Imagine that you were born in a world where magic was real, where knights rode though of endless plains, to war, to glory.

Where dragon’s runs rampant and what you fight was not human, not even a beast of a monster, but fear itself DEMONS! Spawns born from fear and hate, nightmares given flesh, and the worst of it, the demon lord, a threat not only to humanity but to the world. Whit endless greed and an immortal soul every time it was defeated, it will just return again, many years after his demise, if they were lucky, just a few if they were not.

Just hundred years have passed from his previous reincarnation but he was back again, the world had yet to heal the wounds that he left not just in the people but in the land, scorched land, burned forest, poisons lakes, they may have won the last war, but famine was upon them, how they will win when the enemy was not only immortal, but eternal. They were not battling a demon, they were fighting a god.

How will they defeat it now, the humans where still weak, the elf's where still mourning the death of its kind, almost driven to extinction, they could not fight, maybe they world whit the hundred or so that where left, a last war, not for glory, but for vengeance their kingdom in the trees was burn, and so whit it their hope.

In this broken world that need a hero, he was born, and he take this task, before the demon lord could regain all his powers, before he could amass an army, the life of the demon lord needed to be taken, all his life, he train for this, not just fighting but magic, he was born to a destiny that will reach the heaven itself, he was to end ones for all, the reign of terror of the demon lord for good.

And so, he was remember, the one that kill the demon lord, the hero of the world, songs where written for him, he was a legend. ¿But how he did it? No one really knew, some fear that the demon lord will rise again, but he never did.

But little did they know the surprise that the gods had given to the hero. How will they had known? The demon lord, will live till he had eight teen years old before his powers awaken, and only the will now of it, because he was the hero of the world, chosen by the gods to slain the monster. He who has been given the sword of destiny, that thirst for the blood of the demon lord, and was able to track him down, but only the carrier will know of it.

But who had thought that the demon lord, was the princess of the kingdom of men, and she was his only friend, his love. What would he do?! He was the hero, he had to slain her

He was chosen as the hero before even he was born, train almost to death, given a sword before he learn to walk, learned to chant a spell before he knew how to spell his name. Rob of his parent for his mission, in this world, the only one that have given a reason to smile was a small girl, just two years younger than him, the girl this cursed sword told him to kill.

He first denied that was possible, but he could not ask anyone, if he do, they will know that the demon lord has come back, and even if it was a princess the world will hunt her down, the world will kill her.

So he chose to protect her, not telling anyone that she was the demon lord, how could she be, she was just a sweet girl.

But it was just not that easy, the sword wouldn’t let him, the sword would speak in his dreams, “let me drink her blood”, “let me cut her”, and “she is the demon lord”. He was tired, sleepless night were upon him, but soon it was not  enough the voice of the sword will now not wait him to sleep, but at all times was calling to him, begging for her blood, ordering him to kill her.

Then the pain started, even after the locked down the sword, the pain nor the voices stop. Every day it was a battle to resist the sword, every day he thought he will not resist, thankfully the princess couldn’t see him, to protect her, he go in a journey, that was later call the path of the hero, where he learned the ways of the world and put to practice his skills.

Nothing more far from the truth, he was putting distance between the princess and him, yet they were always close, the ring that the princess had given him, could be used to call her, to hear her voice, so even if he was far, his hearth always remains whit her, as his thoughts.

He fear what the sword may make him do, so he was trying to get the sword as far as the princess as he could, fearing what the sword may make him do. More that once he had woken riding on his horse to the castle, more than once, he had seal the sword, only to find it in his hands.

And so he chose to run, putting the mayor distance that he could between the princess and him. He left his aids, his companions, he even only keep his horse, and rode it to the ends of the world, hopping that he could escape the shadow of a destiny that fell upon him.

But all end the day of her eighteen birthday.

The months before it, he was riding like a madmen to the castle he didn’t know why, and he couldn’t stop it, the was like in a trance, he could not control what he did but he saw everything, he rode and he rode, faster and faster he didn’t know how his ride resist, maybe it was like him controlled by the sword, and in the same day that the princess was born, he arrived to the castle, to end her life.

