PROLOGUE

Game Over

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Myth- a traditional or legendary story, usually concerning some being or hero or event, with or without a determinable basis of fact or a natural explanation, especially one that is concerned with deities or demigods and explains some practice, rite, or phenomenon of nature.

That is the dictionary meaning of it.

To the common people, it is normally associated with a handsome hero fighting the forces of evil. Normally, the hero is some sort of chosen one with a mysterious lineage and would travel the world, killing bad guys and saving damsels in distress. The hero also gets the princess (or princesses) and lives happily ever after.

Unfortunately, the world does not work that way. That's why its called a MYTH.

After all, if myths were real, he wouldn't be the one face down on the floor.

If myths were real, he wouldn't lose.

Yet here he was, beaten to a bloody pulp and forced to watch his kingdom burn to the ground.

"Why? Why is this happening to me?" he asked himself. "Did I not faithfully follow the scriptures? Did I not preach kindness and equality to all? Am I not the wielder of the holy sword Izanagi? AM I NOT THE CHOSEN ONE?!"

He didn't really need to ask these questions, for he only needed to turn his head 45 degrees to find the cause of it all. Barely 3 meters away from him sat a man who was, in many ways, an anti-thesis to him. 3 measily meters away from the Chosen One sat his arch enemy, the Demon Lord.

He has long light blue hair, while the Demon Lord has short, dark red hair

He has an elegant body that nearly lacks any sign of masculinity. On the other hand, the Demon Lord is a solid mountain of muscle.

He wore pure silver armor while the Demon Lord sports a dirty bronze armor with a black cloak over it.

He is a SAMURAI that fights proudly and honorably in the front lines. The Demon Lord fights in the shadows as part of the most cowardly class on Forsena, The BLACK HAND

However, dispite their differences, they actually share a few distinct characterstic: Their Origin.

For one, both of them were once ELFs. Emphasis on the word ONCE.

The Chosen One discovered that he has an ELF for a mother, and an ETHEREAL for a father. There have been prophecies of such a hybrid, saying that he will lead the races against the darkness and bring ever lasting peace to all. This is why he is called the CHOSEN ONE.

On the other hand, The Demon Lord was born as an ELF….. but various circumstances led to his violent death. For whatever reason for his death, the lingering resentment he felt was enough to turn him into one of the vilest race in Forsena, a REVENANT.

Aside from that, both of them were born in EDO….. the very same city that the Demon Lord is burning to the ground. Both of them were born in very influential families, and both of them understood that EDO is corrupt. Both of them agree that the city needs to change. However, their methods are polar opposites of each other.

The Chosen One believes in the good of the citizens, and that it is possible to reform the city from within.

The Demon Lord believes that it is beyond saving, and must be eradicated at its core.

As the Chosen One glares at his advisary, he suddenly notices that the Demon Lord was sporting a dissatisfied face…. This pisses him off even more.

"What's with that face? Isn't this what you always wanted, you bastard?!" He said in an aggressive voice.

"Well…. yeah. This has been my goal for more than 3 decades now…." The Demon Lord replies nonchalantly. " But the scenery is a bit….. lacking?"

"What to you mean?" He replied while doing his best to keep is anger in check.

"See that Mana Convertion Plant there?" The Demon Lord points to an obelisk-like tower in the distance. "I was actually expecting some of your people would turn desperate and blow it up. And to think I even went the extra mile and gathered so many zombies…. *sigh*…. I guess your people arent as suicidal as I originaly hope. "

"YOU BASTARD!" The Chosen One charges…. and fails miserably, seeing how his entire body is too damaged to move.

"Relax will ya. I'm not going anywhere….. not like I have a choice …" The Demon Lord sighs as he futily attempts to move his left arm.

Their climactic final battle was not kind to its participants. Just like him, the Demon Lord was also beaten within an inch of his life. However, unlike him, the Demon Lord is in much better shape than he is, thanks to that mechanical right arm of his.

And its not just limited between the two of them. Even their armies shared the same fate. Originally, the forces of light outnumbered the enemy 5 to 1, not to mention that they also had the home court advantage.

However, that means very little when the enemy strikes when their guard is down.

