Unknown Karma

Revenge And End

[Last part]

Kira’s heart burned with a silent fury as he carried out his duties under Malachi’s watchful gaze. He obeyed the orders he was given, played his part to perfection, and betrayed nothing of the storm that raged within him. To anyone who saw him, Kira appeared as the loyal apprentice, unflinching in his obedience to Malachi’s command. But behind his calm exterior, he was weaving an intricate web of deceit, slowly laying the groundwork for the inevitable downfall of the man who had taken everything from him.

Kira’s resentment had grown with each passing day, fueled by years of manipulation and control. He had once trusted Malachi, believed in the twisted vision Malachi had spun for him. But now, he saw it for what it was—a world built on lies and tyranny, with Malachi at its heart, wielding his power over everyone like a tyrant.

And Kira was done being a pawn.

It took months of patience, gathering information in the shadows, learning Malachi’s every move and every secret. He discovered the artifacts—ancient relics of unimaginable power that Malachi intended to use to secure his reign forever. Kira knew that these artifacts were the key to Malachi’s strength, and without them, Malachi would be vulnerable, stripped of his invincibility. So he carefully orchestrated a plan, slowly and methodically ensuring that the artifacts would fall into the hands of those who sought to end Malachi's rule.

As Kira passed the ancient relics along to Malachi’s enemies in silence, he felt a strange calm wash over him. He had spent so long pretending to be Malachi’s servant, but now he was watching the man’s empire crumble from within, piece by piece, as quietly as he had built it.

When the final battle came, Kira stood back, a silent spectator to the chaos that unfolded. The warriors and leaders who had long opposed Malachi’s reign had finally come together, strengthened by the very artifacts Kira had given them. They launched their attack, a coordinated strike against Malachi’s forces. For the first time, the fortress of fear that Malachi had created around himself seemed to waver, cracks forming in the foundation of his once-unshakeable power.

Kira watched, his face impassive, as Malachi’s loyalists fell one by one. He had made sure that Malachi would be isolated, that there would be no escape, no reinforcements coming to his aid. As the battle reached its peak, Kira found himself standing alone in a corridor, listening to the distant sounds of fighting echoing through the halls. He knew Malachi was close by, likely putting up one final, desperate fight against his attackers.

The thought of going to confront him crossed Kira’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Malachi wasn’t worth his words, wasn’t worth the energy it would take to speak his contempt aloud. His silence would be the loudest statement he could make. So he turned and walked away, leaving Malachi to face the consequences of his own greed and cruelty alone.

As Kira exited the palace, he didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. The sound of Malachi’s empire crumbling behind him was all the closure he needed.

Kira had vanished from the world he once knew, leaving behind nothing but whispers and mysteries. After the dust settled and Malachi’s empire fell, people began to wonder where Kira had gone. They had seen him play a crucial role in the final defeat, in ways they could not fully understand, and many knew him as the one who had quietly undermined Malachi’s power from the shadows. But now, he was nowhere to be found.

He had not stayed to revel in Malachi's downfall, nor to claim any part of the new world that emerged from the ruins of his father’s tyranny. Kira simply disappeared, taking nothing with him but the clothes on his back and the weight of a past he could never quite leave behind.

In truth, Kira’s departure had been the only thing keeping him sane. The revelation that Malachi was his father—his own flesh and blood—had torn through him, ripping apart the last shreds of innocence and hope he’d held onto. He had learned of his mother and aunt's deaths at Malachi’s hands, victims of his ruthless pursuit of control. The knowledge had settled over Kira like a dark cloud, consuming him. Malachi, the man he had once trusted, had not only manipulated and used him but had taken his family from him in the most brutal way possible.

After everything, Kira felt like a stranger to the universe he had once fought to protect. The thought of wielding any kind of power, of being drawn back into the cycle of conflict, was unbearable. He was tired of being used, tired of being a tool for others. For so long, he had been forced to play his part, his own desires buried under the weight of survival. Now, he just wanted peace.

So, he chose a distant planet, a quiet world untouched by wars and empires. It was an ordinary place, one of countless nameless worlds scattered through the cosmos. The inhabitants led simple lives, unaware of the galaxy’s grand struggles and distant legends. It was exactly what he needed—a place where he could blend into the background, unburdened by the expectations of others.

In this new life, Kira kept to himself. He took on small, unremarkable tasks, working odd jobs that required no special skills and asked no questions. He lived in a modest house on the outskirts of a small village, surrounded by fields and forests that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The days passed slowly, each one blending into the next, and he found a strange solace in the routine of it all.

The people he lived among knew nothing of his past, and he intended to keep it that way. To them, he was simply Kira—a quiet, reserved young man who kept to himself, always polite but never particularly close to anyone. When they asked where he had come from, he would give vague answers, deflecting their curiosity with a practiced ease.

Yet, even as he tried to settle into this new life, the memories lingered. At night, when the village was silent and the stars hung cold and distant above, Kira would lie awake, haunted by the faces of those he had lost. He would remember his mother’s gentle smile, the warmth of his aunt’s embrace. He would remember the battles, the endless struggle against Malachi’s influence, and the darkness that had once threatened to consume him.

Sometimes he would dream of Malachi—of his father’s cold, calculating gaze, the way he had twisted Kira’s life to suit his own ends. In those dreams, Kira was once again a frightened child, caught in a web of manipulation and deceit. He would wake up gasping, his heart racing, the weight of his father’s legacy pressing down on him like a shadow that would never truly fade.

But as time went on, the pain began to dull. The memories grew softer, the edges blurred by the passage of time. He found small joys in his quiet life—tending to the garden outside his house, watching the sunrise over the hills, listening to the gentle hum of life around him. It was a far cry from the life he had once known, but it was enough.

For the first time, Kira had the freedom to choose his own path, to live his life without fear or obligation. He had found a kind of peace here, a fragile, tentative peace that he guarded fiercely. He had left behind the weight of his past, and he intended to keep it that way, no matter what.

The End.

After the first time kira betrayed, Malachi killed off kira's aunt, Malachi's sister in law and kira's mother, Malachi's wife…
I know Malachi is cruel I hate him too.