good and bad

I commenced trailing him, maintaining a moderate proximity without straying too far adrift. Along the course of my pursuit, traversing through various individuals, locales, and thoroughfares, I espied his ingress into a structure.

Myself: ...

Aware that my presence evaded his perception, cognizant of his assumption that I was a fortuitous pedestrian encountered en route to his errands, I directed my gaze upon the edifice.

Myself (thoughts): That edifice looms large, perchance I may infiltrate it and shadow him within its confines for a brief interlude.

Subsequently, I embarked upon a trajectory towards the aforementioned edifice, and after a few moments had elapsed, I traversed its threshold as well, thereby entering a spacious edifice dedicated to commercial affairs.

Myself (thoughts): ...

Upon my ingress into the edifice, an uncanny sensation began to manifest, an enigmatic ambiance engulfing my being.

This peculiar sentiment propelled me towards the zenith of the edifice.

Myself (thoughts): Ah, I must ascend to the pinnacle of this structure...

While surveying my surroundings, I espied an elevator within close proximity. After a brief contemplation, I directed my course toward it.

Upon reaching the elevator, I proceeded to depress the button adjacent to its entrance, thereby causing the doors to part and grant me passage. Without hesitation, I stepped inside.

Once within the elevator, I directed my attention to the panel beside me, where I observed a series of call buttons situated on the opposite side. Notably, the highest floor available was marked as the eighth.

Myself (thoughts): Very well...

Having made my decision, I pressed the designated button corresponding to the highest floor. Shortly thereafter, the elevator doors seamlessly closed, and the ascent commenced.

After a brief interval, the elevator came to a halt, and the doors gracefully slid open, inviting me to disembark. Without delay, I exited the elevator.

As I surveyed my new surroundings, I observed multiple corridors adorned with a plethora of doors lining both sides. Guided by intuition, I proceeded down the leftmost corridor.

While traversing this particular passageway, a familiar sensation of unease and foreboding washed over me once more, compelling me toward one of the doors situated on the left-hand side.

After a few moments, I found myself standing before the door, ready to make my presence known.

With a measured rap of my knuckles, I initiated a gentle knock upon the door's surface.

After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing Beliar. Upon laying eyes upon my unexpected appearance, a flicker of surprise registered upon his countenance.

Beliar: Liran?... What brings you here?

Myself: I observed your approach towards this office building, and coincidentally, I too am employed here.

Beliar: Is that so? Curiously, I do not recall crossing paths with you before.

Myself: What can I say? You appear to be engrossed in your endeavors and machinations, wouldn't you agree?

Beliar: I suppose you may have a point.

Myself: Might I have permission to enter? I assure you, I shall merely occupy a seat on the couch.

Beliar pondered for a moment before responding:

Beliar: Very well, you may enter.

Beliar then stepped aside, granting me passage.

Shortly thereafter, I stepped into his office. Once inside, he closed the door behind me, and after a brief interval, he turned around, fixing his gaze upon me.

Beliar: Please proceed and take a seat on the couch. It is situated over there.

I proceeded to make my way towards the couch, positioned near the table upon which Beliar carries out his work.

And as I settled onto the couch, patiently awaiting Beliar's arrival to engage in conversation, he approached, casting his gaze downward upon me.

Beliar: So, you wish to converse?

Myself: Indeed.

Beliar then proceeded to the chair positioned behind his desk, taking a seat upon it.

Beliar: Very well. What brings you to my office?

Myself: To be honest, you struck me as remarkably familiar. I felt compelled to come here and verify if my intuition was accurate, and it seems I was correct.

Beliar: I see. May I inquire as to how you discovered the location of my office?

Myself: It may sound peculiar, but I simply made an intuitive guess. I had an inexplicable feeling that your office would be situated at the uppermost level, and it seems my intuition proved accurate once again.

Beliar: You possess a unique intuition, I must admit. Impressive.

Myself: Thank you kindly. However, given that we find ourselves alone in this space, I may have additional reasons for being here...

After expressing my suspicions, Beliar remained silent for a moment before responding:

Beliar: What are you talking about?

Myself: Have you ever heard of the formidable beings known as "the Servants of the Black King"?

As I uttered those words, I noticed a flicker of surprise cross Beliar's countenance, catching him off guard.

Beliar: What?... What nonsense are you spouting?

Myself: You see, we successfully vanquished a being known as the Black King. However, the Black King had created loyal servants who were not obliterated in the process. It is possible that these servants are now masquerading as ordinary beings among us.

Beliar: ...

Myself: Moreover, when I encountered you, I sensed an eerie and malevolent aura emanating from you. It is as if you are not entirely human...

Beliar: Heh, you truly are something... But even if you managed to locate me, you won't escape alive-

In response, I swiftly stood up and retrieved a gun from my pocket, pointing it directly at Beliar.

Beliar: ?!..

Myself: Now, give me a few compelling reasons why I shouldn't end your life. Speak...

Beliar: Oh my, resorting to violence so quickly? Are you truly aiming to make this world a better place? Where is your sense of morality?

Myself: Morality? There is no place for morality in this situation.

Beliar: I see. But why do you want to kill me?

Myself: You already know the reason. Your king has perished, and you and the other servants may still be lurking, plotting who knows what... and I cannot allow that.

Beliar: How can you be certain that we might be planning "bad" things? What if I am actually one of the "good guys"?

Myself: How can I trust your words? Are you simply trying to deceive me now, or could you genuinely be speaking the truth?

Beliar: Don't concern yourself with it...

Myself: Really? I may not have much time left to live, but you... you are immortal. How can I be sure that you won't commit horrendous acts once I am gone?

BELIAR LOST THE PSYCHOLOGICAL BATTLE.

Beliar: ?!...

Beliar was taken aback by the unexpected question. He did not anticipate such a challenge.

Myself: That's what I thought...

Beliar: It's a valid question, but I am unable to provide an answer.

Myself: And why is that?

Beliar: There are other forces at play, and you and your insignificant human race are nothing more than insects that we can squash. You're all destined to perish anyway...

Myself: I am aware. However, we can strive to make our seemingly "meaningless" existence worthwhile before our inevitable demise. But now...

You can give my regards to your Black King because your time is-

Before I could finish my sentence, Beliar lunged at me. However, I was prepared, and I swiftly fired my weapon, striking him down and ending his life.

As he fell, a blinding flash of light enveloped the area. When the light dissipated, Beliar was no longer there...

With Beliar's demise, he was neither present in his office nor in the realm of the Black King. Beliar's existence has come to an end.

I emerged victorious.

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