Those at his level of strength held a single goal, godhood, ascension. To them, the method was lost, but all he needed to do was absorb a kingdom and he'd naturally ascend, but he no longer cared about such things. When he saw his twins for the first time, he vowed to never wage war again and to settle down in the heaven he found on the mortal plane. He renounced even his artificial arms made of pure blood and found a new peace."
"Is that the end of the story, Lord?" One curious soldier asked.
"No. Once blood is spilled, more blood will flow. He left the rural village he lived in to sell some of the vegetables his wife had grown. On his way back, he sang her name 'Morgana, my love~', yet the moment he reached the village gates, he nearly swallowed his tongue, two pikes, each holding a head, the rest of the details…you can imagine them. His wife was a princess who gave up royalty for him, an innocent soul, and his sons…*Sigh*
