[ WP ] Instead of sealing away the ancient evil for another millennium , the hero decides to just kill it . Nobody told them what happens .

There lay the fiend. Beaten. Broken. Defeated. 
 
 A meager shadow of the monster fabled by the elders. 
 
 “ Moloch. That ’ s the name they gave you. Did you know that, wretch? ” 
 
 Bahadur spoke with an almost sadistic conviction, without any hint of fear or pain enunciated by his voice. None would blame him if there had been, seeing as his robes were covered in his blood, with deep gashes straight through his flesh, exposing the marrow of the mortal. 
 
 “ You still refuse to speak? ” 
 
 Bahadur stood in the confines of a dungeon. Buried leagues below the temple of his convent, he had been elected to fulfill the most important duty of his Order. A masterful warlock in his own right, Bahadur had been infused with the might of his peers as well after the Millennial Conclave had elected him Warden. 
 
 “ You see, Moloch. I ’ ve had a thought. This strange game we play, the millennial dance between you and the Order, is frankly pointless. ” 
 
 The young Warden stood before his charge. Even bested, the fiend betrayed no sense of servility, angrily pulling at the bright golden chains that bound it. Resembling something like a minotaur, ten feet tall and made of shadows and lightning. Every time it lunged, sparks and flame burst forth from the points where chain met demon. 
 
 “ Five thousand years. Five different wardens. Five different binding rituals. For what? Your existence is abhorrent! What spell did you use to entrap the minds of my Order in such a dread that they refuse to end you? ” 
 
 A pause. 
 
 “ TELL ME! ” 
 
 Everything became fire. An inferno spawned on the floor that engulfed the entire dungeon. A piercing screech mixed with a howl was drowned out by the rampaging conflagration. 
 
 “ Oh? Did you say something that time? ” 
 
 The fire had disappeared, leaving the dungeon smouldering with Moloch in the center, finally still. A wide, arrogant smile was on Bahadurs lips. 
 
 “ I ’ m breaking this cycle. For all the tall tales about you I ’ ve heard, you ’ ve lived up to none of them. ” 
 
 The warlock held out his hand. A bright flash of light, and he was holding a glimmering axe made of light in his hands. Without hesitating, he brought the axe down on the prostrated Moloch. A flash of light, and a gale of wind immersed the room for moment. Then tranquility. What remained of Moloch was merely a pile of dust on the floor. Bahadur stood there, catching his breath. 
 
 “ It is done… ” 
 
 * “ Indeed it is. ” * 
 
 Bahadur was shocked stiff. He had spoken without meaning to. Clutching his mouth, he began to feel something he hadn ’ t felt during this entire ordeal; fear. 
 
 * “ Did it not occur to you that the Order had a very good reason for not destroying me, Bahadur? ” * 
 
 The mage stood up straight, eerily still. Not breathing, not blinking. He began to levitate, and spun towards the exit leading out of the dungeon. 
 
 * “ It is my turn to be Warden. ” * 

