Villains aren't born they're made." A phrase so true and realistic, words that echoed deeply in one's own conscience, it speaks of the eternity of Evil and it's innocence, there are always two sides of a coin, one that is shown the other hidden depths in one's heart.
Evil is born for justice to be existent, Villains and monsters aren't alike they are fundamentally different, one is a creature of strong moral code walking the wrong road, the other a beast so vile and twisted that they are nothing but a stain to the name of Villains.
Villains aren't always Villains, they are people the Heroes failed to save, succumbing to their Circumstances.
A king who drenched his crown in blood and fear, The man who created fearless soldiers, controlling their minds and using them as pawns for battle, The King of The Bloody Crown.
A killing machine born of silence and darkness, his name a symbol of death, his existence an omen of death, his emotion nonexistent, Nacht.
A headmaster who used his students as his tools for experimentation, killing innocents trying to achieve what he so-called immortality, Reasercher of Eternal life.
A Pope wanting to go against heaven and be crowned as the Heaven Almighty, A narsacistic man saying that he had found the truth, Le Prête Fou.
An overlord of the sea, a man that defied Systematical orders, the man who waged war against the whole continent, a cruel overlord, Conquistador de los siete mares.
The stories told them as monsters that broke human dignity and the respect for life, wicked and cruel creatures that cannot be called humans.
But the stories only told in the perspective of the heroes, but what about the perspective of the villains? What about their stories? Their purpose and reasons?
A king who wanted his people to flourish but was met with a wall that he cannot overcome, indecisiveness, he was stuck between two choices and choosing one would result in the suffering of the other, he wasn't sharp enough, he wasn't creative not was he brave enough to choose from the two options.
He was crowned at a young age due to the early death of the king and queen but he had ideals that was unrealistic yet he dreamed of reaching such ideal, True equality, No poverty, No hunger, Paradise!
He wanted to create a Paradise, he was unrealistic, he wasn't fit to be a ruler but his people saw his ideals.
They were the people of his kingdom and he was the king, he showed the world what he wanted to achieve, they maybe words but that hope was enough for the people of his kingdom to believe in that hope.
But shadows crept under this bright light of hope, Corruption, Pride and Greed walked under this bright light.
Betrayal, Execution, Lies, Deception and Manipulation, corrupt nobles who wished to defy the king's ideals, they wished to keep their identity.
A full clean up was done inside the system of the kingdom, the 18 year old king witnessed his close allies betray him, his close ones assassinated, his heart was getting tired...
A moment of weakness, nearby kingdoms launched their attacks, a full on war was waged, three against one.
The king... He was tired, the people.. They were afraid, but a king must protect his people.
The king led the defense with him being in the front, soldiers followed behind this king of hope...
The king was very tired... Yet the people who saw his earnest wish to protect the kingdom pledged their loyalty like no other.
War, after war, the King's mental health was starting to destabilize, he was starting to become crazy.
The king was no longer the king he once was... It started with the knights... Then the commoners... Then the nobles.
It started with knight's ideals to protect the king which was an ideal that wasn't regularly practiced, then the commoner's logic of help the helping hand that fed them, then the Noble's sense of being the King's hands and feets, it was no longer a one for all but it was now both one for all and all for one.
An extraordinary, revolutionary even, it was the first time, the first time in their 100, 000 years of history that... That such a unification happened.
The knights fought with them leading the charge, their deaths were numerous but their charge didn't stop, they were like zombies paving the way.
With the King's maniacal state he created what was now known as the "Forest of death" A forest of dead bodies pierced by a spike and left hanging as the sign of the King's state.
The commoners worked to their bones, eating less so that the soldiers could have a fulfilling meal, smiths sharpened their work producing top grade equipments, farmers harvested everything they had just to share with others.
The nobles opened their vaults taking out their treasury and joined forces with the knights and the jewelry and gold used to strengthen the army.
They were winning.. But at what cost? Will their King come back? Were their sacrifices necessary in this war? Such questions weren't thoughts they had, they never even thought of such, all they wanted was their victory.
But against the new alliance of all the kingdoms? Their comparably small army were nothing, the knights were slaughtered left and right outnumbered... But they took three along with them.
A gruelling war... The death of his people.. Awoke the King, he charged fighting against an entire army of 10,000 alone and won.
With the King's lead the kingdom was slowly taking back their lands but the problem with numbers was there...
The alliance in retaliation created "heroes" Just to fight this "evil", they were fake, heroes only in name, they were merely puppets controlled by the alliance.
The alliance's heroes defeated an entire platoon of the King's army, their momentum lost as their numbers quickly dwindled down...
His army... Destroyed, his vessels... Killed in action, all that was left that could fight was himself.
The last line of his sanity evacuated the commoners and the non-combat nobles.. He will face the alliance by himself, in this castle where everything started.
He wanted to rest, he no longer wanted this life but... It was the pride of a King that prevented him to kill himself.
He faced the heroes, 5 in total with an army of 100,00 against... Him...
The battle started between the heroes and himself, the castle was broken down and what he saw was something he couldn't believe anymore.
His people were fighting the knights... It angered him, losing his soldiers were already a big hit to his mentality but seeing the rest of his people to refuse his orders to evacuated irritated him...
"Leave!" His voice enhanced with Mana sounded in the entire area letting everyone hear his words.
In history it was treated as his disgusting wish for the alliance to spare his life but in reality it was directed to his people.
They refused to listen to his words, "Leave!!!" The king repeated his words now in a desperate manner.
He saw their death, his eyes allowed him to see everything, every single people, he knew them, their names, lives, everything and seeing them die wws something his heart cannot take.
Anger, Hatred, Desperation consumed himself, he was ready to sacrifice everything after all he had nothing left.
A final act of attack, a suicidal attack that used everything, his Mana, his life source, his body, everything for this final attack.
An explosion of dark energy, one that swallowed an entire continent of the world, every single being saw it, an explosive amalgamation of negative emotions erupted.
The "heroes" Saw the explosion in its truest form, The dream of life, An ideal of unrealistic life... Love and Kingship...
They were puppets of the alliance, people meant to die after they defeated this evil but they saw... Purity in the King's last and final stand.
"Beautiful... "
In the center of the dark and ominous explosion was a canvas of pure emotion, emotions that the king had hidden deep inside him, something that didn't manage to get out of his heart.
The heroes who knew their fate... Dropped a tear as they saw that they killed... The last brightest star in the world, regret flooded their hearts... But there was nothing else they could do anymore.
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"The king who believed that he was the reason for the deaths of his people, he believrd that he was the reason for his kingdom's fracture.
He blamed himself for failure, he blamed himself for everything that went wrong, but...
He didn't saw the beauty that he created, like an artist would only see flaws in his own work.
He was blinded by his own eyes, he achieved his dream, his ideal and his people saw it.
His people saw the beauty of his "art" And were willing to sacrifice themselves for this "art".
The King of The Bloody Crown."