Hero, you took everything from me
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- Опубліковано 17 чер 2024
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Hero, you took everything from me
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Songs:
00:00 Monsters - Tommee Profitt (feat. XEAH)
03:45 The Reckoning - UNSECRET (feat. Matthew Perryman Jones) - The Witcher OST
06:41 What a Wonderful World - 2WEI & Ali Christenhusz & Edda Hayes
10:32 Bad Boys vs The Hollow - 2WEI feat. Tal Altman
14:11 Hit The Road Jack - 2WEI
17:43 Ghost (2WEI Remix) -Marvin Brooks (O.S.T. of SAD-ist's -Hog Hunt-)
21:12 Kill the Crown - 2WEI
24:19 Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Tommee Profitt feat. Sam Tinnesz
27:15 I Would Die 4 U - Joseph William Morgan (Prince Cover)
29:55 Unbreakable - Tommee Profitt (feat. Mike Mains)
33:27 Running For Your Life - UNSECRET feat. Butterfly Boucher
37:06 Endgame - Katie Garfield
39:44 Thank For Watching
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Comments: you know I'm something of a poetry writer myself
"best comment" myself
That’s how it is 😌
YES
Poet.
The word you're looking for is Poet.
That's so true 😹
“Until the lion learns how to write, every story glorifies the hunter.”
That's a great one my guy
Until the lion learns to read, he dont give a- nvm Idk what im typing anymore
Given how common anti human themes are in fiction, I have to disagree.
@@TieberiusVoidWalker I didn’t mean the “Hunter” to be human. To me anyway. To a mouse the “hunter” is the cat. To a bug the “hunter” is the spider. To the deer the “hunter is the wolf. The hunter can take may forms. It’s just where you stand depends on the perspective of it all
@@TieberiusVoidWalker
You'd be surprised. A lot of sci-fi or just fiction portrays humans as the "moral good" in the universe and demonize say, the Elves or other races or what have you.
Funnily enough, in the Elder Scrolls, fans paint Lorkhan and humanity as good despite both parties having committed the more egregious acts like genocide (humans have done it more than anyone else) and dark moral compass (Lorkhan's actions)
It's always a mess of humans and Elves doing bad shit but somehow the humans are always "justified" by fans, even in cases where HUMANs would've provoked them.
There's a belief that we should always support humans in any fiction since we're human, but that doesn't match cause even here on Earth we slaughter each other over all sorts of stuff.
Principal and Ideology matters more than Ethnicity (in most cases) in human history.
“Heroes win when they defeat evil
…
Villains win when they make the hero cross a line”
so a win-win is possible?
Joker
Which is why being an anti-hero is the optimal way to go.
A villain can't make you cross a line if you already are okay with crossing any line. "modern problems require modern solutions".
@@facundomontivero2299 they’re optimal bc also they’re more realistic. Hero’s always supposed to suffer and take the high road.
I’m all for forgiveness but if someone like joker keeps breaking out then you need to take matter into your own hands. Which is why most people have a problem with Batman’s rule
heroes* villains*
"You've done it, _hero._ " Blood dribbles down the slits in the black iron helmet, dripping away from the chin to patter on the sword lodged in the chest of the hulking armored figure. _"Hero, you took everything from me."_
In the silence the hero sneers triumphantly at his hated foe. "Your reign of madness and tyranny is over, Villain. We are victorious and your evil shall no longer taint these lands."
The dark throne room is filled with the burbling laughter wheezing from the dark recesses of the shadowy helm, spurts of blood thrown out with each giggling gasp. "So sure of your own inherent goodness. Ah, to be so ignorant..." the villain murmurs.
The Hero's sneer turns to a grimace of irritation, "Give up Villain, your de-"
*"Defeated!? My armies are routed, scattered! My advisors is dead, slain by your hand! My lands now burn, my people are dead or dying!"* the Villain's eyes blaze crimson balls of fire from within the shadows of the helmet, his voice stronger than before, the blood down cascades from the helmet and runs down the chestplate in a ruby waterfall. One gauntleted arm sweeps out at the open balcony, gesturing to the vision of hell outside, the orchestra of suffering and bloodshed clear and booming even from the throne room high above the now burning city. "All is lost." There's a flash of emerald.
*"WE HAD WANTED NO PART OF YOUR EMPIRE, 'HERO'. WE WISHED TO BE LEFT ALONE! WE HAD NO ARMY, WE HAD NO CAUSE TO FIGHT! WHY!? WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO US!?"*
The hero is thrown back, crashing into the throne behind him. Now slumped in this chair fashioned from dark oak he beholds the black armored king. The king rises to his feet, his blood bright red running in a river from the sword impaled into his chest. Runes in sickly green light up all along the armor, a ritual circle inscribes itself at the king's feet in his own blood. Turning to the limp and staring figure on the throne the king speaks: "Why, oh 'hero'? Why have you visited this misery and unjust suffering upon the people of my kingdom? Why must you kill loving fathers? Why must you rape weeping mothers? Why must you smother wailing children? *_Why?_* " The king's voice is now strong, yet quiet and sad, like a child who has been punished but does not know why. Somehow, the hero is able to find his voice, with a wavering voice he answers, "w-we had no choice! The Church summoned us to fight your evil! You are heretics and blasphemers! Pure Evil incarnate! Your country must be destroyed to save all of us...."
There is a deep, uncomfortable silence. Then the Villain speaks.
_"If the God's have condemned us. Then I renounce them."_ Turning away from the hero slumped on the broken throne, the Villain raises his arms to the sky, his voice is legion. _"You came here looking to fight a monster, an excuse to all the misery and suffering you have wrought on a people so innocent. You have laid waste to it all and left nothing wholesome left. How well you wear the mantle of a 'hero'. So shall I now don the mantle foist upon me. You wanted a Villain, a True Monster to vanquish. Oh hero, now by your own creation be _*_Undone._*_ "_
Across the land from the highest mountains to the deepest valleys, from the kingdom's capital to the empire's vast cathedral all heard a voice uplifted by many in a choir of chaos. In this hellish declaration, the altar to the gods within the holiest of holies was sundered. And all heard the Villain's supplication.
*_"GOD'S UPON HEAVENS HIGH! I RENOUNCE THEE! YOU HAVE SENT YOUR CHILDREN TO SLAUGHTER MINE OWN IN JEALOUS ZEALOTRY! HEAR ME! OH YE DEVILS AND DEMONS! HEAR ME! BESTOW UPON ME YOUR TERRIBLE STRENGTH, SO THAT I MAY STRIKE BACK AT THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED ME! Make me a creature worthy of nighmares....Make. Me. A. Monster."_*
The skies grew dark. And a Villain was born.
Beautifully written!
I want a story on this
this is one of the greatest things I've ever read. and that includes masterpieces like: In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust or Ulysses by James Joyce or Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes.
That last line is just a perfect chef’s kiss
This one is definitely my favorite 💖
“A hero would sacrifice you to save the world. A villain would sacrifice the world to save you.” - a quote that I heard somewhere
Maybe this is just a hero in the different time where the hero was given a chance and chose to be a villain in its second life live long enough to become a villain in it's second life , haha just a passing thought
neither of the above is true these are the actions of villain's and desperate men. true heroes don't trade another's life for the greater good, they trade the only life which is theirs's to give, their own.
@@_Yomoholo_ "If the choice is to save one person or a hundred people...then save both!" it's inspiring quote but not everybody can or want to be saved
FOR THE MOTHOFUKIN EMPOROR BROTHER DESTROY THE PLANET WITH THE INNOCENTS OF IT THEY HAVE ZENOS
@@_Yomoholo_ you will know that there are hard choices and selfish choices to be made in order to be happy
Anyone else starting to notice that writing a villain final dialogue, fight, death scene seems a lot more fun. I know for this it is probably due to the natural sense of raging revenge for these songs of a villain, but it seriously feels like a writing class in here with some pretty clean material on the final fight of a boss.
Lmao 🤣
"No, no. He's got a point"
- someone from somewhere
agreeable
A good story has a villain who can be understood every step along the way
Totally agree. I actually use some of Hero Music's videos when I need inspiration for writing prompts during creative writing class.
There is no greater villain, than a broken hero.
Dammmmmmmm. That’s with me for life now.
Best quote to this video!
You got me
DAMN!!! BRO!! You ok?
Noice
"A child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth"
Not sure if that one has been said yet
Look up devil you forgot Minecraft what you said here perfectly fits that short.
"Everyone is a hero in their own story."
"Even villains?"
"Especially the villains."
I feel like no one realizes how true this is though
Carnage, The Chaos King, Knull, Joker: You're joking right?
@@TechPriest-Chan The characters you listed were designed to have no order, hence the name's Chaos, Joker, and Carnage. However I feel that Knull believes he has a moral high ground in wanting to kill all the gods that ruined his peace
Everyone got their own view on right and wrong.
This doesn't apply to every villian.
Say the joker. Hes just bad shit insane and he knows it.
And millions if other villains that know their the villian. So this isnt entirely true.
A villain will save you and sacrifice the world
A anti hero will choose the world
A hero saves both
A warrior attacks the one who created this situation
A coward chooses neither.
"Normally who beat villain called a hero, but why me called subjugator. Because i dont have any courage" - a subjugator, who sacrifice his team to k1ll enemy
"are you happy now hero?" as the villain jesters to the mortal wound created by the blade in his chest. "you've won, my forces are dead and my plans ruined" he says while blood drips from his lips. "at least that's what you think" as the villian smiles through broken teeth and the blood surrounding his chest stops suddenly. "you've only given me what i needed, pray to whatever god you worship" the hero watches in horror as the bodys of his fallen comrades rise, their eyes soulless and unnaturally focused. *manic laughter* "now watch as your precious allies tear this world to shreds, and all because you just had to take everything from me" says the villain as his eyes blaze with white flames and his wounds begin to quickly close.
love it
and a new war begins
I love this short story bro. Are you going to continue it on Reddit or somewhere else?
crazy but what about among us lore
can be a interessing and creative history
I love how everyone started their own villain final speech and they are all so creative and amazing
thank you❤️
LITERALLY WHAT I THOUGHT💀💀
Wish there were more villain beginning speeches, either type is viable.
"A hero is merely another villain in another person's story."
And every villain is a hero in their own…
"You hero's give so much. But only to those who are willing to fall for your lies.." The villain said calmly. Though the fire in their eyes showed anything other than calm. "You take everything from those smart enough to think on Thier own and speak against you." Taking one step closer to the Hero, sirens sounded in the background, growing louder as though coming in thier direction. "Now Tell me *hero.* How does it feel to have someone take everything from you. For you become one of those with nothing left?... Guess that makes me the hero now."
