Originally Written 2020

Prompt: the Dark Lord had killed almost everyone, even the Hero. The final party member stood in the chamber alone. “I have killed everyone, you cannot capture me alone. Why are you still here?”. The final party member laughed maniacally with a devilish grin! “There's No One Here To Stop Me Now!!”

submitted to r/WritingPrompts by u/CartoonLogic31

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Dead bodies littered the floor, there blood pooling and swirling together.

Jonah, the hero blessed with sharpness, who could cut anything, limbs strewn across the room.

Signis, the mage who could command fire, his remains tattered and torn apart into a bloody pulp.

Jess, the archer who's arrows dodged between enemies and around shields, sliced in two, shoulder to hip.

and many others. lives lost to Garnus, the dark lord, the undying, the maddened immortal. No matter how many cuts, burn, and beheadings he suffered, he always continued on, killing, murdering, and maiming.

Garnus, stood in the middle looking at the last member of the hero's party. A young child standing off from the gore of his friends. Writing in a thick worn book he did not even glance up at the dark lord.

"Aren't you supposed to be attacking me? trying to take vengeance for your fallen brethren? I killed them all. Yet you just stand there. wheres the glorious screams? the tears of hatred?"

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The young lad let out a sigh, closing the book with a snap "Attempt 1,346, another failure. Now for the fun part" he said, turning to the dark lord, his eyes brimming with glee. "The part where you beg."

The dark lord felt a bone piercing chill, like staring into a maw of pure nothingness, and immediately knew something was horribly wrong. He dashed forward at full speed to bring his sword down upon the head of the child, but was unable to reach. space itself crackled and distorted, the path way to the child becoming Impossibly long.

"A long time ago you destroyed a village named Keth" the childish voice said out loud

"What are you talking about? who are you?" yelled the dark lord

"You don't remember it. You never do. In that village were two people, Andrea and joey, my parents. You killed them. And on that day I swore to kill you"

The dark lord, with a feeling of foreboding put every ounce of his power into moving towards the lad, but was astonished to be unable to approach at all.

"Just as you have a power, so does everyone else. It's just a matter of learning to use it. As it turned out. mine was rather special, and while my power may not be able to kill you, believe me I've tried many times. there must be someone out there who can. You see, I can bend time and space." a smile spread across the young lads face as he stared at the dark lords contorted expression.

For the first time in as long as Garnus could remember, he felt fear. Staring into the eyes of this childlike beast, ripe with obsession, and insanity"

"I have done this 1,345 times before. I have brought thousands of hero's here and you have slayed every one. how many will it take? 10,000? 100,000? 10 million? Eventually you will fall"

terror and realization stretched across the dark lords face. "Wait please, I'm sorry."

Joy rippled through the young mans eyes "I knew you would beg. You always do."

"Please don't kill me" pleaded the dark lord

"I would tell you my name, but you would not remember it anyway" *snap*

The young lad sat on a park bench, and pulled out a thick worn book from his bag, and wrote "attempt 1,346"

(Although this story does not strictly follow the prompt, I like to use prompts as spring boards, So please forgive me for changing it a little)