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R.I.P Villains Guard

Also from the wonderful madieeblanchar (bold is me btw)

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The Villain made their nightly sweep of the dungeon, but mostly just to check that the pesky hero stayed behind bars, safe. When they arrived to their cell however, the hero was beat up, leaning on the wall. Badly. Their skin had an ashy sheen to it, almost like they had worn shade 14 of lustminerals foundation. (Why, just why) 

"You look a little rough, what happened to you?" The Villain said, their voice slightly shaking on the little.

"Your guard over there," They replied, coughing and hacking as blood trickled out of their mouth. 

 The villian flicks a finger, unfiltered rage flickering across their features like the heat from the burning ashes of ten thousand bodies. The guard backs up against the wall, fear flashing in their eyes but the rigid composure taught by the villain still stood. 

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( Flashback)

"No one lays a hand on the hero unless I say so, no matter what," The Villain said to the guard. The guard abruptly nodded.

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The hero looked up, overwhelmed by pain and confusion as the Villain snapped the guards neck with zero hesitation. 

"Y-You can't do th-that," The hero rasped. The Villain realized. They had never seen such a death before. They weren't even 21 yet. Well they were only two years older, but the plain sadness and shock in their eyes was clear.

"Drink this and go to door 65," The hero hastily accepted the strange looking potion and drank it, before their eyes started drooping. They felt a soft touch before their eyes closed.

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Kinda short, I don't care.