“Such a pain in the arse” frowning deeply, I mutter to no one in particular.

Right now, a despondently cliché setting is being played out before my eyes. To make it worse, I’m stuck as the lead antagonist in this farce of a “Grand Finale” to the story of the everlasting battle between the forces of “Good” and “Evil”.

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Built in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by tremendous and devastating volcanoes and barren wastelands, proudly stands a colossal obsidian black castle with an unreasonably grotesque design and a sinister aura.

The largest room of the castle, the audience hall, contains a majestic throne of the same obsidian black color as, essentially, everything else inside the adobe of a malicious being.  A being so ambitious, that it aims to dominate everything under the sky. A being so powerful, that everything under the sky cowers before its ambition. A being so demonic, that it’s believed to be the personification of the world’s “Evil” in flesh and blood. A being, titled - the “Demon Lord”.

Giving of an air of arrogance, the “Demon Lord”, inspects his uninvited guests with mild interest. A group of two young men and three young females, not one of them older then seventeen years of age, have infiltrated his castle, cut their way through his minions and made it all the way to his audience hall. One of the young men steps forward from his group.

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With short golden hair, azure blue eyes, flawless facial features, down in a radiating silver armor and wielding a sword of light. Staring at the Demon Lord, his expression is filled with disdain and anger, taking a second to hold his emotions in check, the young man speaks up “My name is Lance, I’m a Hero from another world, blessed by the Goddess, supported by my companions, trusted by humanity…etc...

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And after that the guy (Lance) just never stopped talking about how good is he, how I’m a vile being and some such things.  Regardless, what am I doing, wasting my precious time on a retard like that? Well… It’ll be best if I’ll just tell everything from where it started

Between, my name is Marcus and this is my story.

AuthNote:  I’m not sure what exactly did I just write but anyways... comments and suggestions are welcome!

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