HOLY SHI-
Why do I get Sylas talking to Jarvan vibes here
Dammmmm
Table turns
*Dumbledore says calmly*
"Give up" The hero whispers, holding his blade steadily against my throat. The metal glistens lightly under the dying sun, a symbol for the world he so loyally fought for. One that took him in with scorn and spat him out with their hopes and dreams on his shoulders. I tried to appeal to him once, when my right hand had told me of his pitiful past. For a brief moment, I had let down my guard and approached him in private, telling him that this mission he was carrying was nothing more than a shackle, but the self-righteous are not so easily won over. I should have known from then that he would stop at nothing to take me down to the pits of hell.
"Oh, hero" I say, melodically. Manically. The blade presses heavily against my throat, causing a line of maroon to streak down my skin and over my clavicles. It's no matter, though. I was hardly the most hurt among my own. A limp hand lays near my kneeling form, and its brown skin make me think of a little girl I nurtured as though she were my own. I remember the way she smiled at me, with her little braids and big dreams that everyone told her were impossible to achieve. I think of her defiance and her fire, shining as brightly as the sun on the day she swore her allegiance to me and my cause against the corrupt.
Her arm lays near me now, nestled between bits of grass and dirt, forever still. Beyond her still form are many others like her, coated in red with eyes open and faces frozen with terror. The clearing that rang with noises of battle was now quiet and somber-- or ha, a battle would be too much of an exageration.
No, this was no hardfought battle of equal resistance. From the moment the hero had barged into their abode alongside his comrades, it was nothing less than a massacre.
"What?" The hero grunts, waiting. I laugh then, at his patience, because he certainly had none when faced with the pleas of those he had murdered in the name of doing what was right. My blood boils under my skin, and my tongue tastes a tang of metal. I feel unhinged.
"You took everything from me" I say lowly, leaning my head back until I am able to meet his eyes, uncaring of the way the blade digs deeper into my skin. His eyes are unsettled, but I am far from caring. My soul burns with the cries and pleas of the perished, and I am unafraid.
"From this day on" I say, my voice loud and clear in the soundless clearing. "I will no longer watch in silence as you strip away all that you deem evil. I will stand against you, no matter your cause, and make it so that you may never *rest.* Hero, I will make you *suffer.* I will make you *regret* every step that brought you to me, here, in the midst of this bloodshed you call justice. I like to think of myself a good man, but by god, if your people so desperately want someone to abhor, then you have succeeded, my dear hero."
"AHH!" Screams ring out accross the clearing. The hero jerks away uneasily, looking wide eyed around the area as his comrades drop one by one, writhing on the ground in agony. Their screams ring out in a morbid symphony as the hero looks from one person to another in hopeless desperation and confusion. With the blade no longer against my throat, I briefly reach my hand out to the arm near my knees and clutch it tightly, laughing manically at the first bit of contact I find.
Her skin is cold, cold cold cold cold cold--
"STOP IT!" The hero yells, pointing his blade at my kneeling form. "STOP-- STOP HURTING THEM! STOP IT NOW! OR I'LL--"
"--kill me?" I finish for him, standing up on new feet, leaving the person I was with the one I used to call mine. I am reborn, now, in the midst of bodies and blood and suffering. With screams of agony ringing in my ears as a background track, I make my way towards the 'hero'.
"Stop this! Stop-- this is not who you are!" He begs, trembling at every new cry that fills the air.
I throw my head back and laugh.
"Oh, hero" I say between giggles. "I thought you wanted a villain?"
"No, not like-- not like this- no no no"
"Well?" I continue, ignoring his useless blathering. I call upon my forbidden power and let it twist around me, turning me into the devil everyone wanted me to be, and I feel nothing but anticipation.
*"Here I am"*
fucking amazing
Very well told, if you were to write a book on this the only logical thing I could do is buy it. The storytelling, the build-up, absolutely amazing. I’ll tell you as an artist myself, I admire this comment and think you should become an author. I can tell your a man of philosophy and those men typically are the best writers.
I’m starting to understand the story. I imagine this character you’ve created to be a man persecuted by a government with people twisted to believe that this man is a villain, when in reality he was a scapegoat for a scheme un announced to him. Being a villain he cannot speak out and so defends what is left. I assume this government eventually dispatched a hero force that represented the government but were of course not nearly fit to even call “hero’s” as they took pleasure in the bloodshed of others. All for a paycheck at the end of the day, no real reason behind it. Eventually this hero force tracks the supposed villain to his lair and kills every last person but him. Surrounding him were the people he loved, yet they called him callous and evil. Now surrounded by the remains of all those who built up his life, he had nothing left. Nothing but the grievances of the dead, the rage. Now he stares his purpose in the eye and finds reason to live. He lives to take everything the hero loved just as the world had done to him.
They say hero’s are created in the rise of villains, however villains are sculpted by the world.
👺🐶
God damn
"It's truly ironic how you think this is where it ends." He spits out a small blob of bright, red blood that makes an audible smack as it strikes the stone on the ground. "You think now that I'm dying, it's over. Do you truly think the countries that sent you on this mission, will let someone as strong as you to live in peace after the fact?" He chuckles while holding the large wound on his side, his chuckles turning into full-blown laughter as his eyes turn away from the hero, looking to the intricate art upon his palace's ceiling. "While you stare at me, you only see Hero and Villian, where as when I look at you? I can only ever see a reflection of myself."
I'd watch this movies
@@HavenBriar Thanks mate, I thought this would be torn to shreds with negativity but surprisingly people liked it, also if you see anything that could be improved, don't hide it, tell me.
@@FLoooT it’s good writing and as I read it the only thing I’d change is the word “let” to “allow” because the way I see it countries and governments don’t “let” people do anything they “allow” them to do things. That’s just my opinion if you want the countries to sound more controlling in your story.
@@k9goy835 I see, thanks for that.
@@k9goy835 that actually has a diffrent impact changing let to allow. Wow
A hero would sacrifice himself so you can keep going, a villain would sacrifice the world to be there with you
There really isn't much difference. They're both powerless to save the world and their loved ones together
Theres so many many people writing emotional stories and I'm just here like "Damn this music slaps".
not sure what they want to achieve by all those "stories"
@@Exel3nce Most of which are pretty terrible; and often mistake what is a hero and what is a villain.
@@infernez i must rather roll my eyes with all those attempts in ....whatever
"You let them die! You told me if I helped you, Hero, that you would protect them, and now, now they are gone because you couldn't be bothered to stop him. They were my everything," the 'villain' cried, raising their blade to the hero.
"I did everything I could," the hero's voice replied, but there were no emotions on the hero's brow but he raised his blade in return.
"LIAR! I watched you stand there as they slit their throats! I was too powerless to help then, but now I can do something."
"And what is that, Villain?"
"Revenge."
It sounds like how the hero became a villain
@@mnlight8308 A wise person once said "Die as a hero, or live long enough to see yourself as a villain"
@@coolice5786 it is become the villian but still great qoute
There are a lot of cases where the Villans are actually victims
"In the end he wasn't a villain, he was just a person who knew the truth of this world"
"There was a time when I revered you. Not only as a hero but as a person. I thought that you would protect us, that if something happened you would keep us alive." The villain says with an air of vengefulness. "I thought you loved this world."
"Being a hero means I have to sacrifice the few to save the many if it comes down to it. I had no choice." The hero states as if he's said it a thousand times before.
"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SAVE THE WEAK, THE POOR, THOSE WHO CANNOT SURVIVE ON THEIR OWN! BUT YOU CHOSE A FEW RICH GUYS OVER THE LIFE OF MY SISTER!" The villain pauses, looking down trying to collect himself. "The second you decided to save them I decided. I decided that I would protect those dearest to me. Even if it meant fighting god. And I worked hard enough to do that. If I could get this far then why couldn't you?"
The hero stares emotionlessly before the villain. "Nobody has the power to save everyone. You know that better than anyone. And if you think for a second that God would allow that kind of power to be possessed by anyone, then your wrong."
The villain looks up and grins with misty eyes, his shaking hand pulling his sword from it's sheath, "Of course god doesn't allow it." The villain stops smiling. "But God will not decide how I live. And neither will you. This blade will make sure of that... Hero."
"No matter how many of you heroes exist you only are here just because you appointed yourselves to fight a villain you saw on the news...while those villains are born after they have suffered, broken, abandoned, betrayed, cried and bled because of the very people you say you protect"
-a well written villain probably
“I remember my home. Fields of a harvest growing and children playing outside. Live was bliss and humble. Until you came hero.” The villain says as they both stand in overgrown ruins of buildings and houses. “Your ‘quest’ to save the world costed me everything! My family! My friends! My one true love! All gone in your one sided crusade against ‘darkness!’ But now, now I understand why.” The villain said drawing his blade. His stance steady with his breathe eyes locked with the hero. Soft chuckles could be heard which evolved into laughter. “What is so amusing to you villain?” The hero asked on edge. “It’s really beautiful isn’t it? Fate will come for you once I am gone. But when you save the world and I am dead what then? Will the kingdoms celebrate your return or will they throw away like a tool? Just. Like. Me.” The villain says as they dash towards the hero. “So come! Let us not keep death waiting! My friends and family are calling to the afterlife and will be reunited with my love in death’s sweet embrace. But your fate will be worse.
I die in peace knowing i'll be reunited with my beloved and my children, you will live an endless cycle of being used like a tool.
“Long before your time… there was another. One who sought to put an end to The Shattered Cold.
He was a warrior. A leader. A hero. A brother.
Through his journey, he met those who shared in his desire for The Shattered Cold’s destruction.
Strangers that became companions.
That became family.
Where they went, The Cold fled.
Innocent lives sang tales of the hero and his comrades.
Legends of the one who fought against the great evil.
Hope grew.
The hero and his fellowship fought for years.
Never backing down. No matter the odds.
Then came the day that many thought impossible.
They found the inner domain of The Shattered Cold.
Fear desperately attempted to overwhelm them, but they marched on.
They entered a realm far beyond this world.
A place they never should have found.
The very essence of The Shattered Cold rested here.
It’s presence killed all life that may have once roamed the lands.
Only shadows remained.
A fog engulfed the skies as if death itself was breathing above them.
They were intruders and they were not welcome.
Everything happened so fast.
The screaming of warriors who faced death time and again.
The spilling of blood that instantly joined the shadows as soon as it touched the ground.
The band of fighters had been broken into scavengers.
Fighting in vain to escape that cursed realm.
The hero.
The one who started this righteous crusade, soon realized they could not destroy this evil.
