Chapter 1: After death

Life equals death..... And so does death affect all life.

The world has been burnt and many have died, what else s there to live for. A glorious future or a bitter end.

His eyed gazed up to the clouds and his thought settled on, the bitter end.

Oh did I fall asleep again? At this time who would be stupid enough to fall asleep? That was a stupid presumption, however I am the last am I not?

Hart Margata wielded open his eyes to glance at what was left of the world he knew and hated. The once beautiful healthy green grass fields were now layers of resentful ashes from top to bottom, not to mention the amount of corpses present in it.

There were also metal chunks sticking out probably from the kingdom that layed there before now transformed into a debris.

Only he had survived. And worse of all he could still recall their screams.... The scream of every one of his loyal friends at the top of their lungs as they got either pummeled, torn apart or eaten alive.

His life was primarily a cursed one, a regretful soul that shouldn't have be birthed to.

What a tragedy the journey of life had been.

He watched his best friend get devoured by a giant. He dimmed his eyes again recalling the look on his friends face as the beefy giant fitted him into it's mouth crunching down on his bones at a steady pace.

Yes, that wasn't all he lost. His mother got roasted by a dragon, his close friends died on this ground where he stood.

But deep within his heart crept the greatest evil, when he killed the woman he loved with his notorious hands.

So it was safe to say.....

Only I have lived through all the tragedies of life and survived being half insane.

Only I have fought this war alone and won by killing all my friends.

I think of it every single time but now I am sure I am mad.

By the time I realized I wasn't sane I had already destroyed the world killing all loved to get one job done.

Yes, I am the invincible force that rules this earth, I am dominant.

Hart opened his eyes once more staring upward at the infinite red skies filled with toxic fumes.

Last I checked this is just a waste land, what remains of the earth. This makes me question a lot.

Yes, I am strong.....

.....I am the last of my kind.....

.....And my last wishes are to.....

.....Die a somewhat? Wretched death.....

....By driving a sword through my lonely grievous heart....

Hart grasped the hilt of his sword which had sat in the comforts of it's scabbard for a while now. He slowly extracted it raising it pointy merciless tip to the place where he believed his heart to be.

I will infuse some of my powers into it, this way I won't regenerate.

Before Hart made his final move to kill himself he took a few more minor glances at his unkept miserable self, his raggard clothes and maimed skin spoke for it all.

Yes! I need to die.

Splooosh! Hruuuffft!

Thuddd!

He fell to his back unfortunately for him things didn't go as planned. He pierced his miserable heart and expected a minute or two to take things in, but life desired less of him and for all his evil deeds he could already feel his self dwindling quickly.

So soon, even life hates me.... A Hero Turned Villan?

"At least I will go down as the last of my kind.... That should be worth something...."