I stayed silent, letting his words sinking within me.

Sorrow and hate because they left me alone, because she abandoned me.

- Can I come back to my home world? –

- No, now I do not have such a power and if you accept my offer, you will become one with this world. You will take my cape, my duty, my encumbrance -.

- I do not have a future -.

- You create it for you. By your power, you have the power! –

- Build your future on the bones of your enemies and take back your joy on their sufferance -.

- You are supposed to be good -.

- Sorry, no more -.

- In spite of everything, you still have anger -.

- Well, we could say that your story have stirred me or if you prefer, I am your fan -.

- Hah! –

- Then, what about your answer? –

- What do you think it is? I need power to have power -.

- Very good, I will give you power, more than you can even imagine! -

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After some time, in a palace dilapidated and abandoned, under a sky with a concealed moon, a tear opened in the middle of the space. A young man appeared from it, showing a naked body sculpted as marble, white like the snow, with long black hair, darker than the night and eyes more golden than the sun. However, in his eyes there were an evilness more poisonous than a snake, charged with killing intent, oppressive more than death.

The young man looked around himself for a moment, watching the destroyed hall, memory of his past life, another life but no less significant.

He walked towards an old throne and there he found a skeleton of a beast man without head. He was standing still as it was thinking about something very important. Finally, he spoke and his voice was icy and without feelings.

- This was supposed to be the tomb of the two of us, but sorry Myrmidon, different from you, my death would be too unjust for me to stay dead -.

- Now I can join with darkness and maybe I will find my lost light -. These were the last words by Darkness to him. – I hope the same for you my successor -.

At that moment, a powerful blast destroyed the palace’s ruins. The young man was walking out leisurely.

- Thank you, now by my power I will take revenge! –

- Now, my name is Dark -.

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The land of beast men show itself barren and desolate. It had been more than 20 years after the Great War. I remembered a different landscape, rich and beautiful, but now nothing remains. I do not fell regret for my actions. After all, it was because of Myrmidon and his beast men that the war was begun. However, I could not see the difference between humans and best men. Both of them fought for profit. It was my love for Rose, my hope for the future to keep me standing. I was naive and so I paid. Yet, this time my journey resumes for my sake and no one else.

For the first time since I came here, I reflect on my actions, my past and future, not hurrying me, but thinking about my next moves. When I and my old friends, or to be precise, my school companions, came to this world, we were 16 years old; nothing more than young saplings, desperate and without hope. We lost our homes, our families; the nine of us were alone and with a mission, without possibility to refuse.

We were slaves. I realize it now, but we were too desperate, and so we fought. For six years, five men and four women bleed to obtain victory and hope between the maze that we call life and the deep pit that we know as death. Before our final challenge we lost one of our companions, a woman, her name was Cleo. I remember her as a kind person and this characteristic was her anchor. All of us had developed something like that. For me and Rose was love or, so I thought. I do not know very well how Cleo died.

Well, I know that she was struck by a hummer, but in what way she felled, I ignore it. However, after my last experience I understand that, already for a long time, our supposed unity was more fragile than glass. Just like me she was betrayed, abandoned, left alone. I was not different from the others. After she died, I did not ask the answer. I went forward, happy that was not me.

It was the same for you. Is it not right, Rose?

I am like others. Have I really the right to ask revenge?

However, is there any other way to soothe my anger?

No, there is not. I am not a champion of justice. I was never to. At first, I was a refugee, than a warrior, a hero and at the end an idiot. However, my real role was slave.

I gave and lost so much and yet these hands have never held anything, so this time I will not let any cries disturb me. I will not feel supplication, empathy or piety for anyone.

I will steal, kill, burn, curse, rape and snatch and will do everything is necessary to give satisfaction to my heart.

So here ends my monologue and now I am standing before Cleo’s grave, built on a hill that sees a gray sea and a black sky. I have been betrayed by my allies and yet even the entire power of the universe cannot help me if I am alone.

- So, let me know, Cleo. Will you become my ally?

- Who are you? – Asked a soft voice.

- I am your hope -.