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She was so happy, and he was going to kill her, he grab the dammed sword, whit his right hand to unsheathe the sword, when suddenly his left hand grab the blade of the sword, cutting in to his flesh, and the pain, returned to sanity, breaking the control of the sword.

The princess didn’t seems understand what was happening but when she saw his blood, she immediately grave his hands to apply some healing magic but he stop her, he needed the pain and he needed to be clear headed.

and he needed to be clear headed. She looked at him whit a puzzled expression and he smiled at her, and almost whit out noticing he kiss her forehead, to what she got so red, and then he smiled at her, she punch him, in the stomach in revenge and escape.

He thought that she was gone when she turn back and looked at him whit a pained expression, his alright she says. Did she know that he was there to kill her?

She give him and awkward smile and then she left.

When he saw her go, whit her clean white dress, like a lovely bride, he couldn’t help to smile, but the voice of the sword start to calling to him again and his consciousness appeared to be fading he made his choice, he will die for his love, he will kill himself.  

So he grab the dagger he always carry on his belt, and point hit to his stomach to stave himself he know that this was right, he prefer to die that to kill her.

But before he could push the dagger into his stomach, a piercing scream was heard and then all became black, he was blinded.

He heard screams, he was running, fighting, but he didn’t see anything, he was unaware of what was exactly happening but he know that he have to wake up, so whit the sheer strength of will grab his dagger ones more, and stave himself in the leg over the knee .

They pain had awoken him and then he saw, his love. She was standing by the corpse of her beheaded father his limbs where all bend in strange angles, and was missing its head.

Then he realize that the thing, that was betweenher hands was the head of her father and she was speaking to it! To the dead head of her father! And the head was still screaming, a shattering scream while she dug her thumbs in his eyes.

The hero was seeing this dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe what his eyes saw, his princess, his friend, his love, had become a monster, he had let her. He could have stop her, but he had let her became this.

And still after see what she became, he love her, and thus he must kill her, and then he will kill himself.

He grab that dammed sword, and trust it to his love, just in the moment that she turn and drop the head, she was so lovely, even as a monster, her beautiful silky blonde hear was now made of snakes and her clear blue eyes, were now like the ones of a reptail.

Yet even whit all the changes her smile was the same, for a moment he was in a daze, taken a back by her smile. But then her beautiful face was contorted whit pain, while the sword pierced her.

But even with the pain she smiled, and cares his face. This is a strange destiny that we have – she says. You always the hero, and I always the monster, would you believe me if I tell you that I did it for you?

But don’t worry my hero –she told the hero. I did it, we don’t have to repeat it again, this is the last time that you need to kill me.

He looked at her puzzled, he didn’t understand her. And then he remember it, eons before they were curse by the gods, they were humans and she was my wife, the god of the sea fell in love of her beauty and try to take her whit him. But she didn’t want to go and he would not let him take her. And so he cursed them for defying a god, her for denied him, and him for pointing my sword at him.

She was curse, to in every reincarnation, born whit a beauty that could even bewitch the gods, only to lose it when she turn eighteen and became a monster that was to be killed.

And him, he cursed me to kill his wife with the sword that he point to a god. This dammed sword, was the tool he use to make him kill her, every time the sword will drink her blood, every time it will force him to kill her.

But that was not all, no, that was just the beginning, you see, it wasn’t enough that I had to kill my wife every time I reincarnated for the rest of time, no he want me to know it, every time I killed my wife, I will remember it, all of it, driven to insane from the gilt I will kill myself again and again and again for eternity.

And her, she will remember all of it, every life, she will know that he came to kill her, every life she will remember everything.

The legend says when the hero, saw the monster he turn to stone while his words took the life of the demon lord, but strangely, she was turn to stone to, and she was smiling, while the face of the hero was nothing but grieve.

Little did he know, that he should be smiling, she after all, told him she had make, this was the last time, that they will have to play this sick game. She told him didn’t she? She told him that this was the last time.