Red stains of blood everywhere in the battlefield. Mountains of corpses lying. Monsters, humans, half-humans, anyone would die from a fierce battle.

From the side of light, blonde hair and eyes with a gentle face, charisma as a hero, well respected by anyone. Gjourne Bleu, who holds the power of the light.

“You have nowhere to run, Devil. You killed thousands- no millions! You have no right to act like that.” He said, then waved the sword to the devil, but he vanished and appeared at the heroes’ back making him jump back away from him.

“Why? Why do you think we are born into this world? Have you thought of it? Have you ever thought that you are just tools for those who you worship for?” The Devil asked while looking at him sadly, lonely eyes are what you see like if you dug deeper, you will only see darkness and emptiness.

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“Shut up! You know nothing! You are just a psychopath who wants to drench his hands with blood!” He vanished again and appeared in front of the hero, closer and he whispered-

“It is you who knows nothing…” The devil then holds the sword of the hero, a great sword that any evil it touches will be burned, but nothing happened to him. Nothing happened to the devil at all. The devil stabbed his own heart through with that sword. Which is, of course, killed him, but his last words that he shared with the hero.

“I am done being a puppet… I also wanted to be happy” The hero stood there and the light shines through from the ceiling of the wrecked mansion.

The hero left unspoken… and looked at the skies.