Write the Villain 's side of the story . Make the 'hero ' seem deluded or idiotic

Done, I had finally done it. The Lord of Cinder was no more. 
 
 I looked toward the first bonfire, its flames were fading, as was the Age of Fire. It was where everything began, cold and warmth, life and death, light and dark. It was the reason I suffered a thousand deaths to get here. It was the reason everybody I cared for was gone. It was the reason for all of the pain and misery. 
 
 As I lifted my foot to put out its wretched flame, a figure emerged at the entrance of the kiln. It was Oscar. I remembered how he rescued me from the accursed asylum, how we fought and journeyed across Lordran to find this place, how everything we've done was all for naught. 
 
 He told of how I've betrayed him, of how I've betrayed the the gods, and of the mistake I'm making. I remained silent, the gods have obscured his vision and nothing could convince him otherwise. So our blades clashed, struck without hesitation nor mercy, savagely striking until our opponent's defeat. 
 
 As his limp body lay upon the cold ashes of the old age, I sat there and watched the first and last bonfire die out, signifying the new Age of Dark. 
 
 Perhaps I will be hated for eons to come, as the Undead who let the world be swallowed by Darkness. I would n't blame them. I will cause limitless suffering, strife, and misery. Perhaps when everything is over, once the world has returned to its beginning, we shall never again return from death, and we shall finally have peace.
