural and summoned, read the book. You will understand"

The book floated into my hands as I gave a nod and opened it. Suddenly, it came to life; the pages emitted an otherworldly light, and I felt a surge of energy pass through my body. However, I felt no sense of awe or wonder, having done this before

Instantaneously, I knew everything there was to know about Seira - its past, people, future, and the lives of the Heroes who tried and failed to save it. As the last vestiges of knowledge were absorbed, the book disintegrated into particles of light that faded away into nothingness.

"Origin Shade, " I muttered, Guessing the identity of the perpetrator for the destruction of Seira

Then, the voice asked me, "Are you ready? "

I stood firm and gave a determined nod in response to its question. "Yes,"