For The Shattered Cold was no single individual.
It did not possess a physical form.
Nor could be entirely seen with the eyes.
It had no soul capable of destroying.
It was an essence of darkness itself.
The hero watched as the last of his companions fell.
They could not destroy it.
But there existed one chance.
One chance that would mean the hero’s totally annihilation.
He opened his soul and allowed the darkness to invade him.
The Shattered Cold devoured the hero.
But then a sliver of hope entered that broken realm.
For the hero’s soul was pure.
The Shattered Cold was forcefully bonded with the Hero.
His flesh was vaporized and his soul was now entrapped with the great evil, but for the first time in eternity….. The Shattered Cold was now in physical form.
It was vulnerable to death.
The two waged war over control.
The hero’s soul possessed just enough strength to chain his physical body to the ground.
To imprison himself forever.
And in that realm. He lies still”
“Why would you tell me this?”
“Because those chains are breaking.”
oh my.
Hot damn. If that’s not a great beginning to a novel then I don’t know what is.
Ngl I thought you were about to say the entire beginning of lego ninjago
@@kevplayz8284 lmao same.
6:42
*"You took, everything from me";*
*"Removed my heart, bring my tears, pierced my mind";*
*"Sealed me in there, forever";*
*"Here i am, screaming in pain, crying in eternity";*
*However;*
*One day those chains will broke;*
*And i will wait hero, every second;*
*Every minute;*
*Every hour;*
*Every day;*
*Every year;*
*Until i be freed;*
*And when that happens;*
*With every cell of my existence, i will become your suffering*
thats what i like about vengeance
After the dust settles, the hero gets to witness the carnage of his home place. Nothing left, no bodies, no cries, no debris, like it never existed. But why did he survive the blast? Why did he get to live? Then he sees him, gliding down from the skies, and he can feel the air getting stiffer, colder, he can feel a shiver running down his spine. With nobody to help him, no friends, no allies, he realized he is alone against a force that for the first time, feels like an even match against his, something he has never had to fight against before. In his desperation, he yells..
"Who are you, why have you done this?!"
The villain lands on the ground, stares at the hero for a moment, while the hero grows impatient for an answer, but in the end, the invader speaks:
"I used to be a man, a simple villager you see, tending to my family and it's bussines, taking care of my darling, who carried my child. After all the wars and conflict, i finally felt like life was turning around and becoming better. I was"
he sighs...
"happy..."
He starts slowly pacing toward the hero, and he can see the same pain in his eyes that he felt, the same anger, the murder, but that's exactly what he wanted.
"What does ANY of that have to do with me, how is that tied to you killing everyone?!"
shouted the hero, gritting his teeth.
"It has everything to do with you. You entered my village in the pursuit of fighting some thing you considered a threat, some organization, and when you realized it would take too much work to figure out who was and who wasn't involved, you just destroyed the whole village, just like now. I only lived cause i was outside of it, hunting, i came back to nothing but ruin, the only sign that something was once there, was a stone cross.. If it wasn't reality it would make for a terrible joke. And then i saw you, as you were leaving, i could feel you did it, and when i attacked you, you imprisoned me in an alternate reality, where nothing but a platform of pillars and chains existed, that bound me, imprisoning me for eternity.. Do you know who i am now, hero?"
His eyes widened in horror, as he realized that the man responsible for this was a consequence of his actions years prior.
"I remember....but how did you escape?.. How did you escape that cursed place?! It's made to be able to hold any force there, let alone a measly villager!"
"That is correct, one thing you don't know that the passage of time is different there and here. It might have been a couple years for you, but for me it has been 2 millennia, od studying the horizon, watching the patterns of energy, learning, adapting, absorbing it. In the end i have grown powerful enough to break the bindings, simply by using the same force that was meant to keep me in there, and then i absorbed the last that realm had to offer, but before it ceased to exist, i conjured a simple gateway, and came back, to the place where you doomed me, with the cross still a bitter reminder of what happened. I had already swore vengeance for what you've done, but after my return i found out how to execute it...eye for an eye. Since i have the power now, i decided to show you the hell you made me go through, and step one was to kill anyone and everyone around you, close or not, and the second, is to trap you in the same place you trapped me, just better."
The hero dashes toward the villain, ready to beat him into a pool of blood and tissue, but as he blinks, he is in another place, vast sandy ground, pillars, and chains. He screams, he yells, he calls out to the villain, demanding that he fought him like a man. But the villain simply responded
"I am a man no longer, and you are in a prison that, truly, this time there is no escape from"
The chains rush to the hero, binding him to the pillars, making him kneel. He scream, but they only go into the vast nothingness, not even an echo returning.
Dude you should be a writer
@@kanekiken8139 actually am, an amateur one. As a hobby
Now that I think about it... Writing a (actual) Villian is way harder than a Hero. To make a average hero, you just add justice, kindness, values and that stuff. To write a villian, however, you have to add a backstory, circumstances that cause him to change his mindset and ideologies and have a will so strong that he is 100% ready to pull anything that he is about to do to the bitter end.
That's the thing though. You said average hero. You can do the same with an average villain just by making one edgy and evil. What you describe is a well written villain, and it can be just as difficult to write a hero that way. Why do they care about justice? Why are they willing to put their life on the line to ensure that you and I, absolute strangers, survive? The average person wouldn't do that. What trauma did this hero go through to put them in this position? Or, if there's no trauma and they just feel inclined to use their power for good, what mental stress are they enduring with all their near brushes with death? There's a lot to consider!
@@YoungProfessorUtonium You have a point.
@@anthronox4992 I definitely hear what you're saying though. In the past I've had way more fun writing antagonists and have really only recently come into just how neat it can be writing protagonists
Well villains are always broken due to the past triggered it also depends because of mislead path that is like "brainwashed"
It’s easy to be a villain but hard to be a hero.
"We did it! We prevented the apocalypse! Jun can you believe-" He stopped mid-sentence, face growing pale and his smile falling from his lips as though struck. "What are you doing?" He whispered. That was a good question, what _was_ he doing?
He supposed he was doing something adventitious. With the cause of all their problems within the very palm of his hand, it was no wonder Altair was surprised. But even so, they've been through so much together, haven't they? Surely, his people wouldn't lose faith in him that quickly. But despite his optimism, when he looked up, all eyes were trained on him. Wide and weary, it was almost like... they didn't trust him. Somewhere deep within his chest, it didn't just tighten; it _stung._
A scoff forced its way out of his throat before he could stop it, “What, don’t tell me you’re scared of me?” The minor god crooned. Taking a few steps forward. “And here I thought we were past this.”
The human flinched and took a step back, before forcing a smile of his own. “Huh? Me, scared? No, no of course not.” He laughed, shaking his head but the dark deity could hear the subtle tremble of his words. He continued, “We’re friends. Say, friends carry each other’s stuff, right? I can carry it for you, at least until we can dispose of it properly, yeah?” Reaching a hand out.
Daijun followed the man’s gaze to the bioweapon in hand before looking back at him. He stared at his out-reached palm for a long moment, clarity dawning on him. “You think I’ll break it?” Jun asked, but it sounded more like a statement.
Altair flinched but shrugged anyway, “Not that you’ll break it per say…”
“Shut up and give it to the hero already! You’re making everyone here anxious.” A woman piped up from those around them. Altair shot her a look that could kill, but it didn’t stop the whispers of agreement that followed. Different voices. Too many people with too many tones, echoing from all around him; blending, mixing; incoherent but somehow all too loud to his ears. _Stop. Stop, make it all stop!_
He tightened his grip on the orb.
The silence was _instantaneous._ He could finally breathe…but it didn’t last long until-
“Quick, Hero! Kill it before he dooms us all!” Someone shouted.
“Right! We don’t need him anymore!” A second came after. And after that, and after that. There was more screaming and hollering for his damnation. Again, and again until eventually, it all bled into the same cursed chant. “Save us, hero! Save us!” Hostile expressions, and outreached hands blurred around him, closing in. A startled cry broke out from him when a sharp pain shot up his back. He turned, only to see that one of the crowd members had a black feather in her hand, all bloody and crooked. Did she wretch it from his wing?! Jun hastily flew up and over them, as not to lose any more. There were gasps and they crowded beneath, cursing and hollering but it didn’t matter anymore. Not when he saw Altair.
“You said they would never hurt me!” He cried out, liquid streaming down his cheeks but beneath the tears, his eyes were set ablaze. Flames spurred by the bleeding of his heart. “You brought me out of the dark and told me everything was going to be okay- that I didn’t have to hide away anymore, and I could live amongst you humans, because you know I don’t have anything else. All I have is this- please, tell them, tell them you didn’t use me! Tell them I’m more than just a tool to you and you won’t discard me!”
The hero stared agape at him and between the chaos and noise, he hung his head in defeat. No sound came out, but his mouth moved, and Jun could see it all the same.
“I couldn’t do it alone.”
Not a yes, I’ll fix this.
Not, yes, we’re more than that; we’re friends.
Or even a, we did this together.
But he, the hero, couldn’t do it alone.
It sounded more like _‘I’m sorry.’_
The _hero_ never trusted him to begin with. He didn't _care._
_And Daijun could not forgive that._
The deity flapped his wings, higher and higher than ever before. The once roaring flames were now replaced instead with something dark and cold. Ice in his veins; in his heart and in his mind. It was all so numb now. He finally understands clearly. With the sphere in hand, he stretched out his arm, holding it over their heads. If they screamed, he couldn’t hear it. Not like it would change much anyway, they’ve made their choices and so has he.
_It was all so very clear._
“Funny, You were _my_ hero.” He chuckled mirthlessly to no one in particular. "But you took everything from me.”
And with that, he let go.
The world was never the same after that.
Is this from somewhere, because it sounds very interesting to read
Damn bro some good story line
"Oh so-called mighty hero who guard the world of the gods and their creations in this wretched world.
Are you content?
Are you happy that your work has prevented a damaged family from having a second opportunity at healing?
a means of getting the lost back to where they came from? " The Demon Lord, who was standing in front of the godly crusaders, inquired as those who had fallen from the hero's Holy Sword rose to their feet and began to walk once more.
The demon lord became louder with each stride, dark mist forming a dark armor around his body, saying, "The gods have deceived you hero... This city that you attacked properly belongs to us, the people of this country was once like any other you have seen."
The holy sword of the Hero reacted strongly toward the Demon Lord, seemingly longing for him.
"The gods stole everything from us, including our country, friends, home, and our way back home to our world. . . Similar to what you just accomplished.
Hero, we were once the gods' weapons much like you.
Summoned to defend this wretched place!
