1 I want To Rest

In the middle of the great battlefield, at the end of the years of war, the living bodies around were revealing the noble image of hell. A crimson-eyed being was watching the demon he had knocked down with his emotionless eyes, while fatigue seemed to be wrapping itself around him, pinning his head to the ground.

"It's finally over," said the red-eyed being, punching the ugly-faced grinning demon.

"We demons loved to kill...That's what we always wanted, I don't know if it was our faulty creation that made us this way or our own desires, but we don't regret what we did, our minds are still on what we couldn't destroy." 

"Very funny, you still lost. The dead are not worthy of my caring, the living are not worthy of my even looking at them, do you think I care?" said the red-eyed being, his exasperation evident.

"I know HAHAHAHA!" the demon, whose ugly smile had turned into laughter, laughed out loud as blood continued to spill out of the hole in its chest. Both sides were incredibly injured, the red-eyed being knew that he was incredibly close to death, and so he continued to listen to the devil's laughter without caring about anything.

"I wonder who is the real demon!" the demon screamed while puking out blood.

The demon was already waiting with a hole in his chest for death to take him away. Everything was clearly over.

"Then strike the final blow! I must at least be killed by someone honourable!" the demon shouted and with that a sword was thrust through his throat, the red-eyed being didn't care or wait, he was too tired to be cajoled.

It was only a matter of time before he let go of the sword and began to walk with slow steps, heading towards the throne of the demon he had slain. His heavy footsteps crushed the human bodies he was stepping over, and he made his way towards the throne.

After a few seconds, the being sitting on the throne looked up at the monstrous moon shining crimson in the sky and recognised the reflection of the layers of blood on the ground. Now he could die in peace.

Did the peace he always wanted wait ahead?

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Someone was standing in the middle of nothingness and the neutrality of death, where there was not even light. Crimson eyes glittered in the darkness and showed his tiredness all over the chaos. Dozens of voices around him gave him an air of silence and choices to be made. 

He had been here many times before, he couldn't even remember how many times, on the contrary, being here gave him boredom.

Thoughts of endless darkness, nothingness and merged chaos were haunting his mind and he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He was very tired, his fatigue was watching the view he could not see and the wound in his heart was waiting for time to close.

While his crimson eyes were watching the chaos, a voice he did not understand where it came from started to speak:

"How many times have you died?"

"How many times have I died?"

"How many times have you killed?"

"How many times have I killed?"

"Aren't you bored?"

"Aren't I bored?"

"Isn't it enough?"

"Is it enough?"

No matter what the voice asked, he answered it with a counter question and his boredom and fatigue increased with each passing second.

"Aren't you tired?"

"I'm tired." said the red-eyed person in an instant, he didn't know how many times he had been through all these things and it was as if space and time were repeating itself continuously.

''Then come to your senses and tell me what you want. Just like you always do." said the mysterious voice and with that a finger snap was heard. The huge energy that spread around destroyed the endless darkness, nothingness and chaos and created a white glowing light.

''There is nothing I want,'' the red-eyed person said with a downed face.

"Really? You say that every time, hero." said the mysterious voice. This alone was enough to show how many times the red-eyed person had come here.

"I don't care. I want to go to the next one," replied the red-eyed figure, looking as if his eyes would close at any moment.

"There is none anymore. I'll ask you again. Isn't that enough?"

"None? It will never be enough." replied the red-eyed person he opened his eyes instantly and looked around with emotionless eyes. He was moving his body and trying to free himself from the chaos in which he was floating, as if he wanted to go somewhere and was trying to express his boredom without speaking. His pessimism and everything he had seen so far had killed his emotions one by one. 

Firstly, fear had left his body; all the horrible monsters he had seen, humans being in the first place, had stolen this emotion from his body and killed it by shattering it to pieces.

The second emotion that died was sadness; billions of people crying in front of him, billions of mothers and fathers who lost their children, millions of souls who lost their animals, millions of creatures he lost. Each of them had destroyed the fountain of sadness in his brain.

The third emotion that was gone was happiness; the fact that he had withered billions of times and knew that he had achieved nothing, how many of those he had tried to save continued to live, and that he could not die no matter how hard he tried, had dried up all the sources of his happiness.

The other emotion he threw out of his body was anger; after all the terrible events he had experienced and all the loved ones he had seen die or killed, those who had betrayed him and all the evil that was wandering around as if they were unclaimed, there was nothing left for him to be angry about anymore.

The last emotion that disappeared was mercy; He had learnt after all the thoughts and pessimism, death and life: Mercy should never exist, neither for the enemy nor for the friend. To understand the subtle difference between forgiveness and mercy, and to be too decent to cross this line, he should not be attached to this emotion and let others kill him. And so he did.

He was no longer a human being. Maybe his body looked like a human, maybe his eyes resembled a human's, maybe his brain worked like a human's. Despite all this, he was no longer a human being - as people say, "an individual without human emotions is just a monster in a human body".

Maybe they were all right, after all, he was tired of humanity too.

"Aren't you tired then?" the mysterious voice asked again, each of the surrounding voices had fallen silent and only his had appeared in this vast space.

"I'm tired, very tired," replied the red-eyed figure, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Then I ask again, what do you want?" questioned the mysterious voice, this time with a hint of sadness in its voice.

Hearing the voice very clearly, the red-eyed person looked around and began to observe dozens of eyes watching him from the darkness where the light could not go. The voices coming from the eyes he was observing stopped and the whispers that disappeared as soon as he turned his gaze away from them started again.

"I...Just want to rest, for the rest of the eternity." replied the red-eyed figure, his fatigue now at its limit.

"You have fought all your lives, you were young and dead when we summoned you to fight for us. None of us expected you to fight to the end. Believe me, we will fulfil everything you ask of us." said the mysterious voice.

"Then leave me alone, where no one is near me, where I have everything I need, surrounded by nature. Somewhere where I can just....live." replied the red-eyed person, the look of his eyes were showing how done and tired he was to the mysterious being.

"As you wish." replied the mysterious voice and then took a deep breath and exhaled, "thank you for everything." and started to erase the light he created.

The red-eyed person, whose eyes began to close with the light that began to be erased, heard a last voice from around him:

''Thank you for everything Admon, goodbye."