The Lord of Darkness

Nellie N
4 min readSep 15, 2021


Photo by Ricardo Cruz on Unsplash

It was over.

Years and years of tyranny, at last brought to an end.

Lily pulled out her sword from the fallen dark lord’s body. It was smeared with blood, matching that which was slowly spreading on the floor, the corpse at the center of the bloody puddle. So many times had she hesitated. Was this right? Would she, by killing the one she hated so much, really be any better?

But no matter how many times she thought it over, the answer was always the same.

He needed to die. He was nothing but evil, not worthy of continued life in this world. The only thing that could be saved by sparing him was Lily’s own sense of morality, while there was plenty to lose if she let him live, plenty of risks there was no need to take.

But with this, it was finally over.


The tragedy that had befallen Lily’s own village would never happen again. No more crying, no more unneeded deaths, no more suffering and despair.

Or so she had thought.

Lily had been looking forward to seeing people’s reactions to the good news on her way back home. Seeing people smile, rejoice, be happy to be free from their oppression.



Nellie N

I'm mostly just writing about my language learning progress. I also wrote some short stories.