Hey guys! Here's a short story I came up with out of nowhere. Enjoy!
He had caused pain for many people, suffering for the weak. Was he proud of his decision? No, he wasn't. He had realized it before he faded out of reality, but it was to late. Now he was gone, float in an empty space. He was cold... So very cold. Living with this pain. He had confessed, he regretted his mistake. Now nothing could save him, he had chose this fate. The "Malevolent One" they had called him. He laughed darkly at the name, oh how it fit him. It just reflected on all he had done. He tried pushing the memories aside but he couldn't. He had to live with this burden... Forever.
"It's my time! MY TIME!" He cried out, begging for mercy from the original. The original just walked away leaving him to die... "I'm sorry..." He cried. Then he faded out of the world. Destine to live in this hell of a place. He chuckled lightly at the thought, "How could this hell be so cold?" He asked the empty space, and he never got an answer. The "Malevolent One" was a forgotten memory, a lost part, a broken dream... And he knew he brought this on himself...
Hmm, poor Mal.