Chapter 2: Last Dark Mage
What is a Hero?
A hero is a person who possesses great bravery and carries out extraordinary or noble deeds.
At The Caserel Church and Monk Temple a hero is someone chosen by the goddess Caserel or Buddha to slay evil and save the world.
Then lets look at the opposite of a Hero.
The Villain.
A vile, wicked person. An extremely depraved person, or one person capable or guilty of great crimes.
In the Aurel Empire, The Caserel church and Monk Temple, the villain is... a Dark Mage.
A Dark Mage is not a demon, but practice the same magic as Demons, but Demons also hate Dark Mages for trying to imitate them and in some situations demons are weaker than Dark Mages.
Dark Mages are the evil of the world and being one leads to getting burned to death.
I myself am a Dark Mage and to make it even worse I am the only Dark Mage left alive.
It's kind of lonely and everything bad that happens is always pointed to me.
Most of the times I end up being the one who is always on the wrong.....
Just like now, I am being hunted by a group of old Shaolin Monks and a group of Priests.
I feel like I have aged ten years since these bald monks and black cloaked Priests started chasing me.
I never felt any fatigue in the past, not even after fleeing from my family for 5 days straight.
If I knew that this would be tough, I would have trained harder or never take that god damn scroll.
Just like any other human, I repeat the same mistakes and only end up with a bunch of regrets.
I don't have a destination in mind, and I ended up getting lost along the way.
A barrage of magic spells are being fired by my pursuers.
When I reached a dark zenith garden of sakura blossoms, members of the Hero family joined the chase.
I could hear the Mantras being cast by the Monks, the Holy Magic being shot by the Priests..... and the curses from the members of the Hero family.
Words cursing like Demonic Bastard, cursed child, mother fucker and son of a bitch.
Its funny hearing people who call themselves followers of The Goddess of Purity calling me son of a bitch.
Well, my mother was a bitch, that is the honest truth.
Its all thanks to that head of The Hero family who forced my mother to bed for his own self enjoyment.
I have killed a lot of my half siblings for daring to speak to me like that in the past, but now its like the whole family is chasing me, I found it best to run away and deal with them later.
I can't believe a guy like me is running away....
How shameful, but that's proof of how intimidating the Buddha Shaolin and Caserel followers are.
Even though I killed thousands of them during my escape, there are still not giving up like a bunch of cockroaches.
but I am the one who feels like a cockroach this time.
When I was a naive young man, I aspired to get my father's approval.
I don't even know why I am thinking of the bad old days, when I got a bunch of crazy monkeys chasing me.
When ever I went to the Evester Manor, I would always be chased out by my gazzilion of siblings.
Telling me that I never fitted in the Hero's family as I was the son of a prostitute.
I was a disgrace to the Hero's family.
A dream is meant to be fulfilled.
But it was a dream I left unfulfilled in chase of a greater one.
To became the Strongest Person alive, it was a more crazier dream but at least I had a chance at it.
And you know what?
I became one of the 7 strongest by becoming the evil of all evils and one of the four prominent people in Aurel Empire... The Arch Dark Mage Dean Evester.
Even though I am one of the strongest, it doesn't mean I can fight on the Saint, High Priest, Hero and other monkeys at the same time.
Even I can't believe there are chasing me down just for stealing a single empty scroll.
Being chased by those guys makes me a real man.
Perhaps its the way they are chasing me like wild beast, that makes the feeling more exhilarating.
I feel like I am more wanted than any religion, as all this people are after me.
If I knew that stealing an empty scroll from a broken alter would give one this much followers, I would have did it a long time ago, however I would never have attempt it because for that to happen, I had to be on the same level as god.
Even now, I am thinking of all the times I wasted running away from my master's teachings, going around fooling with hot girls in brothels.
Humans indeed are not perfect.
Damn it...
I always had pride in my talents, The best when it comes to mind games, schemes, lies, assassination, illusions, setting traps and sealing magic.
The craziest and most handsome man in the Aurel Empire. Women would always fall for me, selling out information about their husbands and families.
My past experiences proved it..
I even seduced one of my step mother's to bed, no wonder why the hero family brats are more motivated.
Seeing the haze at the end of the dark Sakura blossom trees, I figured that I was approaching a more foggy place.
Where in the world was I running to? No idea but I could sense abandoned buildings up ahead.
I passed through the fog and reached a haunting and mysterious, castle ruins in a swamp.
I have never saw this place before, if I did it would have been my hideout.
As I walked further into the ruins, I realized that I had set fire into my own eyes.
I reached a dead end....
I looked at the iron wall in front of me with a sorrowful gaze, I realized that my life was empty.
Contemplating the huge iron wall I couldn't see its end in front of me, I wonder why I ended up this way.
They say when one is about to die, the most important things in their lives, will flash before their eyes, and yet nothing even showed up to mine.
Was it because my mother was a prostitute?..
Was it that my master was a crazy old pervert?...
Was it because I never got to be accepted by my father's family?
