ATTENTION ALL READERS: The next few parts are going to be slightly confusing, but TRUST ME, it'll make sense later!!! (or not...idk)

I'm also going to give you all a WARNING! Like all the other "specials," the characters have a sad backstory. This guy's backstory contains themes of suicide!

Also, this chapter was SUPER long, so I decided to split it into two parts. If I left it as one chapter, it would've been over 5,000 words long, so...yeah.

The next part will be updated next week~

Okie, enjoy the chapter!

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Rosewald POV

"Wait for me, Marielle. I have something I need to tell you when I come back," I tried to say reassuringly.

"I-I'll wait as long as it takes, Rosewald. I'll wait until the end of time for you...so...please...please come back..." Marielle stuttered in emotional agony.

"I will. I'll come back, so wait for me," I yelled as I left my home village.

I took one look back at Marielle and saw her break down.

My heart wrenched.

I will be back.

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1 Year Later

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I held my sword against the heavily wounded, red eyed demon before me.

The First Demon King, Escaliantor I.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Hah. I didn't know that there would be such a strong hero in the human race..." he said as he choked out a good amount of blood.

"No...I'm not a hero. I am a murderer," I said bitterly.

Was I really a hero? In the past year, I have killed more innocent people than I could count under the orders of my king...

"How funny. Why is it that demons are considered evil and humans are considered justice? Human hearts are more twisted than a demon could ever be," he chuckled loudly.

"What you say is true...Yet I must kill you...Forgive me," I said solemnly.

"Hmm...Before you kill me, may I ask what you plan to do when you finish this pointless journey?" he asked with a smile on his face.

...What I plan to do...?

"...There is nothing I want more than meeting with her again."

"Oh? So you have a girl back home...What will you do when you meet her again?"

"I'll ask for her hand in marriage, of course."

"Will she want to marry a sinner like you?"

"...She'll never know about anything I have done."

The demon roared in laughter.

"It seems that the hero has been tainted beyond repair! I bet you despise the humans that did this to you," he chuckled.

"No. I only despise myself."

"...I like your answer. You remind me of myself when I was crowned the king of demons. Do you know? I hate myself too~"

"I can tell. When we fought, it was almost as if you didn't care whether you died or not."

"Heh. Unlike you, I don't have anyone to love. You're pretty lucky, aren't you?"

"I admit that without her, I would've killed myself a while ago."

"You and me...we are alike. When you became a hero, you began to hate yourself. When I was crowned the king of demons, I started to hate myself too~" the demon said bitterly.

"Humans aren't that different from devils after all. If the king didn't order me to kill you, perhaps nothing would've happened between the demon and human races..."

"It's true. I was shocked when I heard that your country was aiming for my head. I can't recall doing anything to humans after all..."

"Yes, and for that, I am sorry."

"...Why are you sorry? It's not your fault anyway...Hey...do you want me to grant you a wish before you kill me?"

"No."

"Wah~ So cold. There's something you want, right? I can tell."

"..."

"Just tell me already! It won't hurt you."

"If I tell you, what will you do?"

"Obviously, I will GRANT your wish! As the demon king, I have the power to bend the will of human fate even if the gods' don't want me to. Besides, you remind me of me..."

"How do I know you won't curse me?"

"I won't! I promise. There's no point in cursing you if I won't be alive when our conversation is over. Also, just like I said before, I happen to like you."

"..."

I breathed in. He wasn't trustable...but there is something that I wanted...it was a simple wish, but I wanted it to come true no matter what.

"Tell me what you want for your wish!" he said with a smile.

"...My wish is...to spend a wonderful life with the person I love the most," I said after a brief pause.

"...I expected this answer. Are you sure you want me to grant this wish? I can only grant one after all."

"Yes. It's the only thing I could want. I want to live happily with her, and the only way this can happen is if I am free from the king's grasp."

"So...you wish to be free from the king's grasp but still be with the girl you love?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. I'll grant your wish, so thank me later!"

The demon king muttered something under his breath and smiled.

"Go ahead," the demon king said when he finished his chant.

"The first hero of Silverbell, Rosewald, will now take your head," I said as I finished him off.

His head rolled on the floor and his body crumbled away to dust.

...Finally...Finally...Finally...

It's over. Marielle...I'm coming home...

"Thank you, for granting a poor man, like me, a wish," I said as I knelt to the corpse of the former demon king.

When I came back from my journey, my country celebrated for weeks. All the towns and villagers hailed me as if I were a god.

"All hail the first hero! All hail the first hero! All hail the first hero!" they chanted throughout the streets.

While I stayed in the capital to inform the king of my success, I attended numerous different parties and balls, which was tiring but was worthwhile.

As the only commoner of my time to have magic, I was well respected. I killed the demon king and "saved" them.

Embarrassingly, many noble ladies aimed to court me, but I refused them all.

I don't care about becoming a noble. I'm fine with staying as a commoner.

I only want Marielle.

After the news of my success died down, I immediately went back to my hometown. I couldn't wait to see her again after a year.

I wonder what she'll look like. I wonder if she'll recognize me with all my battle scars.

I was smiling the whole way back home.

But my smile disappeared when I saw my hometown.

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It's gone.

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What used to be my beautiful hometown full of vibrant trees and fresh air was replaced with burnt wood and ashes.

I choked and immediately ran into the ruins.

Marielle.

Marielle.

Marielle.

Where are you?!

But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find her.

I fell to my knees in agony.

Marielle.

I screamed until my voice lost its power. My yells were replaced with sobs and I slowly went insane.

Marielle.

In my mind, I knew exactly what was going on...but I refused to accept it.

