The blade was pushed in more, now at least a third is within the king's body. His gaze is still focused upon the things in front of him. The masked hero, the hostages, the whole world is now in front of him. Time is still slow at punishing the demon, with each piece of the sword ready to puncture more and more into the body of this king. His gaze is more focused now, seeing everything in detail.
He first sees his executioner. To him, it was a beautiful sight to see that death came from the symbol of justice. For he, the demon king, had not really done anything that can be even remotely labeled with the name of justice.
He then sees the world. The eyes of the world slowly widen as it bears witness to its first ruler's epic demise. Frightened faces signify the return of a phantom in front of a ruler. The gesture of astonishment towards the end of the past flare as the blade is now coming out of the emperor's back.
The King winces and grits his teeth. His eyes now solely focused upon the hostages. He does not consider them hostages, but rather a close audience to the climax of the play known as the Zero Requiem. They are silent with confused gazes, as if seeing the impossible take place. They look scared, as if seeing a close one dying in front of them. That could be the case to them, but the King disregards the notion. He knows that they should not have such faces on, especially for him.
He knows all too well.
'They won't know…' he states in his head. 'No one will know the sacrifices that I have done for them…' He takes his time to make such assumptions.
'No one will know what I have done for them. They will scorn me even after my death. If they do find my grave, they will vandalize it for sure. If I am to be left here, they will surely want their revenge for all that have been lost. For all that I have done that they know of. Not a single soul will speak of my name in greatness. My name is now forever bathed in evil and cruelty.'
The blade reaches farther out, causing the organs to rupture under the pressure. It was painful for the king to feel, but it continued to be an insignificant thing for both him and his executioner. But he feels glad that it was his friend that was his executioner.
The king mentally laughs at the mention of the word.
'What a sad way to put it. Have I really ever considered them so? My only friends…I have betrayed them all and yet I consider them still to be. Why do I still find it so appealing to let them be that to me?'
The sword begins to slow down even more so. The king feels his hat popping off his head as he shifts his body straight. His eyes now force its gaze upon the blue sky.
'But it's okay that they don't know. It probably would've been better to not have ever made friends, but it was a blessing for me to at least feel that bit of companionship. I think it was the best decision to not reveal my plan in total to them.'
The king begins to reminisce once more.
'To only give them bad news…that was how I left them in the end…'
To be continued…if desired…
A/N: This is the second intermission for the story. Okay, now what I wanted was to place this as a precursor to what the theme of the next few chapters will be. I will include most of his friends and comrades in the next few chapters, so watch out for them. In any case, I hope you can feel at ease now that this is posted up. Thanks to my loyal fans for your support. Please R&R. Update will be coming very soo, I guarantee.