Victor (Hero)

—Demon Lord..—a heavy sigh coming out of my mouth, moonlight seeping through the thin white curtains and a man sitting on my desk in the old hut outside the window. He had thick and fiery hair, fluttering towards the north from the wind. Beautiful blue eyes the color of sapphire. His clothes reminded me of a prince from a children's fairy tale from a princess's collection. And his.. horns..

—…You are…a Hero, aren’t you?—the man looked me over from head to toe, convincing me that I’m not dangerous. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There he is.

My meaning of life. That's why I live at all.

Since I was born, I have been trying to find the meaning of life in other beings. Since I was born, people have been telling me that I am a hero. They told me that one day I will save them and create a peaceful time. Even my own parents were inclined to this and invested all the money and income that I could give to be worthy of bearing the title of "Hero". I have lost myself. I have forgotten the last time I was called by my name. Everyone called me "the hero" who will one day defeat the demon king Mao. My entire existence as a "hero" was based on this vile demon. I wanted nothing. I only wanted to live and understand the reason for my existence. I beg you, please give me a goal, a reason, at least something for which I can live.

Please, someone...

….Look at me, at ME!