After putting out those who stood in their path, they treated us like nothing.
The suffering we underwent for them!
The lives of the martyrs who gave their lives for them!
the worshipers of them!
They were murdered in our presence, hero!
They tormented those who refused to surrender to them and burnt the living!
And US! WHOM THEY THROWN INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION TO BE FORGOTTEN AND NEVER TO BE HEARD OF AGAIN!"
The Demon Lord roared and caused a shockwave around them, splitting the mountains and the clouds around them and even knocking out or just straight up killing the hero's comrades.
The hero's sword then flew back at the hands of the demon lord.
It's once White bright blade became dark, it's golden yellow designs turned into red, then the heroes insignia turned into the first insignia of the heroes with a sword stabbing through the portals of hell.
"This sword you wield once belonged to me, you never even tried to learn it's name nor it's personality. All you did was just use and abuse it's power, use it as a tool and nothing more. I'll show you the true power of The Sword who suffered, who sacrificed, who worked hard, who never gave up. . . The Unyielding."
The Demon Lord raised his now Unholy sword at the sky and pointed it at the hero "You hero and the gods who have taken everything away from me, from us, will now feel the wrath of those you have struck down."
"Hero, let it go." Said the Demon Lord
"If something doesn't really work, there's no use in trying." He said with a saddened voice
"Going up against us right then was meaningless because we had already prevailed even then.
The Gods were aware of this as well, but they wanted to use you to destroy us. They should have known better.
They are viewed as flawless beings by all other creatures, yet in our eyes, they are also failures like us."
The demon lord looked at the portal that they have made with a soft smile
"We were god's weapons back then like I said, serving the same primordial gods that you did, but despite our sacrifices and labor, eradicating everyone in their path, they rejected our wish by merely saying they lack the power to assign us back home and locking us in the dimension of the dark void." He clenched his fist and looked at the hero again.
Until Suddenly the Demon Lord Begged on his knees
"Please, this is all we ask for.
We merely wanted to return to our old lives, where we were just regular kids attending school, learning how to find a job to support our families, and hanging out with friends who enjoyed our company.
We've been trapped in this miserable place with those gods over 800 years, and we simply want to go home, so please...Give us this chance to return whence we came from. . ."
"When i do good.. i still get treated as a villain, when a hero does good they get treated like kings and queens.."
it still happens in everyday life.
@@HeroMusicOfficial Facts
Hero standing defiantly in the center of a court: you took everything from me.
A Lich sitting in his throne swirling a glass of of a fruity drink: o-o-oh did well news flash kiddo, I haven’t done Jack shit to you or your kingdom in the past 500 years. Want to know who really did everything to you?!…your own people.
Hero: LIAR!! (Attempts to swing sword but the blade refuses to move)
Lich standing up after downing his glass and starts to circle the hero: let’s breakdown your back story hm? You said your village was burned down during a raid you said and when you asked the nobles for help they immediately pointed at me saying I was the one who did it. But did you every investigate their claims, did you truly I who owns an entire kingdom with enough treasures to equal a size of mountain would attack and pillage a village? Did you ever notice how the nobles were always so rich yet they never lifted a single finger?
The hero drops his sword and launch’s towards the lich with balled up fists but only to miss as the lich simply dodges his attack: RAAAGGAH SHUT UP!!!
The lich walks a few steps before picking up the sword: and also you said supposedly that my forces are the reason of your girlfriends death. That somehow my forces were able to breach the kingdoms most fortified castle, during a party and somehow we were able to pour poison wine for just your girlfriend and not the king? Sounds might suspicious doesn’t it.
The hero now freed from the clutter of armor he fell into rises up but doesn’t attack
The lich gracefully sliding his boney finger across the blades edge and admire the swords beauty: and they said they gave you this mighty sword that apparently is the only thing that can kill me, a sword enchanted with enhanced durability, sharpness and imbued with holy magic…what a load of bullshit. This sword is not enchanted but cursed, cursed to make the wielder extremely narrow minded, and easily proned to suggestions. Tell me hero, have you ever made a choice that was your own.
The hero suddenly has thousands of flashbacks to moments in time where a noble, a prince or a lord has “asked” him to do a task and tasks that would make any other person think twice and how he followed them without question.
The lich places the sword down on the table before walking towards the hero: if anyone took anything it was you my dear “he-r” you have burned my nations crops, slaughter my people and have nearly cut every single trade we have. If anyone should be made, IT SHOULD BE ME!!!
The lich’s voice shakes the castle and dust and mortar fall to the ground. The skeleton’s red eyes look at the hero before reaching out a hand: but I’m not at least not at you, I will tell you a secret of why my army is so strong. It’s the strongest because everyone of my soldiers has been a chosen one sent to kill me, so I’ve done this song and dance for a some time.
The lich sits back in his throne with a sense of
Weariness: I’m tired of seeing young souls like yourself being sent to their deaths to appease the masses. So join me hero so we can take down the true villains.
“You know, either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. We all are just here to play our part on this stage called a world. Let’s get to our final show, shall we?”
"Give up! I don't want to kill you!" spoke the hero Reikki as his holy blade was locked in battle with the dark lord Anthrahal, who's inward rage and sorrow shown through his eyes.
"Did you give my wife, or my daughter, or even my son that offer?! Did you?!" Lord Anthrahal spat at the hero as he released one arm off his sword's hilt and punched the hero square in the face.
"They gave me no choice!" shouted as he recovered from the stagger, leaping back into battle.
Lord Anthrahal swung his greatsword wildly, clashing against the hero's blade and shield with great rings of metal upon metal.
"Choice?" Anthrahal spoke mockingly between swings. "There were so many times when any of my generals could have slaughtered you and your allies, but chose to conduct themselves honorably" he said. Anthrahal continued, "Yet not a single time when you were given a chance did you extend that same mercy to your defeated enemies!"
The hero raised his shield above his head to intercept the overhead strike from the mighty jagged greatsword and took a particularly heavy blow, causing him to again stagger and drop to one knee, attempting to catch his breath.
Anthrahal paused and took a moment to rant at the small silver armored man.
"You came into _MY HOME_ . You murdered _MY WIFE_ in our own bed chambers. You struck down _MY DAUGHTER_ while she fled from you in her night gown. And you struck down a 10yo boy, _MY SON_ , who had taken up a dagger in defense of his sister!"
The hero struggled to his knees, raised both shield and blade and readied himself. Anthrahal came charging in as both warriors again clashed blade and shield, bone and flesh against one another. "I am not the villain here! I was chosen by the god of justice to put an end to your choas and tyranny!" Reikki shouted amidst swings of his sword. He shouted more to himself and his doubts than to Lord Anthrahal.
"Justice.. Justice?! Do you call this justice?!" as Anthrahal stepped back and opened both arms out wide, exxaggeratingly looking around at dead warriors who littered the once respectable throne room. Including the bodies of the slaim companions of the god's chosen hero.
"I am named hero and champion among _my people_ and to do justice for them." Anthrahal spoke through gritted teeth as he lept forward with a sidelong strike and the deadly duel continued. " I inheirited a broken and sickly kingdom. My people were starving and I was tasked with saving them! I extended the hand of friendship to your king, fought for he and his people against your enemies, and only asked that he kept his word! But he betrayed me. He betrayed all of my people. And so we took what was rightfully ours!"
" _YOU LIE_ ! " spoke the hero in both denial and outrage as he held his shield up in front of him and charged leading with the tip of his blade. These were all lies. Lies told by a desperate and injured overlord seeking to throw him off his balance and cause his faith to waver. He had to believe that what he was doing was right. Reikki had to believe that his friends had not died for nothing. Anthrahal continued.
"It doesn't matter if you believe me. What truth matters is that _YOU'VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME_ and you will die this night!" said Anthrahal as he too lowered the tip of his blade forward and charged.
When the two foes met, there was no fancy footwork, no expertly executed bladework. Just silence as both combatants collided against one another, canceling out each other's momentum, the embraced one another tightly through gasps and grunts, each other's sword portruding from the other's back. The holy sword of Reikki glowing brightly as it sapped the life from Anthrahal.
The hero Reikki released his grip on his sword and breathed his last as darkness quickly took him. But Anthrahal mustered every last bit of his remaining strength to whisper a few words into the now empty room, as tears of sadness and relief welled up into his eyes.
"I did it Dhalia... I avenged you... I avenged our babies..." he spoke softly as his eyes slowly closed and he departed this world.
Anthrahal was finally at peace.
10/10 I really want to make an animated story if that's okay with you once I take animated classes
@@BlackRose-zp2kc Cool go 4 it
@@BlackRose-zp2kc 1 year waiting already and still no signal of that. :(
"Congratulations, you've upgraded from being a hero to a cold-blooded murderer. Good job." He coughed out, clapping his bloody, clammy hands together. He winced, but nevertheless kept talking "But did you have to use a sword though? Couldn't you use a gun or snap my neck like normal people? My sides are killing me here, literally."
"I'm not like you," She denied breathlessly, blade still in hand. It trembled in her grasp. "I'm not a murderer, I-, I'm a hero and you're the villain." She spit through gritted teeth, "You shouldn't have been so evil!"
He rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. It ached to move, but it was worth it to see the stupid look on her face. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the bad guy and you're the goody-two-shoes, except wait-" He gasped dramatically, clapping a hand to his cheek. "You can't be the hero because you committed premeditated murder."
" You spread a plague! Hundreds, no, thousands are dead because of you, you delusional psycho!" She snapped back.
He coughed up a wet laugh, "Please, I hear enough of that from my therapist." He wiped his eyes clean and grinned, "Anyway, this ain't about me, we're talkin' about you. What're you going to do now? Now that you're a villian and all?"
"I am not a villian." She growled to which he snapped his fingers in reply, "Anti-hero, then."
She yanked him by the collar of his shirt, nearly choking off his air supply in doing so, before slamming his head back into the pavement. "Look, you rotten little goblin of a man. I am nothing like you. You will be going to hell when you die, not me, get that through your thick skull." Her brows crumbled and her grip loosened, "I don't enjoy this, you know? I don't like hurting people, I'm not that kind of person. But you... you're too dangerous to be left alive, not after what you did."
For a moment, she thought he was finally at a loss for words.
But then he opened his big fat mouth.
"You never did ask me why_I did what I did, huh." He murmured in wonder.
She scowled, "No. Why should I? It's bad, no matter the reason." He stared at her strangely, before looking away with a knowing smile.
"Of course, you would say that." He hummed.
She let go of him and leaned back against the wall. Silence filled the room.
She sighed. "You're thinking of monologuing your evil plan to me as your last words, aren't you?"
