You were not known, but you were given the power to create magic. Not like them that obey the world to have power, no, you are more. You disobey the world, bend its laws according to your imagination. You’re too capable, that the rulers of the world were afraid of you.

Lucien, the power bestowed on you didn’t corrupt you. You used it to destroy the demons running rampant in the world. You’re too pure of intentions that you gave pity, a chance for the demons to redeem themselves. But you eventually realized that they are by nature, malevolent, capable of doing things you couldn’t stand to witness. You did what you should, you destroyed them along with the ruler that governed them.

And your greatness didn’t stop there. You want everyone to live in harmony. You neglected the world’s conventions. You didn’t accept the separation of races, and so you wished to unite them. One world as one community became the aim of your person.

The people didn’t accept your ideals at first, but your kindness was way too bright that the people’s mind got illuminated by your vision. You loved them, and you were loved back. With how much compassion you delivered, I wonder, did you ever get tired?

Soon, you achieved your difficult ambition, and for that, the people exalted you, you became the sun to them. You didn’t accept their praises, you were just a humble man. You did what you thought is right. You were tired, but the world became at peace, so you didn’t notice your well-being.

But, even someone as great as you didn’t escape reality. You were not liked by everyone. The rulers were envious to the feat you did, and especially, the admiration that their people have on you. In their minds, no one should be exalted by their own people equal to how they are praised. How much evil is it then, to see someone getting so much admiration that the people worship him?

“Unacceptable”, the voices inside the rulers’ heads echo. They wouldn’t stand by it, rejecting your ideals, even if they sacrificed the welfare of their people. You must be eliminated, that’s all that matters. Your destruction will give them joy.

So they colluded among themselves, spreading false information about your inner malice. But the people didn’t listen, much to the dismay of the rulers. They thought of killing you, but it’s a plan with such an outstanding flaw. For you transcended among every being. No one can harm you, as much as no one can kill you.

Still, they tried to figure out how to do the impossible task. Then, one day, an idea came to their minds. They thought it good to use you, and your gift. With haste, they arranged everything there is to be done, and called you to their domain.

You accepted their request. You had the idea that they will give you praises and presents, and even though you didn’t want to receive extravagant gifts, you still saw the rulers as the rulers they are. You obeyed not out of excitement, but of duty to obey the rulers of the world. You refused to acknowledge the growing turmoil inside you. It will pass like a smoke, at least for you.

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And your eyes were opened to the truth. You were loathed by the rulers, as they shower you with hurtful remarks, claiming you wished to become far greater than them. Your tyranny is what they voiced, your confused as to where their judgements came from. You tried to calm them down, but your voice was not heard, your reason didn’t travel to their ears. You felt anger for the first time, as you feel it unjust that you were accused of wickedness. And, Perhaps your burdens finally got to you, you feel irritated, wanting to silence the squabble.

Yet, you managed to not listen to the growing anger within you. You desired peace, even among the people that resent you.

Now, if you didn’t desire that they accept you, eager to save the peace you work hard getting, your life might have been peaceful until your natural end. But you looked at the people in your mind, as they are joyful, living in some hardships, but peaceful nonetheless. You were blinded by your self imposed duty, just as you blind the people of your kindness. So you listened and obey the commands of the rulers.

You wanted to appease them, so you gave the gifts they wanted, gifts of great powers, powers equal to what you had created. You gave them greatness, greatness surpassing their rulership. And so, if corrupted minds were to be given power, corruption emanates, poisoning everything without regard. You became the victim of your misplaced trust.

They loathe you, so they grabbed the chance you had given them to kill you. You didn’t have the time to see through reality. They were able to destroy you.

As the last sight you saw were sinister smiles, you began to contemplate.

‘Why? Why did this happen to me?’

You’ve been too kind that the rulers didn’t recognize your power.

‘What did I do to deserve this?’

You trusted the people you shouldn’t trust.

‘Am I.. am I dying?’

It depends on your choice, you have the power to decide.

In your seconds of living, you began to cry. Then it was changed by the visions of the people you helped. You’re strange as you started smiling. At first you feel as though you’re satisfied.

But your mind wanted you to act within reason, so the blissful sight you saw were washed by the blood coming from you. Your kindness became regretful. Your regrets became resentment. Your resentment became loathing. Your loathing stayed, and became your driving force.

As the last remains of your body fall into nothingness, the last cinders of your life escaped, and wandered. It has its darkness fighting over your remaining light.

What had happened to you? Why did you let corruption get to you? Will you act on vengeance? Seek the lives of your cruel masters?

How about the people? Would you let your light be extinguished? Will you fall on darkness too?