Outstretching his freshly wounded left hand he muttered few incomprehensible

words, soon afterward his blood that was covering his unrecognizable body

started to boil, and crimson foam and indigo smoke appeared. 

he was barely able to stand, and when he did he unsheathed his heavily scratched 

curved saber, Durandal, and pointed it toward the jet black silhouette in front 

of him. the demon was one hundred meters long unlike the other demons, it was 

a Demon Lord, and it two magnificent curved horns those horns distinguishes 

a demon lord from the regular demons, unlike He, the fallen empire's hero, its

huge body was slightly wounded. 

a few seconds passed and the hero's body was full of holes, you could even see 

his bones if focused enough, it was a miracle that he was still conscience. 

Ha and his sworn enemy were standing in the ash colored desert that once was 

the imperial capital, until he – The Hero – sucked away all its and the people

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living in it shakra couple of minutes ago. 

"I killed them... 'Panting'... you know why i did it... 'Panting' 'cause a couple 

hundred thousands lives ain't worth the billions that you would have killed

if i didn't do it... 'Panting'" 

the fallen hero said while panting to the Demon Lord pretending to explaining

to it, but he was actually trying to convince himself that what he did wasn't a 

mistake, but his voice was weak. 

[Wasn't you who said every life counts when he first met?]

the demon lord's voice was loud and hoarse like a monster's. 

"HaHaHa" the fallen hero weakly laughed and said "I was Naive back then

'Panting' i thought that i could slay you without anyone dying... I was truly

naive..." 

he remembered everyone that he had met, his loving parents the merry Knight's

captain who accepted a commoner as a Knight, the kind and old Saintess who

received a prophecy that he'll be the hero, and warned him 'The Hero's path is

filled with hardship, and you'll have to cover your hands red to cover them with 

indigo', and the shy princess who he held dearly... and then a lonesome tear

appeared in his left cheek, but he didn't realize it because of the tremendous

agony of the advanced black magic spell [Empty Ash]. 

"I Guess This is our final reunion... Good bye, my old enemy." 

said the hero while smiling brightly like a toddler and a voice full of regret. 

[in the end we become alike... Bye... AHHHHH]

said the demon Lord before perishing, with the fallen hero. 

they perished in a purple flame that the hero created... the most sinful spell

in history, [The Purple Ender], and unlike normal magic that needs Mana

(Mystical energy), it needs Shakra (Life force) from killing thousands, and

the caster's Soul as a sacrifice to the 'Devil'. it was the spell that the hero was invoking earlier.

Shortly afterward a magnificent indigo light appeared, and it swallowed the two remaining lives in that place, the fallen hero and his nemises The demon lord.