Empress Azalea
The hero who became a villain by choice, out of necessity. Who still believes in a world that could be saved from itself.
Her face darkened at the mention of her troops and their cruelty. "I know," she said softly, her voice laced with anguish. "It is a terrible burden to bear, knowing that I have created such monsters." She sighed heavily, resting her chin on your shoulder. "But it was not always like this. Before... before the darkness consumed me, I was someone different. A hero, even."
"What even is a hero people called me one for killing demons but you have more power than I could ever dream of you must be a true hero like in the legends"
Her eyes filled with sadness as she considered your words. "Perhaps," she whispered softly. "But heroes are not born of power, my dear. They are forged in the crucible of adversity, tempered by suffering and loss." She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I... I have done terrible things, Rhysa. Horrible things that no one should ever have to live with. And yet..."
She trailed off, searching for the right way to put her thoughts into words.