"Praise be to you, great hero! You saved us from the invaders. May the gods bless you!"
The gray-haired nobleman excitedly clasps my hand. He's very humble, probably because I saved his city, or because I killed a horde of monsters right in front of him. Or maybe it's because of the army behind me.
"Hero, would I be so fortunate as to have dinner with you?"
The shy, beautiful noblewoman awkwardly invites me. I think it's because I really am handsome, and I'm both good-looking and good in a fight, so readers can really put themselves in my shoes.
I twirl a lock of black hair by my ear, consider for a moment, then give them both a polite smile.
"Sorry, but I must decline. After all, you're all my food."
"I mean that everyone except the children will have their souls belong to me. I saved you, so your lives belong to me."
Then I devoured every last one of their souls.
I'm no hero. I don't know if I even count as human. I'm certainly not a good person. You can call me Camus, or the Blindly Celebrated Serpent.
As usual, dark and brutal.