"Absolutely." He sing-sang.
"Fine, have at it then." She grumbled. It was the least she could do since he was dying.
“Well,” He cleared his throat. “It all started when I was a little orphan boy-”
She interrupted, “Get to the important parts, you donkey.”
He raised his head from the ground to glare at her for a second, “I was getting to that.” He said, before letting it fall back down. There was a pause, some harsh breathing before- “I met a girl at the orphanage. Wasn’t anyone special, had no talent and no discernable personality. Just a poor girl with a poor future, doomed to fail as far as the world was concerned. But what she did, it stuck with me forever.”
She watched him catch his breath again. Quietly.
“There was only one thing my biological parents left me and it was a sandwich. A bologna sandwich, with mayonnaise and peanut butter. Ah, and pickles. It was a good sandwich…” He narrowed his eyes at the sky, “But I couldn’t eat it, because if I ate it, I wouldn’t have anything else to remember them by. So I did what any normal person would do and I wrapped it in plastic, and let it rot in my pockets. That girl however…” He grimaced. “ She must have been starving when she was dropped off at that orphanage, because stole it from me and ate it right in front of me. She took everything from me that day and she didn’t even realize it. Why would someone eat a cold, moldy sandwich?” He turned his head, tears in his eyes. “Why?”
She was speechless.
He stared at her hard, but eventually closed his eyes and took a deep, sniveling breath again. “That was when I realized, humanity was better off dead. Just like my parents, just like you should have been when you ate my sandwich.”
“You knew it was me?!” She exclaimed.
And he would have laughed in her face, had he not died right after.
Broooo ToT damm man i need more
perfect, comedy, comedy and...
mar comedy. Love it.
Unexpected plot twist..
Oh damn he got the last laugh. XD
I love how it was implied he killed most of a society over a sandwich.
“History will always be one sided, because it’s only written and told threw the eyes of the winners.”
"i used to be a hero like you, beloved by the people, sought out for the wisdom i had, sought out for my strength! but what did i get when i finished my adventure against evil? nothing, i had gained nothing for the people i strived to save had only fear in them, i was cast out, sent off to my death, but i am back to bring ruin over the place i called my home, thier is no compassion from me anymore, their will be no mercy, no hero shall rise up for i will crush them as soon as they appear" the villain says to the hero, a black sword in one boney hand and a book in the other boney hand. The lifeless body of the hero in front of him fresh wounds ranging from burn marks to festering and deep slashes across the chest and back
Great besides the misuse of their.
“The difference between a hero and a villain is that while both have been under a lot of pressure, the hero persisted and their light was shown. The villain persisted too but they fell down, all their light turned black to keep themselves alive.” - Something i thought while playing darkest dungeon and looking how the stress was increasing too quickly
"And yet," the hero says, saddened but resolute, as he raises his blade, "You have proven that the one thing I should have taken from you that day, I let you keep."
"There once was a hero like you who was the hand of the people... but one day they turned on him and forced his hand to fall into the dark... As he stood there watching in anger and pain of his betrayal, the people rejoiced and had party's forgetting the fallen hero... he who has led their armys, he who has been in showered in happiness, he who has fought for them... thrown away into darkness. That same "Hero" who has fallen from their grace now stands here infront of you Hero as the people's fear... let this be known that once I am done with you I will break their spirit and their will."
It's so ironic.
Even if I die, what did you achive?
Peace?
Safety?
*laughs hysterically*
All this will be gone once they have no use of you.
THEY WILL HUNT YOU DOWN JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR EXISTANCE, JUST LIKE YOU DID TO ME.
YOU HEAR ME HERO?
THEY WILL CAST YOU OUT!
And I, will enjoy, every, moment of that!
*said the villian calmly*
"Why." they asked. "I'd lost already but you've still come to claim more. Was it not enough that you slaughtered my people and ruined my kingdom. Now you come to mock me for it." From the shadowed depths of the cell, the bent figure didn't even look human. Flickering candle lights showed a hero, dressed in the finest silks and shining armor. The hero lifted a torch and the dark glint of iron chains could b seen before the darkened figure. "You took everything from me," the figure said, tilting their head just slightly. Spiderweb cracks mimicked the cobwebs covering the cell. "Now it's my turn." The chain never gave way, but the same could not be said for the cell as it all fell apart.
“A villain is just a dreamer who fell into a nightmare”
"I am the accumulation of struggle and pain. I was born in it, molded by it. And when I saw the opposite, it blinded me. I was in fear, hero. And the only thing I knew was to shut it off. Now tell me, how are you any different?"
I thought this fit well with something I’m working on! 17:43
The tavern was empty. Mostly everyone left before sundown so they wouldn’t have to walk in the dark. The remaining few laughed as they talked amongst themselves and alcohol in their system. They called themselves the heroes of their village and far beyond. They hunt creatures such as orcs, pixies, even vampires. They say they protect people. But at what cost? The lives of innocent creatures. Many non-human creatures are harmless and only hunt when needed. Some are innocent but they slay them anyway. Children, women, and even the old arnt spared…
Their laughter was interrupted by the tavern door swinging open. In the door frame stood a small figure with a hood over his head. He looks up slowly to look at them. Eventually one of the “hero’s” spoke up. “Um? Can we help you kid? You know you shouldn’t be walking alone this late.” The small figure looked at him and glared. “You can help me. By paying for all the lives you have ruined…” he says without breaking his stare. The others look confused and laugh a little. “Kid. We don’t ruin lives. We save em. We protect the people of this village from low life creatures. We’re the ones that keep your family safe.” The boy chuckled as he removed his hood.
“you took my family away from me…” the boy says as he takes another step through the open door of the tavern, wind blowing at his feet. They all look confused. “You that group if warlocks kid right? Your family is just fine. We did nothing to them.” Says one of the hero’s in defense. He smiles and laughs. “I meant my real family…” they all looked in shock as the villain drew his sword without even touching it. “Do you remember that house down the road that you burned down all those years ago…? well let’s just say I’m here to even the score…”
All of them stand up and draw their weapons ready to fight. “That house belonged to a vampire and a traitor! Clearly we missed one…” one says as he raises his bow. “We’ll deal with you quickly, kid. Then we’ll pay the warlocks a visit asking why the hell they were keeping a vampire under our noses!”
The boy looked around and laughed. “What’s so funny kid? Actually think you can beat us? It’s 12 to 1!” The boy calms his laughter and looks up at them with a crooked smile. “No. I don’t think so… I know so…” with that final line, his sword swung around the room slaughtering them all before they had time to react. Once the job is done the boy cleans his sword and places it back in the sheath.
As he turns to leave he hears a faint cry. He turns to see a small boy standing in the middle of the tavern. He walks up to him and kneels to his level. The small child is clearly scared. The boy placed his hand on his cheek and whipped his tears away. “Get your hands off my boy!” One of the hero’s yelled while still gasping for air. The boy looked at him and then back to his son. He stands up and picks up the boy. “Put him down!”
Completely ignoring the dying man, the boy walks out of the tavern with the child. Once they are far enough away, the boy looks at the sleeping child in his arms. He had bruises and burns on his arm. Along with fresh cuts that were most likely made from glass. The boy sighed. “You don’t deserve to live amongst this cruel and horrible race…” the boy says as he slowly leans in towards the child's neck. “I’ll… I’ll take good care of you…” and with that final sentence, the boy bites down and within that moment, a new war has begun.
[Years down the line when the inevitable happens....]
"YOU TOOK MY LIFE FROM ME!!!"
A Sword, glowing with darkness and shadow, cuts through the man the child once called father, standing with a failure of a Witch, a Tinkerer, and a failed Experiment. "I gave you a life.... A life away from those despicable beings..... AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!" He shouts, the same blade that cut apart the heroes all that long ago, clashes with Evelfall, his Son's sword....
"You took me away from my true Father... My REAL Father..... That, is what you did!!" The young man speaks again, as the Dancing Dark Blades clash again and again, as the Witch sends bolt after bolt of distorted magic at the twisted Survivor of the Warlocks.... Whose heart had been slowly shattering as his son fights him..... But realizing that he is no better....
But.... He should be better. He IS better than those damned heroes, he made this child stronger, raised him as his own, and- Then it stings.... It stings like a billion holy blades carving through his flesh at once. The back of his mind, he knew. He knew that in that moment.... He is no better than that man in the Tavern all that long ago. Fates be cruel, he played into the hands of time and destiny all too well. For he, in his sheer visage.....
Had become a mockery of the person he once was. So.... He was supposed to be the Dark Threat of existence after all. Well. Let us dance, he thinks, as he welcomes the challenge.... Between father, and child.
@@monsterhiddenfromthesun210 nice !
I kind of want a movie about a villain watching his hero slowly become the villain
The boys is similar not exactly the premise though
Homelander just starts off the villain
Megamind
@@ChainsawBlood845 I mean the villain becomes a hero(Megamind)
Metro Man was mostly forced into the role as hero by society before retiring and taking his neutral role as Music Man.
And Hal(Tighten) was… well, he was a villain from the start. Just not as bad as he would be later.
You just described the entire prequel era of starwars lol
The amount of inspiration both in the video and the comments are truly a goldmine, I'm in heaven
ikr? these comments are filled with villain concept for writers to experiment with
"Now you're the monster, you're the haunted, you're this world next villain and even more feared than me"
"History has taught me 2 things:
1. Every step of progress must be bought with bloodshed.
2. No one learns from history.
Everyone believes in hope, justice, whatever you name it. Choosing between 2 sides whose kept on blaming each other for the suffering in the world hoping they're the right one.
American against the British.
French against the Monarch.
Allies against the Axis.
Capitalists against the Communists.
HERO against the VILLAINS.
If i must be the villain to safe the world from idiocracy, the most ruthless and cruel one i'll be.
Hero: You took everything from me!
Villain: Then maybe you should have checked for a roll before you shit.
"A hero is born to blind others of the grievances and bloodshed of others."
The villain stood over the ‘hero’ a slight grin on his face. He supposed he should feel something. Excitement or maybe relief but his emotions had been carved out years ago. He used to live happily and this girl, slumped on the floor blood dripping from her wounds, used to be his closest friend. He let out a low laugh. The thought might be hilarious if he wasn’t standing over her with a sword pressed against her neck. “Tell me. Darling did you laugh when you ripped away everything I tried for?”
The girls breaths were heavy and only a whimper was her reply. “Look at this!” The ‘villain’ shouted over the bloodied field. Fire spread over everything proving that at the end of it all everyone returns to dust. The villain thought it ironic.
