The hero looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. I knew that I had to be careful, or he would attack me.
I took a deep breath, and I tried to explain. I told him that I was not the Dark God, but a college student who had somehow taken over his body. I told him that I had no memory of how I had gotten there, and that I was just trying to figure out what was going on.
The hero listened to my story, his expression unreadable. When I finished, he was silent for a moment.
And then, he spoke. I was not expecting what he said.
I am not who you think I am, he said. I am not the hero who defeated the Dark God.
I was taken aback. What do you mean? I asked.
The hero sighed. I am the Dark God's brother,