But, Ever since my wife left me, my life had been hell.
I shouldn't point fingers at others, so not like me.
"...I should have at least apologized to my mother."
I was one hell of a bastard son.
I wish someone would write this on my tombstone.
[The Arch Dark Mage Died in thought not in a fight]
Someone arrives with the sound of cutting wind behind me. With the level of skill, I could tell it was none other than my elder brother Luke Evester, the current Hero.
He is a master of swordsmanship and on a head on battle, I would lose to him thanks to his hero's sword.
He used to beat me up when I was a kid and he is also the man responsible for the death of my mother. I can't really do anything against it as the whole world is on his side.
I just want to slap that handsome white haired face of his..... I got white hair too, but it is messier than his.
I could few a sudden surge of anger rise from the depths of my heart as my ruby eyes glared at Luke.
Is it because he once took a girl I had the thought of making my wife away, but I returned that favor by sleeping with his mother.
Looking at the almost godly handsome looking man, with a perfectly modeled thin nose, who was the first to catch me, I realize again why the goddess Caserel is powerful.
The Hero approaches me with his hands inside his pockets of his white pants, matching his livery suit and lowers his voice.
"To think a day, you would be so hard to catch would arrive. I'll admit that you deserve your title to fit in among the strongest seven."
I reply to his serious bull-crap with a nonchalant expression.
"You are here too brother, I never saw you maybe its because you got ugly over the years"
"....."
"I have never seen you this much troubled before.."
Luke replies to me with a doubtless frustrated look as it seemed like he had been forced by the goddess to chase after me.
"Shut up, you bastard. Do you think this is time for jokes. Stop acting calm you are finished, read the room."
Three more figures appeared behind him and I knew that getting away, was now impossible.
The first to speak was a bald headed monk, holding a staff wearing a yellow robe.
"We shall no longer ignore your evil deeds"
He was followed by a priest in a black cloak holding the Caserel bible, Saint Augus and next to him was the man whom I loath the most.
He had overflowing white hair and a muscular body, he was the former Hero and my father Lucas Evester.
The atmosphere became solemn for a moment as the four perfectly surround me.
"...."
Lucas was the first to break the silence with his red eyes glaring at me.
"Hand over the scroll and we will kill you peacefully."
I snot back in reply, "When is dying ever peaceful?"
The old monk was the one to reply me, "In the Buddha's hand, no pain shall be felt"
I shock my head at him and looked at Lucas before saying,
"You too should be joining me to hell,"
Luke sighed before the millions of troops that where chasing me arrived. The troops gathered like storm clouds, closing in and surrounding the area while waiting for the orders to follow.
It was a mixture of black Priest clothing, white livery suits from the Hero's family and yellow Shaolin Monk robes.
An odd color combination.
More than a thousand people died by my hands during the chase, so I'm sure they are all extremely fired up.
If I caused such a blow on the religion factions, shouldn't the Demon King award me for this.
Looking at my past, I almost forgot that I became the enemy of the Demon King when I slept with his only daughter.
I should really keep my pants to myself sometimes.
I got my title Arch Dark Mage from the Demon King after he failed to catch me.
Watching my smiling face, The Hero Luke said,
"How can you laugh at a time like this? Younger Brother have you gone mad?"
"What a pity?"
"What is?"
I moved my left hand and pointed at the Saint from the church.
"Do you know that this guy sleeps with other man."
I then moved my hand towards the Head Monk
"This guy smells like shit, he should take baths once in a while."
I then pointed at the pair of father and son, while saying,
"You two slept with the same woman in one night."
I could see the eyes of the four great man in front of me turning sharp, like those of a hungry beast.
I nod and took out a white scroll that was hidden in my cloak.
"You guys chased me for this right?"
My injuries are severe anyway, so I thought of seeing one last final show before I die.
All this guys plan to use the scroll for their own gain, not even sharing the thing.
"Great so here you go,"
I threw the scroll in the air, but just as soon as it left my hands, I started burning from inside.
It felt like my organs were being teared and cooked at the same time, I lost my eye sight and all I could see was an endless abyss of darkness. The burning stopped and I was no more.
...
The people just watched the 27 year old, white haired boy disappear into nothingness.
"Search for him, illusions are his strong suits, he is probably hiding somewhere close"
At the grey haired, frail looking saint's words everyone launched a search around the ruined castle.
After a few hours of searching they could only find a black cloak, hanged on top of the clock watch on the massive iron walls.
But the funny thing was, the cloak looked like it was bought on the same day it was found, as no signs of battle were reflected on it.
Searches for the disowned Evester continued for more hours,
But the troops failed to notice the white haired figure of a man who watched them from a far distance.
No signs of injury could be found on the body and it looked more healthy.
It was my dead body, which mysteriously came back to life, but the soul inside wasn't mine.
I was Dean Adolf Villian Evester, and the last Dark Mage in the Aurel Empire. I was a person with a few mental disorders, but always kept on kicking.
Peace.
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