You'll never take me.

With those thoughts, I ran past it all, past everything that threatened to keep me in, that threatened to stop me being what I was.

I was a kid back then. I didn't realize anything about the way it's supposed to work. I wanted to run outside, to run free of the world around me.
I was wrong.
With one of my arms gone, my weapons scattered, broken, and useless, losing blood and will to live through the cuts on my body, I'm in no position to be having epiphanies. But this one couldn't wait, as if epiphanies actually waited for anyone.
A blue flame. My goal. It's unreachable now, but...
"It was a long time ago."
My opponent, who, until now, had treated me as you would dirt, turned around and looked at me, smiling.
"So, the little brat is on his last legs." My opponent was smug, cloaked in black armor, which I knew from experience was immune to most of the weapons of the world. Now that I was just looking, I could see the pieces of the different weapons I had used to take out his army and get here. Sword blades, axe handles, bow shards, nothing had worked.
"Not really, because I only have two, and I still have those."
"Carefree to the end, eh?" The man in black asked. "Then I'll make your death quick."
"Hmm..."
"Are those your last words, soldier?", he asked, blade up in the air. I knew that he wasn't quite human, more like a sort-of god, but his voice was still chilling to the core.
"Tell me, Sharnoth, before I die, exactly what you are."
"Well it's simple." Sharnoth said. "In the beginning, there were three things created. The gods, the Final Decision, and the world we are in right now, the normal world."
"Yeah, and through time, the gods came down here and started attacking each other, killing off people and their targets alike." I said. "Save the schoolboy stuff for the idiots and tell me what happened next, besides Galador's saving the people."
"He actually didn't save you." Sharnoth said. "He just happened to take out all the gods and be the only one left."
"And because of his huge store of power, which he used to ubercharge this world to the point of pure abundance, you were created."
"Damn straight."
"Now, I'm not one to trust, especially not a demon like you or me, but that seems like a credible assessment of what could've happened." I said, and winced again in pain. Damn, I'm cut pretty badly. And by badly, I mean fatally. By all rights, I should be dead right now.
"So," he said, voice culminating back into the deep, cold voice of an overlord. "Will you give up on your worthless goal, and join me in my revenge?"
Well, remember when I said I had no chance of fulfilling that goal?
I lied. There was still one way, but that was a last resort.
It means that I won't get it, but it'll happen.
It only changes who wins, not what is won.
Fair trade.
I stood.
"I'd raise my hand and shake you, but you cut it off." I said. "And I can't let that slide." With that, I moved, bringing my remaining arm around and grabbing his face. Despite his being an immortal demi-god, I lifted him, taller than me or not. Slowly, I began to drain all that he was. The energy of his life, the green mist so vital to survival, was trickling, dancing, moving gracefully even when it was the vehicle of slow and painful death, down my arm and into me, feeding my cells, restoring my body. I noticed the arm I had lost slowly, painfully returning, hurting so bad that I thought that it was about equal to giving birth.
"I have other plans. Unlike you, I actually care about these people."
And with that, I killed the last god in the world. Now, I would have to put on the mask, and start a production I would never forget, a stage play where I lose my life yet accomplish my mission, a spectacle of blood, gore, and heart that will be sure to make you stand from your seat and applaud!

But that's all in the future for me. Today, after learning from the thousands I've met on my way, I will heal, I will lick my wounds.

And I will return to take the throne that is rightfully mine. The throne of your worst enemy.