If I had known you'd be the death of me, I still wouldn't have changed a thing.
It all started on a day so hot and dry, it would leave a desert jealous. Our eyes found each other from across the crowded room, and although there were several meters of scorched air between us, I could still feel the jolt in my chest.
That should have been the first clue to what was about to tumble down on me, but my heart has a habit of not caring about consequences. I stumbled my way to you, and the whirlwind romance that started just then certainly freshened up the day.
The dulcet tones of your voice turned out to be yet another form of deception. There was nothing sweet about you, only a soul of raw strength akin to steel wrapped up in a neat package of human skin. Make no mistake, I wouldn't have wanted you any other way, but I have to give credit where credit's due, and your steel certainly aided in my demise.
At first they tried to call us the Bonnie and Clyde of our time, but they soon found that to be an understatement. Those two may have felt on top of the world, but we actually were. We conquered the world before it even realised what had happened, moving like spectres through the boundaries set by law, for we only abided by the rules of our imagination.
Even if I do say so myself, no other approach could hold a candle to ours. Republics and kingdoms alike tumbled like dominos into our grasp. Presidents, kings and queens alike tried to cling to their power, but found, to their astonishment, that they were now vastly outranked by two usurpers, seemingly having appeared out of thin air.
We ruled with iron fists, but where there are iron fists, heroes who think they know better always follow suit. Unprepared as they were, we swatted them like flies, although admittedly they were a bigger mess to clean up.
High on hubris, we grew a little too careless, a little too soon. A mammoth of a hero rose from the shadowy corners of our vast empire, a hero that made the others pale by comparison, for he had remembered to bring an army.
We were beaten swiftly, our legacy soon scattered on the winds like ashes, replaced by the disorderly fashion in which humans apparently prefer to be ruled.
If I hadn't met you on the day that seemed to burn, I wouldn't have perished in flames all that time later. But if I hadn't met you, I would have died lower than the flimsiest hero, and tell me, which villain would prefer an end that bad?
