His name was Technoblade.
Extraordinary stories were written all around the world about him. They're not all accurate, but the best lies are always a bit of true.
He never had the feeling that his days were numbered. In fact, he was pretty certain they were alphabetized. He never feared death, because he just knew he would never die.
He only cried once in his life. It was when his only friend died, in front of him, after harsh torture. And afterwards, he noticed that his eyes had simply lost color. White as his teeth. Empty as his heart became after this incident.
Since then, voices started talking to him. Whispering ideas, terrible ideas, into his ears. "That guy, he will hurt you! You should kill him. That woman, she is not someone you can trust! You should kill her. These people, they are not your companions! You should kill them."
These voices, his skills and his love for blood made him the best warrior that had ever walked on this land.
~•°•~
He was looking down on Technoblade, his sword against the pig's throat. Technoblade couldn't help but to start shaking. He glanced at his blood-soaked cape. He didn't know who's blood was on it anymore.
"You think you're good," he said. "But I am better."
"..."
"You should have known that."
He drew back his sword and pulled out his hand.
"Come on. Get up."
Technoblade looked at his hand. It was white and immaculate; perfect and beautiful. The exact opposite of the pig warrior. His was covered of dozens of scars and calloused skin. His hand... It was a provocation. Like nothing could ever even scratch him.
Technoblade pushed it away and got up himself, trying to hide the fact that the pain was making this action a thousands time harder than it should have been.
"You're suffering," he said after lokking at him for a split second.
The pig took a deap breath.
"I am dying, aren't I."
"Technoblade does die, in the end," he said, in a mocking voice.
"Yeah, well..."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You could never beat me. Not in this reality nor in the next one."
Techno looked at his mask for a moment. Emotionless. Fearless. Empty. White. And somehow reconforting.
As the time past, a parfum started floating in the air. The scent obssesed Technoblade. He who had only smelled blood since he was born was finally understanding the feeling of smelling a rose.
And the sun looked so hot and so bright.
And the sky seemed bluer than it ever did.
And the wind was playing a melody he had never heard before.
"The end is near. I can feel it; peace is finaly coming."
He grinned.
"Hey, before stabbing me to death, will you answer my last question?"
"Of course."
"Why did I lost?"
He took a moment to give his answer.
"You might never die but I always win."
And he plonged his sword into the Techno's heart.
Technoblade never di€E*#eEsz lived.
