rebirth of the hero in the feminist world.

rebirth of the hero in the feminist world. Husband and wife, that's what we were. However, the question that tormented me as I pulled out the sword that pierced my chest was: how did we get to this point? The cold gaze of the one who was supposed to be the love of my life hurt me more than the steel embedded in my body. "Until death do us part" was the vow we promised on our wedding day. And there it was, as final and deadly as the blade's edge. "Stupid!" I screamed in frustration, but my voice was lost in the air, unanswered. I clenched my fists tightly, containing the anger that burned within me, and spat out a mouthful of blood. I staggered a few steps back before grabbing the sword that still lay embedded in the demon king's body. With the little strength I had left, I lunged at Helena. The saint who was not in much better shape than me. We faced each other in a duel to the death, on the tomb of Morpheus, and our swords clashed again and again, each blow echoing a portent of our tragic destiny. Not for nothing was the woman in front of me known as God's Chosen One, the "apostle" destined to eradicate evil. But I knew the truth. I was just a puppet in a macabre game orchestrated by those we praise. And this... this was my punishment for having inquired too much. I lost my friends, my family, and now... the love of my life. All at the hands of this woman. In a moment of distraction, Helena wounded me in the shoulder, and the wounds continued to accumulate mercilessly. In that brief instant, drops of blood slid down her beautiful face, like a reflection of the storm that consumed her. That look, cold and empty, screamed at me to kill her. I already knew. But I had realized too late: she was not the woman I fell in love with. It had all been part of a foul plan, meticulously crafted to destroy me. And the question: who was really behind it all? Was resolved when our swords clashed. The question, who was really behind it all? Was rendered insignificant the instant our swords clashed with devastating force. Who else? If not that goddess of the night, master of deception and manipulation. That damned bitch of Nix. She had been the hidden force behind it all, plotting every move from the shadows, and now I saw its results in Helena, turned into her puppet. With blinding fury, Helena struck me again, her sword cutting through the air with deadly speed. The clash of our weapons rumbled like thunder, the impact of each blow tearing at the tension in the air. The battle was relentless, each move fiercer. I felt the weight of her sword pushing me back, the burning in my arms as I tried to block but it was too late. Helena had torn off my left arm. But she wasn't unscathed either, she had a huge crack running down the right side of her neck to her chest but she still stood firm. For the first time in a long time, a smile appeared on her delicate face, and with a disturbing softness, her lips spoke my name: "Daven, you stupid," I froze at her words, stunned, until I saw the flash of her sword approaching me. I took a few steps back, and confronted the woman in front of me. "You finally appear... Bitch." Helena's expression, or rather, Nix's, began to distort. Her face darkened, and a palpable disgust shone in her eyes, as if my mere presence made her uncomfortable. I had so many questions, so many doubts, but in the end there was only one that really mattered. "Why? Why did you do it?" — Why did you do it?! —I exclaimed, the accumulated pain and rage surfacing in my voice. A light laugh escaped her lips, followed by a hysterical laugh that echoed throughout the place, as if the whole world was laughing with her. —Why? —you asked me... — Madness was reflected in her blue eyes, as if she were undressing me with her gaze, and in those same eyes I saw something much deeper, love, hate, an obsession. —Don't you know? Then, her red lips, as bright as rubies, curved into a playful smile, almost childish, but with a latent danger in every line of her face. —You're mine... Daven —she answered, her voice loaded with a soft but chilling tone. It wasn't just an answer, it was a game for her. Every word, every gesture, reflected a deranged mind. "You're crazy!" I screamed, but instantly regretted it when she lunged at me, ignoring my defense. If it had been any other time, I would have enjoyed stabbing her in the heart with my sword, but right now, I couldn't afford that luxury. I focused on defending myself, waiting for the decisive moment. When I saw the opportunity, I lunged at her. Just as I was about to end her life, an arrow pierced my leg, knocking me down. I bent my body, avoiding a fatal blow, but the wound running through my chest was painful. I knew I wouldn't come back alive. So I decided to throw all my strength into a single blow, as if she could read my thoughts, her face turned serious. I knew that after today there would be no tomorrow. Without a word, our eyes met, and in the blink of an eye, the metallic sound of swords clashing filled the air with a deafening sound. Dust rose, covering our silhouettes as we lunged at each other in a final farewell. Each blow echoed in my bones, the sound of the sword cutting through the air followed by the powerful impact. Every time steel met a shrill explosion shook the area, like a promise to destroy us, our bodies moving with the speed of death itself, relentless. Clang! The sound of the sword sliding across metal, followed by another impact, made me stagger, but I did not give in. My missing arm burned and was uncomfortable, but the adrenaline kept me firm, each blow more violent than the last. A crack resounded as our swords intertwined in a struggle, and in that instant, blood fell like rain. In the end, when the dust cleared, we found ourselves back to back, breathless but still defiant. In the eyes of a stranger, we would be a man with dark eyes and red hair and a blonde woman with blue eyes. But in my eyes, all I saw was a demon, a shadow with a feminine form, and I… I was the cause of all that sin, trapped in a game that I could neither avoid nor understand. Silence took over the moment until Helena fell to her knees. I walked slowly towards her, and although pain ran through every part of my body, each step felt like an eternity. As I approached, with what was left of my sword, I stabbed her heart, I could see how her life slowly faded away. "You, I respected you as a hero and now I will kill you as a villain," I murmured for the last time, feeling the weight of my words as I fell, exhausted, beside her. The battle had come to an end, but the sound of our swords still echoed in my ears. The blood, hot and thick, mixed with the dust of the battlefield. Helena lay there, her expression serene amidst the chaos, as if she had finally found the peace she had sought. But to me, victory tasted like scars. I looked at her face, so familiar and yet so distant. Memories of our happy days were fading, replaced by the pain of betrayal. Everything I had fought for, everything I had sacrificed, now felt empty. Helena's betrayal had thrown me into this abyss, and I had willingly fallen in, giving myself over to the role of the villain. The air was heavy, filled with the fragrance of the death that awaited me. Shadows lengthened around us, and the silence became deafening. As my vision blurred, a torrent of emotions hit me. Anger, sadness, loss—it all mixed together in a whirlwind that consumed me. "Why, Helena?" I whispered, even though I knew I would receive no answer. My voice faded into the air, taking with it the last vestige of my hope. With a final effort, I turned my head towards her, searching for some sign in her eyes. But all I found was an emptiness so deep it made me shudder. There, in that eternal instant, I understood that I had lost more than a battle; I had lost my world. I closed my eyes, letting death envelop me. The fight was over, but the scars would endure. In that last breath, I understood that I will be remembered not as the hero I once was, but as the villain who was consumed by hatred and raised his sword to kill the love of his life. Life was fading around me, and with it, all hope. I died in a whisper, accompanied by the lament of a betrayal that would haunt me even in my final moments. "I hope that if there is another life, I will never fall in love again..."