Starting at the end

As is that a shameless, wasteful person is even the hero. Was the god of light crazy when he chose him?

What was it that made the hero fall so low?

The beautiful room filled to the ceiling with stuffed animals was stained with blood, a girl of no more than 10 years, with oriental features and black hair crawled, dying on the floor, the lower half of her body is now on the other end of the room.

At one point the girl raised her head and within her empty sockets a pair of red lights like flames twinkled faintly; Tears of blood ran down her cheeks as she continued to crawl toward the exit.

The girl had no eyes, she had lost them a long time ago, she had spent so much time that even she had come to forget why she had lost them.

Since she can remember she has always seen the world in a strange range of colors, being unable to see anything but white, black and red. She knows that this was not always the case, although she does not remember perfectly that there was a time when she could see the full range of colors perfectly.

Someone kicked the girl's torso with such force that the blow resounded throughout the castle; she hurt, it hurt a lot, yet this pain was negligible compared to what she had felt in ancient times.

This was revenge, not betrayal.

A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's face, she ... she did not know how she felt ... she was dying, yet she could not do more than beg for the end of her life.

One foot came to rest on her head.

She knew: she shouldn't die this way, it wasn't the right thing to do.

But no one should have died from the beginning, yet they all did, she was alone now, she was so alone that she had lost herself; she no longer even remembered who she was waiting for, or even if there was really someone who would come back for her.

What happens after death, that was something she also knew.

An intimidating-looking black sword adorned with a precious red gem rose again in the room.

Yes, she knew, that's why she knew that no matter how much she begged, she would not die.

A black-haired man with a face distorted by hatred raised his sword high and brought it down with a powerful blow on the girl.

Her body turned to ground meat and her blood splattered the floral design wallpaper, a wet puddle painted the carpet red and the curtains that blocked the access of light were stained beyond repair.

Yes, she knew what is after death, but she never told anyone, and no one ever knew why that innocent girl became the greatest genocidal that the continent came to know.

That skinny man who had just swung his sword had a unique stigma on his right hand, yes, that was the stigma of the hero destined to end the life of the demon king.

This cannot be a fairy tale story of overcoming and bravery.

In that room, where only he and the corpse of a girl were found, he began to laugh.

His sword trembled as if it had a life of its own as a black haze began to swirl around it.

He he laughed uncontrollably, as he remembered his past.

He remembered his family, his friends, his beloved, her country.

He looked for the first time in ten days at his sword, the sword of catastrophe, the destroyer of nations, the greedy glory, the unique treasure of the Shadow house. That sword had many names, but none of them were appropriate for her and at the same time, all of them were.

He had done it, he had killed the demon king with that sword.

So why did he feel that terrible pressure in his heart?

Believing that everything he had done up to now had been done by his will, he wanted to believe that he had killed so many people knowing the consequences, he hoped deep down that he enjoyed skinning demons on his own.

He looked at the sword that seemed to wallow as if it were alive and tried to communicate with it once more.

Her family was unique, only they are capable of communicating with weapons, only they could feel what an artifact manufactured to kill felt.

However, no matter how hard he tried, she couldn't hear that sword.

He looked at the redder than blood gem that stained the room once more, and he was absorbed again by the beauty of it.

A ghoulish laugh escaped his mouth again.

His voice sounded cracked and broken, almost as if his throat was rotting.

Yes, he wanted to believe it in the depths of his soul, but it was almost impossible for him to deny it at this point.

His gaze blurred as he stared intently at the Ruby that had brought an empire down for the beauty of him. No, it would be more correct to say that the Ruby unintentionally destroyed the empire while he was out for a tour of the mortal world, that gem; so full and so void of malice she stared back at him.

He felt a presence hug him from behind ...

But he did not dare to look, he knew, or rather he sensed that if he looked back, what little sanity he had left would disappear like sand in a breeze of wind.

"It was fun wasn't it?" "Did you get revenge or not?" "You wanted it or not?"

That melodic voice, soft and sublime, calmly caressed his brain, numbing his senses, making his mind empty of all complex thoughts.

In a second the ominous atmosphere emptied, and only a man was left without any expression in a room stained with blood.

At that moment he turned around, only to see a shadow.

His expressionless face did not show the slightest sign of surprise, his dead eyes had trouble focusing on that humanoid figure that seemed to be a hole in reality.

A pair of red eyes fixed on the man who had not reacted to the appearance of this new being.

No, rather, it could be said that he had lost the ability to react along with the last vestiges of his sanity.

The black figure slowly approached the man and scanned him up and down a few times before stopping.

"Yes ⁓ totally soulless, just what I needed"

The shadow leaned confidently on the man's shoulder.

"You see my good friend, your body right now does not have a soul or a conscience and, as it turns out that I need a body without a soul to be able to inhabit, what do you say, we make a deal? Yes? No? HAHAHA, well it doesn't matter I had enough fun already "

At that moment the black figure took the man's hand and shook it with enthusiasm.

"It's a pleasure to be your new guest, HAHAHAHA" As he said that, the shadow slowly melted into the man's body and the latter began to move.

"It seems that everything went well, whatever, I really had fun emptying the soul of this last container, there was so funny"

At one point the man approached the nearest window and opened it, an orange light came in from the outside, the man inhaled deeply before yelling with all his might.

"I'M ALIVE YOU SONS OF A BITCH" And then laugh again.

He climbed onto the edge of the window ready to jump.

"By the way, Take, Mor told me to invite you to dinner, if you are late again the goddess of chaos will eat your share" The girl's corpse began to tremble with rage and stood up intact in a matter of seconds, however , by then the shadow was gone ...