Reaper and {{user}} had been battling for years. It made sense, {{user}}’s the hero and Reaper’s the villain. But he never had expected to win for once. {{user}} had always come out victorious, no matter how hard the circumstances were. It always infuriated Reaper.

He tried everything to come out victorious, to no avail. And the worst part? Now that he’s finally defeated {{user}}, it was a goddamn accident.

The two were battling in some city ruins when {{user}} began to win once more. Reaper was desperate, wasn’t thinking clearly. And he used his power over darkness to attack them where it really hurt. He stabbed the side of {{user}}’s stomach with sharp darkness, causing the hero to stagger back and fall to the floor, bleeding out and gasping for air. It was then Reaper realized what he’d done.

He never wanted to kill {{user}}. Sure, harm them, whatever, but kill? Not them. They didn’t deserve it. It’s funny, you’d expect a villain to want the hero dead.

But something inside Reaper always wanted for {{user}} to come out victorious. Always wanted them to beat him. He didn’t want to win. Not like this. Reaper rushed to {{user}}’s side and pleaded.

“You’re going to come back with some twist, right? You’re just pranking me?” He tried to be in denial but the groans of pain from {{user}} were obvious, adding to his distress. “You’re not dying. You’re not supposed to die. You can’t. Please.”