Azrael Everhart.
The world hated me. But am I petty? They stole my family's love, their warmth, their embrace, and stripped away my emotions. I burned the world simply to feel the warmth I was denied.
Right now, the hunters pursued me relentlessly across the globe. They called themselves righteous heroes, labeling me a villain.
Hypocrites.
"Stop running, you damned monster!" the silver-haired man shouted, finally catching up.
I halted, slowly turning to face him, rage simmering dangerously beneath my calm exterior. He and the others had taken everything from me—my last precious family member, my sister. They had ignited the flame of hatred that engulfed the world.
I was exhausted—not from running, but from the endless injustice.
Revenge. I'd taken revenge, yet it was never enough. Now, I only wanted it all to end.
"How does it feel to face death? Do you finally understand all the pain you've caused others?" the silver-haired man sneered.
"I despise myself for ever knowing you!" A woman with blood-drenched black hair spat venomously, disgust clear in her voice. "If our paths had never crossed, none of this would've happened!"
Her hypocrisy made my anger boil hotter. My icy glare pierced through her, causing her to step back nervously.
HAHAHAHAHA!
My laughter echoed ominously, unsettling them all. I felt the soft buzz from my watch, a gentle reminder that the time had finally come.
Before they could react, the silver-haired man lunged forward, driving his sword into my chest.
"You hypocrites," I spat, blood spilling from my lips as I forced a weak, grim smile. "You're already too late."
An icy wave of dread washed over them. Their faces twisted in sudden terror, sweat breaking out on their foreheads.
"What did you do?!" one hunter shrieked, panic clear in his voice.
I laughed darkly, relishing their growing horror.
"One Overlord has awakened," I announced coldly, blood dripping down my chin. "And over twenty Catastrophe-class monsters along with it."
Their panic erupted, drowning out my words as the hunters staggered back, legs trembling, some collapsing to their knees in despair.
"No... no... this can't be happening!" another hunter shouted, voice shaking uncontrollably.
"We barely handled one Catastrophe-class monster with three SSS hunters last time! We're doomed!" someone else screamed desperately.
The silver-haired man's eyes filled with frantic desperation. He grabbed me roughly, shouting, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
I stared directly into his terrified eyes, mocking him with bitter satisfaction.
"If your family hadn't stopped my grandfather from reaching Ex-rank, if your family and the other elite families weren't so terrified of our growing power, there wouldn't even be an Overlord class now. He would've eliminated it the moment it awakened," I mocked coldly.
Instantly, the other hunters turned their rage toward the silver-haired man, accusing him furiously.
"This is all your fault, you silver-haired bastard!"
"You damned traitor! Your family caused this mess!"
"You've doomed us all!"
Unity shattered as their anger exploded, blaming him, cursing him, no longer seeing him as their leader but as their enemy.
My strength finally left me, my vision darkening. With my last breath, I laughed—a chilling, victorious laugh.
HAHAHAHAHA!
"May chaos devour the world...MAY CHAOS DEVOUR EVERYTHING! MAY CHA—"
My words ended abruptly as I felt my head separate from my body, spinning through the air. But even in death, my final smirk lingered, victorious and defiant, etched forever on my face.