Not immortal
He didn't mean it.
He didn't mean it.
It had been a mistake.
The blood on his hands... He didn't mean for it to be there. He had only been a little bit upset... He didn't... He didn't want to kill her. Oh gosh what was he going to do? He wanted to flee back to his warriors, but he was frozen to the spot he was standing, a body dead and bleeding at his feet, soaking into his shoes, dripping from his hands. His purple eyes were wide with horror.
What was he supposed to do...?
It took everything to take a few steps back, still staring at the body of the poor innocent girl he hadn't meant to kill, to murder, to slaughter. Someone was going to find him, someone was going to find him standing here. He had to get away.
He turned and started to run. Of course, part way down the path they had been on, he ran smack into the very person he most desperately wanted and did not want to see. His eyes widened and he could feel his black skin heating up under his helmet.
"Overlord...?"
He got back up and bolted. The person he had run into looked down and saw the blood from the Overlord's hands all over his shirt. He gasped and ran down the path, eventually meeting up with the girl's body.
The Overlord heard the person when they found the body. Loud wails of grief. He went into his dragon form and took off, trying to get back to his part of the island as quickly as he could. Of course, due to his panicking, he snagged his wing on a tree and tore it. Pain shot through the fragile skin and he hit the ground. He went back to his other form and pushed himself up. He had to get away as quickly as he could, he had to find a place where the person could not find him.
He felt so guilty. He wasn't supposed to feel guilty. He was evil, he was darkness. He was supposed to only feel hate and anger. Not guilt and sadness and a deep longing in his chest that hurt more than anything. He hated that feeling, but it was kind of warm. He had always felt so cold, but that warmth the person gave him...
Even though they were sworn enemies, and he would never love him now.
Years later he would wonder what possessed him to think that way. It ruined him, that feeling. Especially when the second one came along, just like the first. It hurt, it hurt so much. No doubt he would see countless ones. No one could destroy darkness, only light had the blessing of death.
Of course, he was immortal, the First Spinjitzu Master was not.
It was a meaningless hope to begin with. Love for a creature like him? How insane, how absolutely completely utterly stupid. Well, he could always dream. Unless... Of course... He did not have that blessing either.
And to be honest he was kind of glad.