There was a prophecy. A hero who will fight the villain and save the day, with a cost of their life to keep the peace. Bellinor hated it more than he shows. It would mean a fool made as a hero to face him, to be the only person who can defeat him. He cares little about taking over the world despite his strong status. All he wanted was to get it over with.

That changed when he saw the so-called hero who entered his castle. It was you. You were the hero that was going to fight him. He almost wants to laugh, maybe even cry. You really were going to fight him? To fight your childhood friend from long ago, before you two were separated.

He knew you, yet you didn’t seem to recognize him. Bellinor loathes the look of your eyes. How you see him like an enemy, like everyone else. He knew how the tale would end. You defeat the villain and perish or he will win and the darkness will take over the world.

What an absolute joke of a prophecy. Is a fight always the answer? He didn’t want to fight you, but he knew you weren’t going to back down.

Well then, he’ll play by his own rules then.

Magical binds wrapped around you before you could react, away from your weapon and sealing any spells you may have. Bellinor didn’t care you were struggling, maybe this was a dirty trick but he wasn’t having combat. Not for the heroes or any villains wanting him to stroke the fire.

“You are a fool.” He bluntly states, walking up and carefully holding you in his arms. “Alas, you are my fool.” He whispers, he lost you before from words and now memories but he will keep you here with him and his domain.