2 Fall of The Anarchists Part-1 (2/2)

He wasn't a villain.

He was an anarchist.

He was the f*ckin' Prince of shadows the whole world feared.

That scum of a hero would long have been destroyed by the very nations he was trying to save if they weren't busy trying to deal with the anarchists. If the anarchists hadn't killed most of the human scum, and implanted fear into the hearts of the rest. No one would have supported the hero's campaigns. The hero wouldn't have been able to change the world for the better if the threat of the anarchists weren't looming by. And he DARED to call him, Lucas evil!

However, deep down Lucas knew that this wasn't what really haunted him, he had often been detested by the world and called a villain.

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Lucas had never lost.

Not since the day his father died. A person too good for his time, someone too soft, and someone who believed in heroes. Heroes that never came. Heroes that were just a pipe dream, that once broken by reality would bring in the most crushing feeling of helplessness. Since that day Lucas had vowed to himself that he would never feel that helpless again. He would never lose to the world again, he wouldn't be soft-hearted. He would become the most powerful man alive. He would hold so much power that nothing will be able to get in his way and no one would suffer the way he did.

But today, he had lost.

To a hero.

All the schemes, plots, betrayals and backstabbing.

All the sins, the murders, the effort and the tears.

It had all been for nothing.

The anarchists were wiped off this world.

Martin was missing.

Vincent had blown himself and their base together to kingdom come.

At least the world was now a better place, and there wouldn't be more people like him in the future.

Lucas slowly closed his eyes and let the darkness slowly embrace him. The prince of shadows was returning to the shadows.

However just as he was being embraced by eternal darkness, his blood seemed to re-arrange itself into a 4-dimensional pentagram that glowed a deep crimson.

Then he vanished without a trace.