To End The War: The Death Of The King

The air lingered with a sence of menace and blood was scattered all over the great castle that stood proudly high.

There was a man all clad in blood sitting proudly on a throne decorated with presious gems from around the world. The air got heavy just because of his presence. The sword in his hand drilled the ground as his breath became heavier.

Even considering all these conditions, there stood 12 knights circling the throne that the man sat on. All of them bruised and in nearly the same condition as the man who at on the throne. A touch of scilence haunted the place for a long time.

"It is finally over." decalred one of them with a tear in his eye as he fell to the ground on one knee with only his sword supporting him now.

"Don't fall now. You mustn't. Behold this moment with us. Stand proudly." said the other one that good besides him

The fallen man stood up at his words and still struggled as he lifted his blade not taking its support anymore.

They all smiled looking around, glancing at each other's faces. It was a miserable smile they smiled none the less. With blood on their bodies, and with holes in their souls.

"Oh God!" a knight looked up in the air, "Thank you for allowing us to slay this fiend. Praise."

"Praise the Lord." they all said in a chorus. Their smiles grew enven broader and there was still hope flying in their eyes. Light shone in their pupils.

"Let us all end this, shall we?" said the one that stood in the center, probably their leader. He addressed the man on the throne.

"Do you have any last words?"

The man sat silent still on the throne but it took then a while to notice the smile rising on the man's face. They watched him smile until he burst out in laughter.

"I pity you." he said, "You praise your lord, even at your own victory."

"Hold your tounge." yelled their leader with an intense ferosity in his heavy voice and then he coughed as if he wasn't even in the state to talk. It hurt him to speak.

"You don't dare speak of our lord with the foul tounge of you're. The tounge that has lied, the same tounge that ordered the death of the innocent and that has tasted the blood of its enemies."

The nameless king sat scilently on the throne for another while, still keeping his smile with thoughts chasing his mind. His eyes were pitiful. His state was miserable. One would burst out into tears, if he were to look deep into his dark eyes. The eyes that were blacker than dark and with black coated with blood.

"You are blind for you do not see." he said, almost to himself.

"Who do you think you are?" said another one of the knights.

He laughed even harder and then looked the man in his eyes. The kinght did not want to, but he couldn't avoid this eye contact.

"You know who I am." he decalred, "I am your worst nightmare. I am the the one you had always whished to conquer, the one that you wanted to kill but it was just too hard to do so. I am not weak nor am I stronger than you."

He paused to take a breath as his words marked their dominace over the man, who was still oblivious to what those words meant. This was seen on his face. The king continued,

"To make it short, I am you. Specifically, the person that you had always dreamt you would be."

The knight looked at him with terror in his eyes and with hate in his words he spoke to him.

"Shut up already!" he held in head with his hands, "Don't talk! Scilence, scilence, scilence! I am not you. I will never be you. I will never even want to be you. You're a terrible fiend that wereched out towns. You - that face, that face still shows no pity for those people. Thus I will show no pity to you."

He smiled even more, one that they took and saw to be wicked. They had known him as the monster that had devovered entire kingdoms with chaos by his side. They had hated him to their utter bone. They were 12 of the bravest soldires of the world.

"Do not cry, that is of no use now. You need not worry. We have our lord with us." the leader walked up to him and patted him on his shoulders. He rose him up as he had fallen on the ground and then with a smile on his face encouraged his plight.

"How do you wish to die?" the knight asked the king. Then he considered his words and then came back with a reply to his own question.

"I think there is but one way. I feel stupid for asking you that."

They all approached him, getting closer to him as their heartbeat chased faster as a falcon and their breath beacame heavy. Even getting this close to him had made it hard to breath.

"You'll know something." he got up of his throne, as they stepped back. "You are the only people that have got this close to me with murderous intent and have lived."

No reply came from them. The king fell to the ground and his breaths became relaxed and calm. His heart thumped slowly, meanacing the knights.

"Kill me." he said, "It would be my pleasure."

"The infamous demon." the leader said, "How pitiful to see how easily you give up."

"You seem so navie when you utter those words." he laughed. "What was it? 'how easily you give up' you said. It took the army of four nations to just infiltrate my castle. It took you god knows how many battalions to just start this fight with me. You fought with all your bravery, and even tough all you had to face was me, you are the only one that still breath."

They followed his face with terror on their faces and they heard his words cafefully. They found malice even in his smile. They saw him as the tyrant with much wicked hate and they started to eye themselves as pathetic.

But they didn't give into his words as they stood proudly with more confidence in their chest than the king had. This the king watched in surprise.

"What incredible people." he smiled. Then he looked up to the roof at the crystal chandelier and the saw his own reflection.

My pride, he thought, what use has it been to me at the end. Was it even pride. I have no answer. I never thought this day would doom on me but it must end now. No! No! No! Damn it! I refuse to end up like this. I refuse to be slain by these people. I will kill myself.

He picked up the sword that had laid besides him and rose in in the air, aiming it towards him.

No. What am I thinking. Why would I kill myself? Am I ... a coward? These people - they are something different. Let me just die now. I do not want to think anymore.

He threw away the sword and he let his thoughts go numb right before his dark eyes. All he saw was descending darkness as his eyelids fell down. They approached him closer.

"Is he unconscious?" he kneeled to check and confirmed but his eyes were still wide open which frightened the knight enough to push him back.

They all looked at each other in the face and then nodded together, in some sort of agreeance.

"Utter you're last words," the leader said. "We are about to kill you now."

"Kill me, huh?" he repeated with a slowly dying voice, "I think that is well deserved to me. Fine then. I will breath my last today."

"As for my last words." he continued. "I will always come back, no matter what. Kill me if you must, I swear that would not be enough. My death is not my end, the end of time is. And time will never end."

One of the other knights rushed towards him but he was held back by the other knight.

"Stop." the leader commanded. "You must not give in to the temptation. Stay back."

"Sir." he obeyed with dead fury.

They all got closer to the king and then all of them drew their sword at the same time, the sound of that melody roared trough the room.

One of us could never kill him., Thought the leader to himself, If we try to kill him with just one of these blades. He would heal instantly. And thus to kill him, we must embedded all our power in these blades. 12 knights, 12 parts of his body.

And thus they proceed with their plan. They all charged their blade with all the magic power that they still had left within them and then placed it on we parts of his body.

Those 12 parts were: right palm, left plam, right foot, left foot, right hand, left hand, right leg, left leg, stomach, core, neck and then finally (occupied by the leader) the head.

And they had finally done it. All of them burst into tears, mostly of joy. They remembered the sacrifice of all the people they had lived. They remembered their preparations for all this.

Their lives flashed past their eyes as they walked out of the monstorus castle that stood behind them now. As the souls of their comrades could be seen pierced by the still sunlight that parted the clouds.

The cheers of the people had lightened their hearts and the end of the war was marked by this.

Their tears landed on the ground as smiles broke through them. They looked around for the people's face and they saw happiness with an strange intensity on their face. They felt such joy that they didn't even consider the value of it.

They had finally done it. They had slain the infamous Demon King.