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Throughout history I've sinned by living for eternity.

Perhaps this is the price I pay for playing God.

Immortality, as I now understand, is not worth it.

I lost my soul, something I can never reclaim.

Now I have a plan to set myself free from the clutches of forever.

I want to go back to the arms of death and rest in peace.

The cursed sword and the sword of hope combined may help.

I must use these two.

May be I will return to that which is intended: a life and finally a death.

Come one, come all.

Fight.

For in the end, everything will fall according to what I've planned.

I will remain in the shadows until the finale.

Manipulating useless pawns are simple, all I need to do is wait until the right moment.

Nothing will stand in my way.



[Someone makes a surprise attack from behind.]

"You!  You dare challenge a god?"



A clash of swords meet.

In the end, Zasalamel reigns supreme.

"Heh.  Do you 'now' understand the difference in strengths between us?"



He walks away from the lifeless body and into the darkness...