Scene 2 "Just a blink of an eye ago".

Several days had passed, and my visions of his future kept haunting me, if I held him back, his future was black, he would wither in the day to day monotony of a grave keeper and die before he even lost his life, if I encouraged him, his future was black, and then nothing, I couldn't see past it, it had never happened, it could mean that I....

-Master, look! Look! Look! I made it, a perfect hole in record time.

-It seems I couldn't dissuade your heart again, I know what you feel, I once felt something, walk with me it's time for a walk, between graves along a path of dry trees, walking on evergreens that crunch underfoot, I'll tell you a story that's almost not about love.

For me it happened just yesterday if you saw it with my eyes or well with my eye pits muajajajajajajajaja a is a little joke of the skull-faces, literally a lifetime ago for you, but just a sad blink for an undead.... well if we have eyes left to blink muajajajajajaja, there was a beautiful creature whose power was only comparable to her beauty, a warrior Mantis without equal, the greatest heroine of her time, she was capable of incredible feats as a hero of all Insectopia, her fame reached any corner of the vast and flat world in which we live, her magic sword had been created from the hardest metal of this world, the carbide, and with it she was able to cut everything, this sword could be separated in two to use one in each hand and thus take full advantage of the original style of mantial combat.

I remember her well, her image is still engraved in my pupil well in my skull muajaajaja, when I pronounce her name my mouth is filled with hate but also with love, her name was her hair color, her whole body as well as her sword were a pale pink, a perfect specimen Hymenopus Coronatus, as beautiful as mortal, you know well that we undead have lost our feelings and other things in the pursuit of absolute wisdom, but with her, I definitely did not need to understand that this heroine provoked in me, the same amount of repulsion.

I guess that's what it feels like, what do you call it? to be in a marriage, hahahahahaha.

For much longer than I can remember, the system assigned me the title of Lord Demon, in response to my great creation, finally after long years of research in alchemy, physics and advanced wizardry had paid off, I managed for the first time to materialize and shape the unsurpassed "nuclear paste" the densest material in the universe and therefore indestructible, even with carbide weapons nothing can even tear it, but to get it, I was labeled as a villain, I was already a Lich so I did not care, with that ability and with what I am for the system it was obvious that I could only use these creations to do evil, remember that the system is as stupid as its creators, who do not understand that there are forces beyond the categories of good and evil, my ambition for knowledge led me to be chosen as the Lord Demon of Insectopia, believe me it is a title I did not seek because it only brings problems and problems keep me away from the peace needed for my research.

Since then every day, and every night dozens of warriors came to my castle, some were brave and noble, many others were just a bunch of idiots with expensive armor that did not do honor to its wearer, these used to have hearts so corrupted that they should have been classified as criminals, none were worth as warriors, my little gargoyles were more than enough to completely liquidate their most adventurous efforts, soon the front pit of my castle was filled with corpses, hundreds or maybe thousands, so the gargoyles began to leave them lying around the castle, in a short time the whole valley was surrounded by rotting bodies, now we had a health problem, the nearby villages got sick and many died, the Lich's plague they called it, I swear that if I had sought to cause a pandemic, I myself would have finished with all Insectopia in the blink of an eye, I would have killed all of Insectopia in the blink of an eye, I would have killed all of Insectopia in a heartbeat......................................................................................muajajajajajajajajajaj you

know what

you still know...

With the slow passage of time the warriors began to improve, my gargoyles were not enough, so my research of ancient texts paid off when I managed to

the invocation of demonic legions, powerful creatures who took the form of the worst nightmares of those who encountered them, who only existed for one reason, to end everything in their path, so I would gain some peace, I would activate the portal once at the end of each year in the last 5 days, the nemontemi, and with that I would give all the rest of the year t o t h e people of Insectopia to fight united against the horde of demons.

Soon, I discovered that it was necessary to create a fence so as not to wipe out all Insectopia, so I activated an attraction light at the top of the Montevarius Mountain that managed to keep all those infernal creatures close.

Although from time to time some of them got out of the fence, always the most powerful ones, and I allowed it to happen in order to maintain my reputation.

