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The Villain's Retirement

Hello, I live in the Demon Continent. The land of ash skies, endless night, and the towering citadel where the Demon King lives and rules over everything and everybody. No one dares speaks back to him. And yet, lately, the humans, guided by their fickle gods and led by their so-called heroes have started to win for some inexplicable reason. But honestly? I couldn't care less. “Every day is so boring,” I muttered as I watched their armies breach our borders. “I feel indifferent about everything. Isn’t there anything that could make life even slightly entertaining?” From the highest balcony of the Demon King’s castle, with the smoke of war curling up toward me, the demon castle rumbled as the gates were finally breached and the fight of the heroes against the Demon King has began. While that was happening, I entertained these thoughts without urgency, without fear, just mild curiosity. Who am I, you ask? I am not the Demon King. I am not his right hand, nor his left. But if one were to rank us, I would be the second-strongest existence in this land. In a story, I suppose I would be the “Hidden Boss.” The truth is, I don’t care about the demon king and the hero's party. Unlike the Demon King, I feel nothing for this world, no loyalty, no greed for conquest or power. Unlike the Hero, I do not understand what he was fighting for. If anything, I just feel tired. I do not feel any purpose. I don’t know why I even exist. I look from the veranda and watch. Before me, I cannot see nothing but the barren lands and the dark forests of the Demon Continent. I try to remember the color in the human realm. I miss it. If there was anything I wanted to do, that was only to live in peace in the human realm. Should I kill the Demon King and leave? …Tempting, but unrealistic. He’d annihilate me before I even got the chance. So I sigh, and I wait, and I watch. Then, in a twist no demon had expected, the hero's party defeated the Demon King. Just like that, a thousand years of war ended—and the world entered an era of “peace”. And so, with nothing left to tie me here, I left. Retired from demon life.
Main_Island · 1.6k Views

The Little Man

Jack thought his life was simple enough: a steady job under Barksen, a promotion that promised stability, and a quiet existence with money tucked away for the future. He was lean, sharp-tongued, and bitterly amused by the world’s stupidity, but content to drift without risk. His friend Julias, however, was everything Jack was not—suave, powerful, and unnervingly smooth. A man whose presence filled rooms, whose silence carried weight, and whose eyes seemed to peel back the layers of anyone who dared meet them. What began as laughter over a ruined prom dress spirals into something darker. In Julias’s marble-floored apartment, amid biblical paintings and the scent of red wine, Jack is pressed into a conversation that feels less like banter and more like initiation. Julias speaks of predators, of power, of risks worth taking—and suddenly Jack finds himself confessing things he never meant to say. Words of ruin. Words of killing. The friendship between fire and water begins to shift into something more dangerous: a mentorship, a test, perhaps even a trap. Julias’s questions are not idle. His gaze is steel, his tone a blade, and his world is one where politics and ambition are war, where rivals are predators, and where survival demands ruthlessness. Jack, once a bitter but harmless cynic, is being drawn into a web of power, manipulation, and moral compromise. As Jack mentally tries to balance his dreams of law school and independence against Julias’s intoxicating vision of dominance, he must decide: is he content with a safe, early retirement, or will he risk everything for the promise of real power? And if he chooses the latter, will he still recognize himself—or will Julias’s world consume him entirely? But then— Jack ordinary life changed when he got stabbed by a seductress. "The Little Man" is a psychological thriller of ambition, friendship, and corruption. It explores the fragile line between loyalty and manipulation, the seduction of power, and the terrifying ease with which people can be coaxed into extraordinary darkness.
Twilight_Goodness · 7.1k Views