There was no doubt that the demon king granted my wish...but it was too late. Marielle probably died a year ago...by the hands of the king...

Since she died before the demon king granted my wish, the wish wouldn't have done anything.

...It was a pointless wish.

Marielle.

Marielle.

Marielle.

Why did you leave me?! You promised to wait for me...why aren't you here?!

My throat was tight as I staggered to where my home used to be.

Mom.

My beloved mother was dead too.

Why?

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Can't you make me some of your home-cooking? Can't you scold me for sneaking out at night like you used to?

Mom?

Where did you go?

Marielle?

Why aren't you here for me?

The only two people I loved are dead.

They're dead.

They're gone.

They're dead.

My loved ones are dead.

They're dead.

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There's nothing left.

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Everything is gone.

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Everything was taken away from me...

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Everything was taken away from me...by the king.

The king.

It seems that I have gone crazy...Instead of crying and mourning everyone's death as I should have, I was laughing.

I laughed so loud, there was no doubt that the whole world could hear me.

I felt utterly mad.

I felt crazy.

I felt insane.

...I never felt better.

I stood up and smiled.

The king.

The king.

The king.

The king.

The king.

The king.

I'll kill him.

I grabbed my holy sword and went back to the capital on my trusty horse.

The king took everything from me. He forced me to become a hero. He forced me to murder. He forced me to fight.

He killed them all.

It wasn't my fault.

I'm not the reason for their death.

It's his fault.

...It's not my fault.

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A Week Later

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In the end, I was killed by the king himself.

When he pierced my heart with his sword, he smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure to not to taint your reputation. Thanks for being a good puppet for the past year," the king said with laughter.

In my last moments, I cursed the king out.

The king smiled and his green eyes were squinted as he laughed.

His green eyes were sickening...

Then, I died.

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Or...at least I should have died.

Instead of death, I was reborn a year later in the future.

Huh?

This isn't right...

Why am I alive? Why am I a baby?

I want to die.

The moment I learned to move properly, I committed suicide.

But I was reborn again a year later.

Why...

I committed suicide again when I could move.

And I was reborn again.

Why can't I rest in piece?!

I commited suicide a third time.

And again I was reborn.

Then I killed myself a fourth time...a fifth time...a sixth...a seventh...eighth...ninth...tenth...

But each time I died, I was reborn again.

At that point, I stopped killing myself. It was impossible.

I can't die.

I want to die.

So why can't I die?

I took me lifetimes before I began to stop questioning it.

I can't die.

Because of this, I was always a troublesome kid while growing up. I was always a delinquent. I was always a bully. I was always a killer. I was always a robber. I was always...everything bad.

I enjoyed seeing others in pain.

After all, why does no one else get to suffer like me, huh? Why does no one care about me, huh?

Why do I always feel alone...?

No one else became a hero. No one else became the king's pawn. No one else couldn't die if they wanted to die.

So why am I the only one who has to suffer this way?

I have become twisted beyond belief.

Everyone should suffer, even if it is just for a little bit. I'll make sure everyone can feel even a fraction of my pain.

After I was reborn another time, I found out that the king built a monument of me above the castle. I laughed.

The king was mocking me, wasn't he?

By building me that statue, he was showing off his favorite puppet who happened to die in an "accident."

I commited suicide again after the statue was built.

...And I was reborn again.

And I became a delinquent again.

And I commited suicide again.

And I became a player in my next life.

And I jumped off a building.

And I became a bully.

And I hung myself.

And again and again, I repeated the same things.

And I never truly died.

I gave up. This was all so pointless. At some point, my mind began to forget my first life...

After countless lifetimes, I have forgotten Marielle's face. I even almost forgot the pain of her death.

My mind has forgotten the pain...but my heart still remembers...

Thus, my life was dyed with boredom.

I feel nothing anymore. It's as if I am empty.

My current "parents" worried about me. They called village doctors in hopes of helping me.

But nothing could be done.

There was nothing wrong with me...I was just...empty.

I spent most of my days in silence without moving. I rarely ate meals and threw up almost everything that I actually managed to eat.

I could never sleep.

Then for the first time, I died without committing suicide. This time, I died from malnutrition.

After being reborn again, I decided, for the first time in all of my lifetimes, to do something in order to pass the time.

I learned to read.

But I still didn't have the will to live. So I died again from lack of sleep.

This time, I learned to write in order to pass the time. I died later from heart failure.

In this life, I learned how to do basic household chores. Then I died from frostbite.

Each time I was reborn, I did something to pass the time. There was no point in anything else after all.

At some point, my parents began to call me a genius. After learning so many things in my past lifetimes, I became a capable person...

But some of my parents were pieces of scum. Instead of being proud of my genius, they either placed higher expectations on me to be "the best" or treated me as an object.

Sometimes, they rejected me and abandoned me under the belief that I was a cursed child.

But I already felt enough pain in my lifetimes, so the feeling of betrayal was becoming numb.

I felt no pain, no fear, and no happiness. I was a walking doll.

But instead of committing suicide another infinite amount of times, I learned something new to pass the time until my inevitable death.

After a hundred or so more deaths, I became a jack of all trades. I knew everything and could do everything.

So, I was plunged into more boredom and pointless living.

Then, I died again.

And this time, when I was reborn, my parents gave me a new name...Grey.

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A/N: ...I tried to make this chapter sad, but I have absolutely no idea if it was actually sad or not...

Anyway, if you guys have already forgotten, Grey is Cordelia's new servant that was introduced in the past two chapters or so.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading about his past!

Also, I split his "special" into two parts, since it was SUPER DUPER long. The next chapter will be released next week!

Thanks again for reading/voting/commenting!

Okie Byeee!

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