With this Dark Lord pass, peace was brought upon his equals lost soul. But his peace came at a price. He knew the risks; hell, he wanted...no, needed this prophecy-to-come salvation. This boy in age, but man through and through, also knew that the Dark Lord would be the only one to give him his peace, even after all the inhuman he was put under...by each other.
The way out...
Both of them...
No one could see what would take place...
Only the after-shock was felt...
The boy, with his tormented, shreded soul; his sword was to slay the Dark Lord. Upon this final battle, he missed and has slain his physical instead. Blood flowing heavenly upon this 'mystical' sword, his heart pulled out.
Human corps falling upon his cursed world...
Peace finally embraced.
Wait of both of the world was released from him shoulders.
With a thud and the Dark Lords evil crackle...blood seeping, spilling everywhere, his black robe of darkness...blood of good met skin and bones of evil...
A piercing scream emitted from the deep of his throat,
A burst of flames,
The Dark Lord ceased,
pile of ashes....
The old, wise ones prophecy was finally over...