The hero spoke of a place where all could live happily and for years he believed her. He did until the moment her blade had slid across a throat. “What did you call my power when we were little?” The girl finally mustered her courage to look up at her once friend. She gulped knowing the answer.
Lifting her chin she spoke with shaky words “the begging” the words hung in the air soaked with the smell of burnt flesh.
“And the end” the ‘villain’ finished letting his power overwhelm him. He felt the torrent of energy rip through him but this time he let it grow. The cool feeling of his power burned him from the inside out until all was left was dust. the ‘hero’ every being in the entire world now remain as dust simply blowing in the wind.
The hero hovered above the villain. "Are you done?" The villain grinned. "Am I...... done..?" The eyes of the villain showed desire for nothing but vengeance for his people. Though he grinned, the emotions his eyes spoke to the hero were complete opposites. "You've taken everything from me. My family. My comrades. [he coughed]...MY PEOPLE!" The villain's grin was instantly replaced by fury. "You and your..... 'people' were evil from the start. You showed no signs of surren-" before the Hero could even finish, the villain interrupted him. "YOU were the ones- [he coughed] who showed no signs of MERCY!" The villain shouted in rage from the words he'd just heard from the mouth of the hero, as blood trickled down from every corner of his body. "The reason we fought back... was because you didn't let us speak... because you saw us as nothing more than fodder, the FOUNDATION for your so-called 'paradise'. You know that very well, don't you..?" the villain gritted his teeth so hard, an aura materialized around him. The hero's eyes widened in worry. "What I did was for the future." Before even a second could pass after those words left the hero's mouth, the villain retaliated. "The future of those who are privileged, right? Yeah, that's right. We're just your stepping stones. You never considered us your kind." The villain laughed maniacally as he put his hands over his face as if trying to make sense of the 'justice' that the hero was so proud of. "THE FUTURE I WILL CREATE...." The villain took a step towards the hero. "IS A WORLD, WHERE EVERYONE IS EQUAL." As those words left the villain's mouth, the tension was so heavy that it was as if every sound on earth had came to a halt. "A WORLD... WHERE NOBODY HAS TO WORRY ABOUT 'PRIVILEGES', OR THEIR 'SOCIAL RANKING', NONE OF THAT BULLSHIT!" The hero was visibly trying to keep his composure, but it was obvious he was fearing.... something. "Gh!" The hero gritted his teeth as he gripped onto his fist tightly. "How ANNOYING!" The hero landed a strike on the villain's face. "What's... wrong? Your strike just now.... it's weaker than before!" The hero's face turned to horror, as he realized the villain caught his punch. "Hehehehe.... HAHAHAHAHA!" The villain laughed sadistically. "Let go!" The hero muttered, while trying to release himself from the unusual superhuman grip of the villain. "Now... you will be the first... they will see just how powerful we can be...!" The villain pulled the hero closer. "No amount of torture will be enough to compensate for the pain we have went through." The villain's grip tightened as the hero screamed in pain. "In fact, what I'm about to do is the greatest mercy we can even offer you. Be grateful, you fuckhead 'hero'."
"Greetings, Hero. My name is Lesthan Nunn. 'tis an odd name I'll grant you, but that's the amount of thought you've given my existence: _less than none._ And before I set this city on fire, it was even less than that, if at all possible. All I've been before now is one of 30 million faces forgotten in the heap of corpses your senseless war left behind. I trust you sat down and counted the cost before you decided to rain fire upon my homeland, no? No, of course not. No one was supposed to emerge from the ashes and sow doubt about the history you wrote. You scorched earth to be certain men like me would never darken your doorstep. But I am here nonetheless, and more is the pity.
" 'What do I want?' Do you think that I am here to haggle with you like a merchant? Is my hat in my hand, or on my head? There is no bargain you may strike which may stay the compulsion that drives me now. An apology will not do. Nothing you possess is worth the lives of my family, you cannot un-scar my face, and you cannot return the sight to my right eye. There is simply no way to return what you have taken from me. Even the sight of you on your knees, weeping with remorse would give me no satisfaction now. I want nothing from you. It is simply my purpose to destroy that which you love, which you protect, which you value. It is my reason to exist. And when you die, it will be my purpose to blot out your legacy. To erase you from history, leaving nothing but empty pages where your story might be written, and to cut out every tongue that utters your name.
"I must apologize for the deception, but in truth, my name is not Lesthan Nunn. It has not been for the last 20 years. So I shall begin again:
"Greetings, Hero. My name is Retribution. Forgive my intrusion, but this visit is long overdue."
"Hero, you took everything thing from me!" A women screamed.
She was wearing a black tight fitting robes and a pointy hat, the purple makeup on her reddened face was smeared down her cheeks. She waved her silver wand at a man standing on the front porch of a suburban home who was wearing bath-robes, reading glasses, and a bewildered expression on his face. It was late in the after-noon, and neighbors were starting to poke their heads out of their homes to see what the commotion was about.
"Karen?! The @#$% you doing here? You not supposed to anywhere near here--!"
"Damn that court order and that judge to hell! Where are my children!"
The man, who's name was Hero Herbert (Weird name, I know), folded his arms and pursed his lips in frustration. "I suggest you leave. Now. Before I call the police."
"You can't stop me from teaching them what is their birthright!"
"Teaching?" The man screamed back before stepping off the porch, now standing directly before his ex-wife pointing an accusatory finger at his ex-wife, "You attempt to throw Bill and Ted off a cliff!"
"I gave them a broom!"
"'A' broom! They nearly died!"
"I was there the whole time watching them, Hero, I know what I am doing! You have no right to stop them from learning sorcery!"
"You turned them into frog as punishment for talking back! Bill has a panic attack every time he even gets a whiff of a cat!"
"Bill should've stayed in the house! I've had it far worse then they ever did, and I intend for them to be so powerful that they will never have to fear anything!" So get out of my way or... or..."
She trailed off as she noticed a third figure stepping from the house, her wand lowering as she recognized the man with a long wise but cheery face and blue sparkling robes.
"M--Merlin?" She squeaked. "Ms. Herbert," Merlin acknowledged her with a slight nod.
"I... wha... what is he... what are *you* doing here?" She asked, her previous enraged state now extinguished by the mere sight of the powerful wizard.
"Tutoring Bill and Ted; wonderful students, though a bit subdued and have an aversion towards transmutation and flying. I'm honestly surprised they still have a interest in magic at all... Considering what you put them through..."
Karen glared at Hero. "You didn't want me teach them magic."
"I never said I had a problem with them learning magic," Mr. Herbert replied, "I repeatedly told you that the problem was you."
thanks for your story but i think the hero wont call the police
*His eyes blaze brightly with black and blue flames as his broken mask whirs and clicks, trying to move. Through the hole of his mask he looks at the hero standing in front of him. Axel's gaze goes from his surroundings to the one that took everything from him. He breathes out slowly as he stands, his broken arm snaps back Into place and with the other arm he raises his ghostly blue blade and utters its name, causing it to erupt with sapphire blue and white flames. As he grins under his mask the hero is baffled at how this, this monster is still standing. The hero shakes his head and exclaims a tremendous battle cry and the shouts of his army echos throughout the valley. Axel chuckles softly as he pulls out the dagger he made for his love, a beautifully made blade that shines of a unbroken bond and serves as proof that they'll meet again. He smiles and puts the dagger away, showing her blade is for peace while his is for battle and protection. He growls in such a way that the thunder overhead rumbles and grows loud. As the army draws near he laughs and walks towards the sea of battle as it rushes to him like a tsunami rushes to the land. The sky around him darkens and erupts with a blinding flash of pure white and blue lightning. With the first strike he leaps Into the air and slams down in the middle of the battle hungry army, causing the earth to tremble in a shockwave that shatters many of the shields. As the ferocious maw begins to clamp down on him he laughs loudly as he counters and slices his way through it all. Each solider is a tooth in this maw of rage, and with each swipe, parry, slice of his blazing blade a tooth is broken. He rips the army apart as their "heroic" Commander watches in utter horror at what his actions have created. Axel roars and laughs as he tears his way to the Commander who is now just a wee bae in the lonely woods of fear. The Commander tries to run but his body is frozen in ice that turns crimson red as it gets stained in the blood of the soldiers he lead to death itself. Axel walks to the pitiful excuse of a hero as he has mowed down the entire army that was nearly ten nations strong. All that death was because of a selfish "hero" that wanted to conquer the world, his conquest ends here. As Axel walks to the now frozen human it starts to beg for mercy* "Mercy? You dare ask for that which you would not give?! Tsk how pitiful. I should leave you here to bask in the horror you caused. But that'd be merciful, heh and I have no mercy for you" *His deep voice chills the "hero" to the bone as it begins muttering an incantation. As he raises his blade and moves it so to cut the head off the "hero" he finishes the incantation* "I condem you to suffer a fate worse than death or mercy. I will send your still moving torso to the capital and show them who you are, a cowardly worm." *With that the hero screams but nothing comes out as his limbs are cut from his body. The pain is agonizing as it is the all of the purest pain he caused this land. Axel grabs the worms torso with head still attached and begins his trek to the capital. His freezes the cowards mouth shut for the journey and sheaths his sword as he breathes out and feels that justice is soon to be dealt to the coward*
Holy Bro just make a whole point at this point lol
@@GingahVA wdym?
@@cybertronian1616 Bruh english 100 be like haha What i meant was make a whole series* at this point
@@GingahVA is it really that good?
@@cybertronian1616 Yes! This comment is so underrated
Hero... A title for beings with the noblest heart and bringer of justice and peace. You who overcomes all obstacles and challenges your way, onwards to your glorious journey of defeating evil and humanity's worst enemy, such as I.
"I praise you for coming this far, Hero." I say. Oh how unfortunate that this is the end. Alas like others before me, we've tried and failed. How unfortunate indeed, Hero.
"You may have bested me in battle, toppled down my army, and..." I paused "Now it is your turn." Oh Hero, you who've slaughtered under me should've been the ones receiving your protection. I mourn that we cannot break this chain of cruel fate and now you shall carry on this curse upon our predecessors. Ah Hero, that look of hatred, I know it too well.
"Hero, will you be the one to break this fate?" I bid you good luck and farewell, o Hero.
Deep in the formless void between realms. The Evil King stood defiant even as his chains held him in place. A crown of spikes jutting out from his head siphoning his power out to fuel his prison. While the chains sapped his strength. A massive gaping hole in his chest bleed white as tears of anger, rage, hatred and sorrow poured forth from his eyes.
His prison a shattered fragment of his once magnificent castle.
Standing before him, the Hero.
The one who had turned his people against him. Had taken his kingdom. Taken his family. Taken his power and taken his life.