So while I continued to be fascinated with my research on the "nuclear paste" to find the best uses, my bad reputation as a Demon Lord continued to grow behind my back, soon the natural archenemy of a Demon Lord had emerged, the system had assigned the title of hero to a creature of your species, a warrior mantis born with the mission to defeat me, with a life story whose outcome would lead her to have a final battle with the Demon Lord.

In old books I had read a phrase that said "From sight comes love"... Muajajajaja (from sight).

While my investigations continued, inside my lifeless castle, immersed in my task of discovering and obtaining new knowledge, time continued its course in the world, even without me being aware of how many moons had passed, it must have been enough for the heroine who was born, grew up, gained experience fighting against various demons who managed to escape and finally by her standards, found herself in a position to challenge me, You must believe me when I tell you that I never thought about fighting, defending my title of Lord Demon is what I cared the least, however when curiosity knocked on my door, I decided to execute a spell of remote vision in my palantir, achieving to see clearly ROSA, her presence filled my castle, filled my mind, filled everything in me, I could not allow it, that

The contamination of my peace was a trap to forget my purpose of the quest for knowledge.

I had proposed myself not to do anything to finish with the hero but now it was personal, at the beginning I believed that she was using a strange ability to call my attention to her, granted with traps by the system, this damaged every second of my day, little by little the obsession to follow her steps even with the spell of remote vision caused a deterioration in my intellect, She haunted my mind during the day and in a frantic way her name accompanied by her face pierced my mind all night long, in many occasions I stayed in front of the palantir for weeks without moving, absorbed, watching her in every second of her daily routine, even while she slept, there I was behind that ball of remote vision watching her, taking care of her sleep, cursing her name for not allowing me to concentrate on anything else but her.

Enslaved to her, I gradually became her shadow that followed her everywhere at all times.

I enjoyed watching her battles, whenever she met a powerful demon (sometimes selected, trained and sent by me) I was present behind the palantir to appreciate her growth, her way of improving each technique in the heat of battle, even when she was dying on the verge of death I was supporting her, eagerly awaiting the increase of her power in real time, to win in the last breath of life, I found it a delight to appreciate the fire in her eyes, the flame of life that transmitted, to see her in that state generated in me, an addiction.

You must understand that for an undead, to be able to appreciate the essence of life is highly rewarding, we can only imagine what it feels like but I could never feel it, to taste it through her, it was a delight.

However, her incredible battles were not what I enjoyed the most, little by little, I got to see that there was more to her than being the hero of the world, the way she bent down to appreciate a small flower on the road, without cutting it just caressing it, the peace she transmitted when she whistled as she walked towards the sunset with

her hands behind her pausing to watch the sunset, alone but always with me.

So little by little as the rain that starts with just a few drops, ends up becoming a storm that sweeps away everything, so ROSA became my storm, everything I knew was nothing, my thousands of years of information meant nothing, I was completely lost, every second of my life revolved around ROSA, even during my observations I came to believe that she knew it, that I could feel at her side, with the confidence that one has to his own shadow, with the habit one has to his own breathing, that I could feel myself next to her, with the confidence that one has to one's own shadow, with the habit one has to one's own breathing, that's how intimate our relationship was, she laughed and talked when she was alone, she had no reason, only that she sensed that I was watching her, it must be that, some hero's ability acquired in battle must have allowed her to realize when she was under the sight of a spy.

I had become his companion, my presence even at a distance was impossible to overlook, he would converse with me with words and to his questions he would receive as answers events caused by me at a distance, sometimes I used spells to make nearby birds sing, sometimes I manipulated the skies to move the clouds to my pleasure, responding with fluffy figures, once I even destroyed a mountain peak using a powerful lightning bolt, just to show him the way to a village where the best cornbread of all could be found.

Years passed, the heroine of the world followed her path, the path of the hero, accompanied by her reason for existing, the Lord Demon, me.

Whenever she could ROSA diverted her path, now I think she did it so as not to end her journey so soon, the missions she was given, were with the aim of strengthening her, to make her grow to the point of defeating the Lord Demon, her destiny was to defeat me, and in many ways she had already achieved it, to finish me, even though I was always with her, to see her grow over the years was

for me the best flicker muajajajajajajajajaj........... 

of time I've ever had, although for her it meant a lifetime.