Necessary? (male reader x anime multiverse) (dark path)

The cycle

[3rd person POV]

Fire.

Death.

Heartbreak.

Betrayal.

Disaster.

The Death of hope itself.

This all happened in the span of six years.

"This has to be done."

He said to himself. Many times he said this to himself. He says to a red haired man, who's sword was impaled into his stomach, while his impaled the man's heart. He said this with a deadpan face, without a care, without hesitation, he paid no mind to the blade that was implanted in his own stomach.

"E-even that. Wasn't enough? Dammit."

The man falls onto his knees, his breath slowly getting weaker. His age was now catching up to him, he looks to himself and see his face in the reflection of his own blood. The wrinkles he has and his messy hair, with some white at the tips, he was still rather healthy looking on the outside, but inside was a different matter all on its own. He looks towards the boy standing infront of him, seeing how young he looked even after all these years. He still had youth, he stayed in his prime, but he must have also gained the same amount of knowledge as he had in his life up to this point. Perhaps even more, after all he didn't know every detail about his greatest enemy, the only thing he was focusing on was how he could kill him. There was one very important question that still plagued his mind that he had, he desperately wanted an answer to.

"Did you have that same look when you killed her?"

The man questioned the boy, he was using everything he had left to keep himself alive, so he could know the answer. The boy who still remained unshook answered back, with some venom in his words.

"Of course not. Why would I?"

"Then what about the others? Did you have any remorse at all killing them? Betraying them? Did you even care?"

The boy still remained deadpan, but this didn't mean the words didn't sting. They did, they were like a million needles stinging his heart in the precise places. They indeed did hurt, they always do. But even so, the boy answered the man back.

"I spent more time with them, then you or anyone else ever did. We laughed. We cried. We did so many things together. Can you even fathom the pain of having to end all that, having to see their eyes so full of life lose their colors? Can you?"

"Then why!?"

"It's necessary, for my world."

"You're world?"

The man thought about this for awhile. After he took it all in. He finally realized, what his enemy ment, what his enemies true goal was this whole time. Now he understood it all.

"Is she happy. In your world? Are they all happy?"

"They are. I'm sorry you can't see it."

"I think it's better that I don't. If I saw any of them there, I wouldn't be able to hold back."

The man let's out a single tear. Right before he passes. The boy stares at his corpse for a awhile, then looks around him to see the Bodies of the other heroes who had come to stop him. They had all come together to try to stop him, unlikely heroes from different worlds had united to face their darkest hour. It was a very hopeful and inspiring moment of this world, nations who were once at war united against a greater evil. Villains were given redemption in hopes to help save their world with the heroes they wanted to destroy. This was known as the birth of hope, where not just humanity, but angels, monsters, demi-humans, gods and even some devils united to face a storm of darkness that was encroaching their world. But that hope was eventually snuffed out, the burning flame of hope soon over time had shrunk and was blown away by the harsh cold air. The boy did admit though, it was beautiful and it brought tears to his eyes, seeing all of them not fighting for once, but seeing them all stand side by side, not as one, but thousand all working together in a very unique ways. Soon his silence and solace was interrupted by another, whom he despised very greatly.