Now stood before him.
“We need you. The world needs you.” The Hero told him.
“Why should I help you?” The Evil King asks through gritted teeth and anguished speech.
“The forces of Darkness threaten to over run the world and destroy the world. Without you to control them, they are running rampant and destroying everything.” The Hero tells him with disdain at having to suggest that they need the Evil Kings help.
“You still have not told me why I should help you.” The Evil King says clutching his fists together.
“If you don’t help us. All the people of your kingdom will die!” The Hero shouted.
“They are not my people. You took them from me, Hero.” The Evil King spat.
“Your kingdom will be destroyed without your intervention!” The Hero shouts a hint of desperation entering his voice.
“It is not my kingdom. You took that from me, Hero.” The Evil King responded with a sneer.
“Your daughter needs you! She will perish under the avalanche of the hordes of Darkness without you! Don’t you feel anything for her?” The Hero demanded.
The Evil King paused, he did love his daughter. He had raised and watched her grow from a young girl. To a beautiful woman that would cause armies to be raised to be sent to retrieve her. But then her remembered how she betrayed him and her parting words.
“Your reign ends here, you are not my father and I am not your daughter. I will choose my own fate now and no longer be under your rule.” She told him defiantly as she had been the to deliver the massive hole in his chest by using her magical powers on him. A wedding ring upon her finger, a similar ring he now saw upon the Hero’s own hand.
.
Despite his love for his daughter. She had made her choice and he would respect her choice. His beloved wife died in child birth and his son died in battle against the Hero and his revolutionary forces.
“I do not have any family. For you took those from me too, Hero.” The Evil King said slowly.
“There is nothing you can use to convince me, Hero. For you have taken everything from me.” The Evil King said mournfully recounting in his mind all the events he had done to rule and ensure a fair and equal kingdom for all men. How it all came crashing down and the instigator of it all now standing before him.
“You took everything from me.” He repeats, his voice getting louder.
“You took everything from me!” He repeats, his voice not only getting louder, but angrier and more filled with hatred as despite the shackles holding him and the crown siphoning off his power. The Evil King stood.
“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” The Evil King shouts as his eyes brim with energy as tears stream down his face from his eyes. The rage, hatred, anger and anguish he felt fueled his current defiance.
As the Evil Kings body bristled with magical energy. The wound in his chest flowed anew with not blood but pure magic. Covering the tattered and ruined regal clothes the king had worn. At this display the Hero unconsciously took a step back.
“Do you hear me Hero? You took everything from me!” The Evil King shouts causing the formless void around him to react. Bits and pieces of his prison began to break off and float around him. Slabs of rock many tones in weight rose up as lightning crackled all around the abyss. The Evil Kings power reaching the point where even contained and restrained he could exert his will upon even this abyssal prison.
You should write a book about the king
Ok that’s simply epic
this is cool
"Every villain has a reason, even if it's bleak, still. Give them some respect. They can earn more than a hero. More gratitude. And certainly more praise"
In the great chasm, after many fights against eldritch monstrosities, friends lost and wounds inflicted, the prophesied hero finally arrives at the foot of a great stairway, where at the top, the villain is waiting for him. He stands up from his throne with a bored attitude and slowly descends the stairs until the hero can grasp at he's shape. Indeed it was only a shape, almost like a shadow. No features on his face, no skin on his body, no colors to be distinguished, just an obscure matter who took a shape vaguely human. The hero flinched for a moment but an instant later he was ready to attack the villain, the desire to avenge his father and all the other heroes burning his insides like a wildfire.
"Father you say? So many supposed heroes fooled by prophecies have come here before you and you thought I would remember the one who was your father? A failure like all the others that's all I can remember, savages who take up arms and storm my domain, destroy houses, kill families of my people just because their religions or their empires hate us. Now tell me, one of many "heroes", do you still believe you can destroy me?"
"I do not fear you"
"Then you will die as the bravest of fools"
In a second spikes and spears pierce the body of the hero who gets unceremoniously tossed away in a deep pit, where the remains of all the other invaders so called heroes are gathered. The villain sits back on his throne, casting a spell that revives his kind and rebuilds their homes, waiting for another hero to approach and wandering if this useless bloodshed will ever stop.
Everyone hates on the hero, but still want to save them. The villain just says epic flowery words and everyone loves them. Are the people even worth saving?
"If you won't surrender to me villain, then you will scream for me" Hero who has nothing left.
I was casted into the abyss long ago by your kind, but now I'm stronger than ever, and now you, usurper, who took it all from me, I'm back to reclaim the crown, the true conqueror comes ashore, behold the prelude of doom
thanks for your comment, I thought I was reading a poem, it's great💜💜💜
@@HeroMusicOfficial It's just a whim :3
"Give me this happy ending that you didn't deserve, hero." Will be my final villain line
"We rewarded your efforts with every completed quest. Your actions saved our village more times than I can count. No amount of challenge could stop your ever-increasing desire to do good. Until something within you changed. You stopped coming to our village. You found new adventurers to complete quests with. To indulge in becoming a better protector. 'Hero' you weren't there when the bad men came. We waited, as they sieged our village for days, fighting, praying that you would come back to us in time. You never came. Now, after everyone is dead, our memories have become mere whispers to time. HOW DO YOU PLEAD? HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE LACK OF CARE? LACK OF RESPECT? LACK OF DESIRE TO DO GOOD? YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR US. HERO, YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME. Now, I'll show you what happens when someone has nothing left to lose." Cue rock floating, light shining, earth-shattering effects followed with max level stats
walking through what was left of his village he saw the corpses scattered amongst the ruins, finding his wife's body, he cradled his love and he shouted up to the sky in pain. As the 'villain' continued on to what use to be their home he laid his wife body upon their bed, he left quietly. In the center of the village the hero finished off his foe and stripped him of his medallion. "All this destruction for that" cried the villain "he would have destroyed the world if he was able to find its other half." said the 'hero' looking around at the still burning homes and destruction all around him "you took everything from me," He screamed in agony, I swear by all that is unholy you will pay!" The 'hero' turned away callously " I don't even know who you are." lighting crossed the sky as the 'villain' watch the 'hero' fly away "You Will."
thank you lego boba fett
“I used to be a good man, I helped my neighbors, picked trash out of local parks, worked the jobs nobody would
Somewhere along the line i joined the law deluded by the symbol of peace it represented.
But my purity, my good intentions became the mark of a dead man.
They outcasted me like mindless puppets. They scapegoated me into a monster, simply because I wasn’t as cruel as they were
*Wasn’t as Cold as they were*
They took everything I ever loved… and now I’m going to take everything you love
Consider it a courtesy…
For men with no darkness have no place in this world”
-The villain
Jasker narrowed his eyes.
The God the people worshipped flinched at the glare. It was too much like Gollus’. Too much like the condescending stare Gollus would give her when she was deceiving humanity.
It terrified Falkus.
Hasfiren coughed, perfect onyx eyes flitting between his childhood friend and the God of Divi- No. Not the God of Divinity.
The God of Illusions.
Just how many times had he blindly followed that celestial liar? How many times had he been fooled? He didn’t know. Nor did he wish to know.
Jasker’s eyes flicked over to his ally. His body was doubled over on his knees and clutching his lower stomach, Hasfiren’s cloud white hair was soiled in blood and dirt. His shattered armor seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders. He must be exhausted.
Summoning the gift he was given by his friend, he promised he’d make the world see the liars of the world.
He’d purge humans of its conniving rulers.
Jasker will destroy the gods.
“It is time for you to face the Truth, Falkus. It’s time to reap what you have sown.”
"You've lived long enough to see yourself become the villain..., didn't you"
-Me
you stole that from sun tzu man, sick of there people taking false credit smh
"i don't even know who you are"
- Purple pumpkin man
Some day someone will defeat me, BUT IT WILL NEVER BE TODAY, NEVER BE HERE AND IT WILL NEVER BE YOU.
"Just remember if you're a hero, you're a villain to someone's eyes"
The villain coughs blood from his mouth
"Tell me hero" he says "was it worth it"
The hero digs the blade deeper into his chest
"Too bad everyone we love had to die for this moment" the villain grins at him
"Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun."
The entire comment section is a continuation of a story and I love it!
I'm glad you like stories like this too💗💗💗
"You are right of course. But here's the thing." The Hero bade as his smile was beatific it was almost surreal like an angel from paradise promising salvation. "I have not, nor ever will care. Isn't it freeing? How sublime is it to be so utterly... Insignificant. Beneath notice, less than a fart and half as memorable."
"These gifts I gave you really are the only true way to show affection. "I took your heart. But it was you who burned your soul! and for what? A harlot whose body count exceeded the armies on this continent?" The Hero plucked the chains as he struggled in vain. Plucking them affectionately as a maestro does a violin. "More men been inside her than all the armories of the kingdom put together. I say this with utmost affection because she was me..." The bound thing raged more terrible still and the hero slapped the once man across the face. "Yes, idiot I'm spelling it out for you. She wasn't real. A valuable tool I must say. Did you think you're the first? That you were special?" The hero gave it a look of faux shock. "She was and is aspect and mortal incarnation... Of me." The Hero chuckled softly, "But you... You upturned the board as it were. I'll admit, it was impressive smashing the moon into the world. Very novel of you sacrificing entire cities to make the moonfall. So now, here you stay in the world of your own making." The Hero pouted had patted him on the cheek like a besotted child. "But the gods a long time ago decided that villains don't win and so we begin again." The Hero looked up with a pout. "There really was a fascinating harem drama on the other continent you know? And you just ruined EVRYTHING! Surprise anticlimatic midseason finale! So I'm going to spoil everything for you. As the god of evil it really is so ridiculously easy to take over. All you need do is call yourself THE HERO. Surprise! I took your place and spoilers it was boring. Living your life was a chore at best." The hero backed away slowly looking up.
"Its almost time to go." The Hero plunged his sword into a nearby pedestal. "Think of your world you so lovingly created as the foundation of the next and you'll see her again. And when the hero takes up the sword to save the world. Only then will you be granted the sweet embrace of death and not one moment before. So thrash against your bonds. Give in to hate, to madness." The sky opened. "How do I know all this? If you live long enough as a villain. One day you might get to die a Hero. You earned your role and I have mine." Then The Hero was gone and it was left so utterly alone and in isolation without succor... Without solace and little by little it began thrash and worry its bonds and break its way into the new world. Despoiling a virgin world with monsters.
Thanks, great story!
