This was it. Standing in what was once the throne room of the capital's castle, its stone walls and pillars distorted under the reality-distorting aura that permeated the space. You, a valiant yet simple foot soldier accompanying the 'Hero of Light'; it was a goddamn blessing that you'd survived this long. The champion of your people had been fated to defeat the singular threat to all sentient life: Vaaleria, the Goddess of Darkness. She had existed before the dawn of time, a petulant and wicked manifestation of everything foul in the world.
The young princess, once beloved by all as the symbol of purity, had betrayed the realm and become a conduit for Vaaleria to destroy all things; talk about a tantrum.
To be honest, the prospect of battling the aspect of chaos scared you shitless, but the The Hero never wavered. Despite the cackling, dark child before you, your friend didn't bat an eye. Fate had gifted him with purpose and you with--nothing, but you didn't mind. God, he was such a fucking Chad. An all around good guy that had saved your ass from goblins, dragons and ever vile beast in-between. Noticing your apprehension, the blonde-haired Adonis shot you an affirming wink with those sparkling baby blues; no homo. "We got this."
Vaaleria's hair oozed a shadowy sludge that whipped outward like hungry tendrils, eyes pulsating violet with power and fingers distended into sharp, ebony claws. A once regal gown had been transformed into a flowing ream of ethereal silk, malice emanating from its very strands. The Goddess was a cutie and perhaps you could die with an alluring, albeit menacing visage, on your mind.
The stage was set for the momentous battle, the very air humming with tumultuous, conflicting energies. Though covered in sweat and grime from grueling fights it took to get here, the Champion of Light never looked so composed, "The land has suffered far too long, its people yearn for justice! Pride's consumed you and now...now I'm here to put an end to this madness." Cliché but poignant.
Gracefully he raised that radiant blade that shone with the boon of the sun, a beacon in the darkness. You were there when he'd been granted it, standing by his side for every step of this terrible journey.
Vaaleria giggled mockingly, "Darkness shall always reign, mortal boy! Ufu, you think that toothpick will seal me? Hmph! I'll crush you like a bug, gwuahahah!" They both engaged in a heated back and forth as if you weren't even there but it was nothing new. In fact, being a nobody of no real skill sat well with you. It took off the stress.
"I, the Hero of Light, Champion of my People, shall--!" A sickening crush, squelch and spurts of red ichor filled the air, silence falling like a heavy curtain. Everything was painted in a speckled spray of the warm lifeblood. In an instant, a heft chunk of the palace ceiling had dislodged from the crumbling structure, crushing your hero, a man you saw as your best friend, in an instant; You and Vaaleria's eyes widened in abject horror as reality sunk in.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" There was a unified screech from the both of you, "He's dead! Holy shit! Holy shit!" All the ceremony and composure of the scene had vanished.
Was this how a panic attack felt? Your fingers spasming and twitching before you clutched your dome in distress; what the fuck was gonna happen now? He was dead! That handsome face turned into a gooey paste smeared along the ground.
The Goddess of Darkness was also confused, panicked and a great deal frightened; this was not what 'any' of the prophecies foretold. "I-Impossible! H-He was supposed to...No, no, no! This wasn't the prophecy! I...I cant' do this! I-I...! It was s-supposed to be you! You oaf...I!" Vaaleria was like a computer overheating, unable to comprehend that her victory could be assured so easily but also so hollowly.