My eyes, half open, lacks the vitality of life, and by my side is a sword currently imprint into the earth with a few cracks here and there. So, this is it huh? After a thousands of years  godhood, I reached the end, my end. It was tiring living in this world anyways, after reincarnation I can always just ascend to godhood again, however, I doubt I'll do that.

I spit out some of the blood that I've been trying to hold back, it kinda hurts my pride being a god dying like this. I wonder which will come first, me drowning in my own blood?  Or me dying because of the severe tragedy that occur to my body? At least I'm not the only who's dying. My ears perk up as I hear the crushing of rubble being step on. I tilt my head to the side - a slow and arduous task - and see a bloodied woman figure. Narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long, thin nose; her long, silky blond hair freely flow downwards towards the back, her complexion represents something similar to a ghost, which indicates that she is probably on her period..or on the verge of death - yeah, I'll go with the latter. 

Her name is Serene Jade. A god akin to me, and If I remember correctly, she is older than me about over a thousands years. A true grandma in my eyes, but I shouldn't talk since I'm over a thousands years old as well. 

She use her sword, stabbing the ground for balance and support, walking towards me with hallow eyes. From a far I can tell that she is using all her effort to walk, refusing to collapse on the ground. My vision turn into a blur, and I can't feel any part of my body leaving me even more venerable than before. I can hear Serene's steps crushing the fragile rubble, and right about now, I can see her blurred figure standing above me.

I cough, blood spurt, which means another inch of my life disappeared. I once ask some of the other older gods who'd been reincarnated dozens of times, did dying hurt? There were mixed responses but overall they all said that it hurt like hell, however, to me, at this moment all I feel is numbness, its not a good feeling nor is it a bad feeling... it's nothing.

I look up at the red sky above me. Truly it was a devastating battle between the two of us. This battle could be what the humans called an apocalypse. Luckily for the lower species, Serene and I decided to choose one of the planets without any life forms - I didn't really care but she demanded upon it. 

Why was we in a fighting? Simply because of our different in believes. I believe in chaos and destruction, so obviously I would do things to create chaos: making two empires go through an all out war or causing the demon race to run berserk, these are just examples - I did far worse. However my plans would sometime(always) be ruined by her, Serene, the believer of peace and justice, similar to those despicable summon heroes.  

So like that , year after year of continuous confrontations, we finally decided to end with a battle. The looser banish to the underworld, while the winner stay above, however that seem to backfire on the both of us. Since you know, we're both dying. It's funny, really.

Out the corner of my I can see a blur image of Serene's untied, black leather boots. Really, she should  tie her shoes, it bothers me.  I look up towards the sky, only to see her raised sword, most likely going to deliver the final blow. So the good always prevails over the bad, I thought the world was balance, yin-yang; but that isn't true, now is it.

I close my eyes, because I know my fate already decided my due date, and today is that day. Begging for my life?  I have too much pride for that! In fact, I should be exhilarated that she going to end it, end the feeling of being vulnerable and besides after I die she will as well. 

I wait, eyes shut and clench teeth, waiting for it to end. However, after a while I still find myself still breathing, still hearing the haggard breath of hers. Am I relieved? No, that isn't it. I'm angry, is she smirking? Mocking me? Is she thinking that this death of mines would be too lenient. 

I open my eyes and stare at the blur image of serene holding her sword... Could it be? She isn't dead right?  Really in that pose... tch I rather died in that pose than lay here dying,  looking worthless, and what if a wondering god find us dead in this sort of position. I would look like the weak defeated foe while she look like the savior of all worlds. 

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I can't let that happen. 

No, it will not happen! 

If only I can gather a little bit of mana and exploded her corpse to smithereens. Yes, that's it. I can feel the speck of mana gathering towards my finger, and soon enough, a descent amount of mana gathered there and with a stoned-hard will, I aim it towards Serene. However the next thing I know,  my whole hand was stab through by a slim sword.  Though my hand was stab,  I couldn't feel it, however  I do see the crimson red blood oozing from it akin to a broken dam. 

"B-bastard, you despicable bastard ," Serene says quietly. 

Hey hold on! What's up with all these 'bastards' in one sentence!? I'm dying here, and the last thing I want hear is some cursing me before I turn cold. I open my mouth and try to speak but a throbbing sensation spread throughout my neck preventing me from talking. 

I concentrate in my head to via communicate with her. "You- you're the bastard! The reason we're dying in this place is because of you! You, the peace loving bastard " I say, imaging myself pointing towards her. "You could've just let me be, but no, you wanted peace in this hell bent over world!"

"It was you who created chaos! It was you who kill millions of innocence individuals! To sacrifice myself for innocence I'll gladly volunteer!" shout Serene. Her voice became hoarse mid-sentence, she really was hanging on.

Though it felt like trillions of needles pricking at my brain, I still continue the conversation. " You think and act like fantasy hero, you're not righteous. You're acting righteous because you have something to hide! What did you do? Did you kill someone? Your parents? A innocence bystander?  -- " I pause, and smirk. " Or is that you destroyed a planet that withheld hundreds of millions of living beings?"

I can her breathe stop for a second, it seem that I was right. She feels guilty of destroying life, maybe it was doing her younger, wild years. And now that she is older, she wants to punish herself. She is weak. I don't like weak people.

I was once weak. It was at the start off my life, because my parents was too poor and needed money they sold me off to slavery when I was six, my body was weak and I wasn't smart so what use did I have? Just another mouth to feed. They kept my pet cat  before they kept me, their only son. 

It was then did I went through different types of situations: torture, being a sex toy, and love. Yes,  I was in love with a girl about the age of 18,  but fate can be cruel.  

She was sold off to another owner and I didn't meet her again until I was 26 years old. When I met her I gave her plenty of  yellow daises and a prayer and a confession I held deep in my heart. Our meeting place? Her grave. She has been dead ever since two months after we separated. It was because of suicide. It was because of her owner. It was because of lust. 

My mind wonders back to my current situation. Serene haggard breathe was all I can hear. "No, you're just corrupted, a living shell without return. You should be honored that I'll end it all and maybe the next to we meet you'll not forsaken the path of good. Yes, I killed millions of innocence lives, but I'm atoning for that now, and it will now end with you." she says, gasping for breathe.

"Maybe...maybe indeed we will meet and our next life, but if I do, I will get my revenge. I'll kill whoever walks in my way. I'll become the evil man that I'm today. I love chaos. I love death. I'm the god of chaos! And I will never divert from that path!" I roar my last words before her sword slices upwards, through my neck, and my vision turn completely black.

[Authors Note: Hello TheMartian here! First the schedule, I know many of the reader will ask about the schedule, and to be truthful, I don't have none. I go to school - highschool- and I'm a junior. Junior year of highschool is a busy year for students, especially for the one's on the border line GPA of a C+ average and B average ->(me)<-. As mentions early - if I didn't mention it, I'll mention it now. I want to be a novelist, a book writer, in the future. I came here to RRL to write and practice; and most importantly, to improve. So with that said, I want a lot of criticism about my work, rather if it's the grammar, or storytelling, or the characters - criticism them, if they need fixing. With that said and done, Author out!]