In their wake,upon the sorrow filled moon, the howls of beasts and unconscionable spectres spread. A reflection of its emptiness; its sorrow made hollow and its hunger unchained. It stumbled from its prison. The chains rattling against the ground. The ground cracking with its steps. The darkness ever so slowly giving sway to starlight and amidst the countless horde its voice legion whispers "Hero..."
"I don't even know who you are."
*"...You will."*
''Y-You took everything from me - my homeland, my allies, my compound, my armies. What do you think you'll get out of this?'' The villain grew weak by each word he said. Shimmering blood poured like a waterfall out of a large wound in his chest. ''Justice. You should know that by now, villain.'' The hero said calmly. Though his enraged expression and his bloodstained sword resting on the cracked ground said otherwise. His red cape flowed in the breeze as he bent down, reaching for his mighty blade. The villain knew what was about to happen. The sharp metal swiftly moved to poke the villain's throat, the hero's dry hands trembling slightly. ''Surrender,'' the hero whispered. ''or I just might take your life away next. I never wanted to hurt anyone. And you knew that."
''You filthy liar!'' the villain spat, crimson blood dripping off his lips. ''I watched you slit their throats, without a care in the world! You wanted to hurt everyone. You always did.'' The villain said his next, and last, words slowly, letting every syllable sink into the hero's memory. ''You are the real villain.'' The villain smirked wryly. The shining metal of the blade glowed in the distant sunrise. The hero sighed. ''Your foolishness shall be your legacy, brother.''
The hero burst into hysterical tears of despair as the villain dropped to the ground. Dead.
woop woop. Words cannot explain how proud I am of this.
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Edith screams in shock "What have you done, Jak?"
Jak response "I ... I ... But he kicked you ... He hit you, Mom ..."
Edith bit down her lips before giving an order to Jak "Hit the road, Jak ... And don't you come back no more ... Murderer is not welcome in this house."
"What you say? ..." Looking at his angry mom's face, Jak's confusion turns to anger then he left the house with a slam on the door.
Edith listen to her son's footsteps fading ... Then she drops on her knees and whisper to herself "Thank, Jak ... but you don't have to waste your life in jail for me."
That day Edith lost her abusive husband but little did she know, it's also the day "Jak the Ripper" was born.
"You... you took... EVERYTHING, from me. and you know what the strangest part is? I don't care anymore" the Villain rises from the ground with a red glow of fury in his eyes "I don't care that everything I loved is gone. because now I know, I know that I can't beat you. but him?" the Villain gestures toward the hero's most trusted ally, and friend. lying on the floor dead "he can beat you, by dying. but I knew that his death wouldn't be enough to push you over the edge like it did me. so i decided to do a bit of homework. and I found your weakness "oh but what could my weakness be?''' I hear you asking to yourself. i learned... *YOUR NAME* " the Villain reaches into his coat and pulls out multiple polaroid images and tosses them to the ground in front of the hero. the pictures are of the family of the hero, all dead and hung up like decorations. "hahah.... HAHAHAHA!!! now you have suffered like I have suffered. so, to put an end to your theory. I am not a misguided wannabe hero. I am not corrupted by a dark power. this is me!" the hero rushes forward and pins the Villain against the tree "Oh no, the poor little hero's family was killed what will he do now? well? hero? go on. kill me." the hero obliges driving his hand through the villains heart "haha.... there you go. you had better pray to whatever god you worship that I don't come back because if I do... *I will make hell look like a vacation home for you* " the red glow from the villains eyes fades as they finally pass.
"A Villain is better than a Hero.
A Hero is easily blinded by righteousness and aspirations, A Villain understands reality & the thin grey line that borders Justice & Evil"
-A Realist
"The one thing that the people love more then a hero, is to see a hero fail.
Fall. Die Trying.
In spite of everything you've done for them. Eventually they will hate you." -The Green Goblin.
I always liked the idea of an angelic figure chained and covered in 'oil' (some form of material evil) fighting to rise up when I was a kid.
Thinking of it now- that image has changed to a metallic skeleton on the ground, no longer in a room but in an endless expanse of dark, crude dark sludge coating the infinite floor. Chains long rusted to nothing.
Very
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Recently
_it got back up_
The amount of 2WEI in this is heavenly hellish ~
1:33 - 2:10 i just love this bit so much... the feel. A broken hero casting everything aside to destroy his foe no matter the cost, becoming a monster to destroy one
"The sight of me tied to the chains that your "good deeds" have made, is one that you'll remember each night as you'll learn to sleep with one eye open, you will live with fear for as long as you remember me, and I swear on the name of the devil I will always be there"
"A villain got nothing to lose but a hero has everything to win"
"Is this justice to you?"
The hero's eyes lit up. They turned around. Rubble, smoke, all symbols of broken dreams and broken hearts. Bits of blood were spilled on debris to the soil. They did this. All of this.
Is this justice?
The villain finally percieves themselve the way the world does.
'No you were just coping. YOU were the name of justice. YOU were the hero. YOU did everything right. Is this justice? Is this peace? Why? Why did it hurt YOU if YOU'RE so righteous?' The villain cries in pain. "I'm sorry."
The hero doesn't reply. They stare. They stare at the hero, eyes cold, heart much colder. Yes, this is justice. To them this is justice, the perfect line between life and death. This is peace. Balance if you will. There were no thoughts in their head. No words to crank open their cold dead lips. They've been a hero for too long to question the villain.
The villain was a child. Blinded and deaf in one ear from the commotion. Though they can not see, they can cry. They can cry for the childhood they lost. They can cry for the life they desired in vain. They can cry for the world that has long since been abandoned. They cry for the self they don't recognize, and the self that doesn't recognize them. They cry.
And the hero stares.
This.
This is justice.
Yes.
The villain searches around frantically for some semblance of a weapon. For something, for revenge, for their turn of justice. They find one. Not a weapon, no. A plushie. It was the hero's. They ask then, with all their remaining sanity. "Is this the hero you want to be?"
"To be a hero like me?"
Right as the hero was about to leave, they stopped.
"We are nothing alike."
The villain sighs.
"I wanted to be a hero like you."
They wanted closure, they wanted to see if they were as broken as they are. They want truth. They want reasoning. They want karma. They want karma, oh god they wanted karma. They want their life back. They want their hopes and dreams back.
"You failed."
"Do not talk as though you know me."
"I don't. I understand you."
"I wanted to be like you, and look at me. Now I am."
"Hero, Does it worth to sacrifice someone to save the world? An innocent person whose prophecy told but not yet known if that innocent will be our destruction or savior. So little things she know on this world, so little things she could learn.. and yet theres room for her to learn to found peace as she grow but its gone now, its done... So Be IT. Now you take mine, i will sacrifice this world of yours to take her back."
that's right and the villain's rampage has begun
Wo, thats somee awesomeness, I wish I could articulate like that
AY AM SERIOUS *
Ay have to copy see > despite of my rage
We are our own worst enemy...
"You took my wife from me, I had nothing left but her and you took the only thing I loved in this cruel shitstain of a planet!"
The villain cried out as the hero readied his blade to deal the finishing blow with the intent on stopping him in his tracks. The villain's breath grew heavy as he struggled to muster up the last of his mana for one last spell; a spell with the intent to kill and bring about his revenge.
"This ends here, right here, right now!"
The hero yelled charging towards the villain with his blade.
"Today, I will shed blood for my wife! I WILL have my revenge!"
The villain in his fit of rage and despair would charge headfirst to the hero, the hero doing his best to fight back and put pressure on the villain. The villain blasting the hero with a burst of elder dark magic as the hero collapsed to the ground, dropping his blade as his body slowly began to decay. The hero's fingers slowly turning an ashen gray as the hero began to lose his consciousness.
"Looks like I win this war, "hero".."
The villain sighed as he loomed over the hero, he would be dead by nightfall and the rest of his friends would never be able to save him by the time they would find him. Today was the day the villain won.
As blood flows from his sternum to his chest, her chest fully exposed. It was supposed to be a simple job, no one was supposed to die, but now you hold her over the ledge, dangling, gripping with her last bit of life, and in one motion she mouths, “Tell them I loved them.” As her body topples to the ground, you can do nothing but watch the life drain from her eyes, and fall into the arms of the man you called your brother.
Oh pecc yeah! Another villain playlist to add to my collection of playlists that are absolute bops :D
"This stalemate between these so-called "heroes" and "villains" have gone on far too long.
The people are tired of the constant fights that leave them in shambles while both factions take their "victories".
If neither wish to eliminate the other for good, then it is time that something changes. Both shall fall."
The two associations watched with almost every emotion as the announcement played over every place it could be played.
This was their cataclysm, once this ends, a new world will be found, a world where black and white finally have their shades.
Cheers, to a world of true neutrality.
"I wasnt born or given with the pleasures of easy life or greatness that you had, I earned it. Those of you who get it don't know the pain we endure just to be on the same level as you, and when you see just a glimps of what we have to do and the side of us that you hide away yourself... no wonder I'm the villan."
Every epic song playlist needs to have 2WEI
"There is no such thing as a hero and a villain, it's all about perspective, isn't it? So, tell me, _hero_ , who's the villain here, me? Someone who spoke up and got exiled, or you. Someone who sought death upon those who opposed you, killed the people who didn't trust you, for what, justice? Look around us, nothing. Dead bodies of the people who defended their lives, who tried to fight against 'justice'," The villain paused, walking around the room, once a clean room, now covered in bodies of the dead and a crimson glow, "A true villain is someone who does what is 'wrong' for nothing, they have nothing to lose, and they make sure everyone else has nothing,"
"So, tell me, what is left for me? Do I have anything left? There's nothing for me to fight for, if you wanted a villain," He held is arms out, a purple glow emanating, an aura starts forming around the villain, the bodies slowly rise up, their eyes glowing the same purple,
" *Here I am,* "
Everyone judge's the world from there own perspective and from there own beliefs.
Everyone judge's the world from there own perspective and from there own beliefs.
Another Masterpiece!
"The world needed two things,the praised and the forsakened"
I really loved this compilation!!
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The Paladin stood before a dark being, cloaked in shadow with a drooling smile, dark runes floating in their hands. The Paladin's party fleeing while he bought time. They thought they were ready, they thought they can beat the Mage but seeing the monster now... the Paladin stood strong, blocking the path the group took with a broken sword and declared. "Fight me you demon!" The dark mage looms over him, growling slowly before eyeing the group, and its smile widening. With a deep voice it spoke...
*"To break a man so willing to die, you crush his will to live."*
Suddenly a great big rune glowed purple beneath the Paladin, chains spewing out and holding him in place, making him kneel down and drop his sword. The demon mage bolts off leaving the so called hero to desperately cry out for his friends.
*They cry back in horror...*
That was epic and hype as heck