A will reading.

I sat in my seat at the little café I'd taken a liking to, sipping my coffee, the place was empty now, and I liked it that way. I didn't need the caffeine, on top of my immortality I'd developed a near immunity to the stuff centuries ago. Still, it was nice to feign normalcy, and the coffee was pretty good. As I put my cup of coffee down, a server came by, giving me a smile.

"Hello, how are you? Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, thank you, the service here is impeccable," I replied, smiling in return.

Then, a lot of things happened at once. My server tensed, and a moment later, I reacted, jumping out of the way of their knife. In the next moment, they recovered, leveling their knife on me as they glared at me.

"I knew it was you, when great-grandfather learns that I was the one who finally killed you, I'll go down as a family legend!"

"Oh my god, you people are still around?" I exclaimed exasperatedly, "and you've gotten bolder somehow. You can't hope that this will end well, this place has security cameras you know?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, now have at you!"

I dodged out of the way again, they were good, but I'd had over a millennia of practice, and they really couldn't compare. They took a stab at my heart and I disarmed them in a single motion, holding the knife to their throat I asked them a question I hadn't had the opportunity to in a long time.

"Okay, why are you people still after me? It's been over 7 centuries!"

"You killed my great-great-great grandfather James!"

"He tried to poison me!"

"Well, before that you killed my 6 times great grandfather Oliver!"

"Tried to throw me off of a cliff!"

"Alice The Dauntless!"

"Stabbed me with a rapier!"

"Duncan of Cumbria?"

"Dropped an anvil on me."

"Seriously? Like a Wile E Coyote sketch?"

"Oh it is like that I never realized that."

"Has every ancestor of mine you've killed tried to kill you first?"

"More or less."

"That... wait no! Why should I trust you? For all I know you're lying!"

"Why would I lie? I could kill you right now if I wanted to like, mess with you or your family."

"That uh... I mean that makes sense honestly."

"Yes it does, now, I ask you again, why do you want me dead?"

"I... I honestly don't know."

"That makes two of us," I said, bringing the knife away from their throat.

"Wait! You don't know either?!" My assailant questioned as they rubbed their neck.

"No I don't, the first one of you weirdos who jumped me back in 1271 was already screaming about a generation-spanning feud."

The two of us stood there for a moment, both of us considering what this meant.

"So... sorry for trying to kill you," they said, awkwardly scratching the back of their head.

"Apology accepted, now I'm going to go back and scramble the cameras so you don't get arrested."

"That's... that's very kind of you, also you know how to work a security system?"

"You learn a lot of skills when you're immortal, passes the time."

"Yeah, see you later?"

"Guess so."

I sat on my throne, the sky above darkening as the eclipse my plans hinged on began. The doors to the vast chamber I occupied flew open, the Hero stepping through them, determination burning in their eyes. Seeing them I sighed and rose to my feet, gripping my spear and readying myself for the coming fight.

"Well, I see you've finally made your way here, where's the rest of your party?"

The Hero took another step forward, hand hovering just above their sword, "dealing with the rest of your constructs."

"To be expected I suppose, with that question out of the way, let us begin," I said, leveling my spear at the Hero.

"No."

"I'm... sorry?" I was bewildered and lowered my spear a little.

"Listen, I heard about who you used to be." Those words set me on edge, and my grip on my spear tightened.

"I don't know exactly how you got to be where you are now," the Hero continued, "but maybe I get it, maybe you're not as bad as you think. Maybe you can change," they urged.

"Oh child, you don't understand, I've lost too much to turn back now, and even if I could I'm too far gone, there is no saving my soul."

"I don't want to kill you if I can help it," they said, closing their grip around their blade.

"I'm afraid you can't," I said, lunging at them with all the speed I could muster. The Hero blocked my strike with their sword, both of our weapons glowing with conflicting energies. The both of us pushed off of each other before lunging at each other again, the sound of our blades colliding ringing through the room as the eclipse continued toward its climax. As we crossed blades again they backed away another step, launching a feint I was unable to see for what it was until they'd already kicked me so hard I flew into the wall behind me.

"Very good..." I said as I caught my breath, "but if you want to stop me, you're going to have to kill me!"

I launched myself at them again, and this time, instead of locking blades with me, they parried my strike and used the window it gave them to slice at my shoulder. I grimaced but the wound wasn't that deep. I moved to strike at them again, but the wound in my shoulder apparently slowed me down more than I thought it would and they were able to easily dodge, giving me another shallow wound, this time on my abdomen.

"What don't you get? If you don't kill me, everyone, including your friends die!"

Those words seemed to spark something in them, and they came at me, I managed to deflect their strike, but they didn't let up, unleashing a flurry of attacks that I was more than happy to return. As the two of us sprinted through the chamber trading blows, each of us accumulated more and more wounds, until the two of us both stood opposite each other, wounded and panting.

"Please, you don't have to do this," they said desperately.

"Yes, I do," I said, readying myself to strike at the Hero one last time as they, reluctantly, did the same. The two of us charged at each other, and I felt the blade pierce through my heart. I dropped my spear and nearly fell to the ground before the Hero caught me.

"Why? Why did it have to end like this?" they asked, tears beading at the edges of their eyes.

I coughed up some of my blood, "b-bad luck on your end, if you'd gotten to me earlier, maybe you could've changed things."

The two of us stood there for a moment, and I could feel myself slipping away.

"Perhaps," I said, "in another time, in another life, I could have called you friend."

Then the world went dark.

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I didn't expect to open my eyes, but somehow, impossibly, I did. I didn't recognize where I was, didn't even recognize my own body, at least 20 years younger than it had been, even the architecture around me was foreign, the figure in front of me though, I recognized them, it was the hero. They smiled and good-naturedly elbowed me,

"Bro, we doin' this?"

"I... I err..."

"Come on! I swear you pick the worst times to space out! You're lucky we're best buds, Damian!"

"That, my friend, is true," I gave a small smile.

"Now," they split the stack of papers they had in their hands into two, and gave me one, "I'll take the east side of town, you take the west, that sound good?"

I took a look at the papers in my hands, advertisements for a band. My hands tensed up, it had been a literal lifetime since I'd played, since those carefree days. I took another look at the person in front of me and smiled.

"Yes. Yes that does sound good."