But who could blame them? They were within the walls of the city that was said to be impenetrable, not to mention the one year of peace prior to the surprise attack. And as if to add insult to injury, 2 hours from now marks the 1st year of his accension to the throne.

And he can do nothing to prevent it from happening. All those who believes in him, all those who love him, and all who are fighting desperately with the hope that he will save the day…. All of them will die.

"Why…. Even if everyone is doing their best…. Why are we still losing?" The Chosen One asks in vexation.

"HAHAHAHA! I love that DO YOUR BEST AND EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT attitude." The Demon Lord laughs heartily, pissing off the Chosen One in the process. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not insulting that mind set or anything, its just funny to think that you actually expect to win with only a few hours of DOING YOUR BEST…. while we have been DOING OUR BEST for an entire year? You guys are truly an optimistic bunch."

This news shocks the Chosen One "W-what do you mean?"

"What? Did you really think that one year of peace out of fear of you becoming the emperor?" The Demon Lord replied sacasticaly. "Hehehe… man, as much as I would love to kick you when you're down, I'll refrain from doing that. Instead, let me explain to you what happened during that 1 year. I'm such a nice guy."

The Chosen One wasn't surprised at the Demon Lord's carefree response. He knows his adversary well enough to spot the façade from a mile away. Despite the laid back, and sometimes retarded, façade, the Demon Lord is the most sinister being the Chosen One knows.

Anyways, the Chosen One listens to the Demon Lord carefully, hoping to take in the mistakes he has made and use it as a lesson for the future.

According to the Demon Lord, the city of EDO is truly a magnificent stronghold that even the ARIANS are incapable of conquering it through brute force. Instead, the Demon Lord proposed to infiltrate the city using small groups and prepare for its eventual downfall.

Traps

Terain Study

Sabotage

Black Mail

Brain Washing

Propaganda

All of these were extensively used during that one year period. This is the main reason why the Demon Lord's forces were able to outmaneuver the Forces of Light in their own city. For one week, the Demon Lord's forces kept the Forces of Light flatfooted using hit and run tactics, until eventually,the Forces of Light's numbers were reduced to less than the Demon Lords forces.

Ironically, the high wall that protected EDO also served as a cage that isolated them from the commoners living just outside. All the Dark Forces needed to do was station snipers along the walls, and any hopes of reinforcements are gone.

The more information the Demon Lord revealed, the more convinced the Chosen One was of their inevitable demise.

"No wonder we lost so quickly." He thought. "We were in the palm of their hands way before the battle."

Anyways, he must internalize his mistakes and prepare for the next opportunity. Japanese men are known for their stubborn will after all.

"You wont get away with this…." The Chosen One says with full conviction

The Demon Lord looks at him with great interest. "Ho… and why do you say that?"

"Because evil never truimps over good! I don't care what humiliation you put me through. I don't care what torture you have in store for me…. As long as I am alive, the forces of light will rise again!"

"Ho… so that's what you think huh." The Demon Lords smile widens into an evil grin, much to the Chosen One's dismay. "Well then, let me ask you something. What makes you think you'll live past today?"

His spirit drops instantly. "W-what do you mean?"

"Fu fu fu…. Did you seriously think Im one of those garden variety villains? Did you seriously think that I would capture you and force you to watch your realm burn? Do you seriously think I would waste my time humiliating you in front of your people?" The Demon Lord replies sarcastically. "Unfortunately for you, I am neither stupid nor a sadist. No matter how many advantages it will bring me to keep you alive, you are too great of a threat and must be eliminated. On another note, if I'm not after any information, torture is a waste of time to me. So…. As for your fate…. YOU WILL DIE"

The Demon Lord puts his black, mechanical right hand over the Chosen One's head….. and began squeezing it with all of his might.

"NO! You cant do this! I am the Chosen One! I cannot lose!" The Chosen One screams in desperation, but the Demon Lord's grip tightens without pause." Do you know what will happen if I lose?! DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE SAFE IN THE REAL WORLD IF I LOSE?!"

The Demon Lord's smile widens into a terrifying grin of pure, unpresidented evil. "It doesn't matter where the battlefield is. Wether it's this world or the next. No matter what game we play, YOU ARE NOT WORTHY AS MY OPPONENT."

With those words said, the end of the LIGHT begins.

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