If we were all like Chau

Welcome back. A fine night today, right? Fine for storytelling that is! Shall we start from where we left off from last day? Alright. Alphy headed onto the battlefield where the holy army's brilliant flowing white attire had rushed directly into the enemie's ranks. However the beast's army quickly stood their ground, steadily devouring the the holy army's soldiers. Alphy joined the battle and fended off the opposing army, hacking through all of which were in front of him. One after another, fell the luster ebony of the enemie's armor, dying by his hands. The holy army rode the momentum and fought back. Both sides were head to head, soldiers were perishing one after another, their lines were grew thin.

In what was once a beautiful valley had now became a corpse filled wasteland. Many had died during the war, and from behind the lines of the holy army came the reknowned Deopullus, head of the Royal Platoon in the Thrylos Empire. Deopullus wore a shimmering, argent chainmail with an azure cape that rippled in the wind. He dashed through the soldiers, holding up his rapier, prepared to kill. The wind blew. All was silent. blood had splattered upon Deopullus' face. In a single strike, he had pierced Alphy's chest with absolute precision. "This is....?" Alphy thought in his head. Blood soaked through all layers of his clothing, still puzzled he was. Slowly, slowly... As the pain and agony filled his body, his life drew close to the end.

Deopullus sheathed his rapier, "Begone."  The entire army of evil had disappeared along with the ash carried by the gentle breeze. Upon his final breaths, Alphy stared into the glimmering reflection from a nearby remnant of a sword. He stared at himself. He stared... At the beast itself... He WAS the beast... Memories of the past great war rushed into his head. Memories from the eyes of the beast itself. His very own memories. It all became clear to him now. With a devilish grin on his face, he looked up to the man who slayed him. "Heheh, Deopullus... I will be back." Deopullus looked down at him. "I'm sure you will..." The remaining soldiers cheered for their victory in the war as Deopullus headed back to the Thrylos Empire.

Because he was the good guy to begin with.

-Chronicles of a Paradox-

P.S. If the ending made absolutely no sense at all to you, good. It means that I did a good job destroying your mind. If not, good. That means I did a good job writing the story. Thanks for reading.

Cheers~ Deo.