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...After long and crule years, somewhere at the dawn of the twentysecund century at last the Greatest War of all times has began, which was named The World War Three by the surivers. The people from the biggest citys has died out one after another as the limitless destruction continued. Human kind doomed himself with his believed briliant technology, billions of innocent people was slautherd, but its never stoped the war. But the two sides couldn't defeat one another and as they hate for each other has grow so strong after so many loss that peace was immpossible.
As the war continued, more and more life ended reasonlessly and the Planet's suffering didn't stoped, suddenly from the mist of legends and fairytales know mysterious creatures appiered. Some of the joined forces with the humans others just wanted to save Earth and make peace at last. Unfortunatly, it was not enouth to stop the war, more worst the fire of war shinde even stronger. The mortals who lost all of they hope started to pray to they godes or to their demons to aid them and their prayers had been listend.
The ground started to shake and from its flaming filthy depth the merciless Legions of Hell emerged, in quick response the purerly gates of the Empire of Heaven has opened and the holy shining Armies of the Angels joined the fight against their infernal brethren. And so the apocalypse of the religions has started.
But at this time, there was a stunning event in the Infernal Empire of Hell that shaked the trust of Lucifer in his minions. A nameless demon led by an unexplainable reason rised up agains his master, their fight was epic and its shaked the entire Empire, but in the end the demon was defeated, realy few known about the truth behind the story. The demons dids were miserable, but his punishement was worst then death, it was so dreadful, that they forbidden to even speak about it. The traitor was cast out from Hell into a buttomless cave, his legs and arms were chained and the bindings were cursed with four powerful magic word: eternal solitude, eternal hatred, eternal sorrow and immortalety. He tried to break free from his damned agony, but it was hopeless, the time past over his unlife and in time he accept his endless pain. As the centuryes passed, the outer world slowly strained and it become a disgusting mongrel to its formal beautiful self. Since the guardians of Hell just as the guardians of Heaven was busy with destroing each other, no one left to lead the restless souls to their final peace or their final punisement. The thousans of the slayned ghosts trapped and wandered purposelessly in the material realm. So the Earth Mother herself opened a gateway to the spiritual realm for these souls to find peace at last. This portal was opened where the outcast demon was spending his eternal punishement. Then the Earth Mother speaked to the demon, easeing his loneliness. After that the demon was granted with a titel, then he was known as the Guardien of Death, he was given a new clothing and a new weapon. In time he learned how to speak with the souls and see the spirilual realm. Nevertheless the Earth Mother allowed the demon to leave whenever he please (and ofcourse whenever he will be able to break free from his prison. Wherever he will walk he can find and releales the lost souls. And so finaly we slowly we arrived to the begining of our story...
The Demon was just sitting inside the shadows of the cave, there was comlete silenc, only his chains made some sound time to time. In time the cave was changed, from the wall where the portal to the spirit world was a huge skull emerged and from its throat pale blue light glimmered. This was the new gate, from there till the other end of the chamber slime white riblike pillars were standing parallel to each other, their were rising till the very top of the cave. The whole chamber was like a crypt, or a sanctuary to honor death and it seemed like the Demon, who was sitting in front of the Skullgate, would be the Archbisop of the whole temple. He was wearing a shiny black robe, with silver wavy decoration. On his foot he was weaing a bit worned but still elegant and undamaged black boots. On his shoulders he was wearing spiky skulls as armour, from his right shoulder a long black cloak was hanging to the bottom of the cave. The Demon's face after so many years of suffering was almost the same as before, it was noble, his forehead was high, his nose was a bit curved, his eyes were deep and darkblue coloured, and even so he was a male his lips was strangely as soft as a marshmallow. His hair whith was once darker then the night itself, the years spent in heavy lonelyness and pain colored it as white as the freash snow, just like his skin turned to pale and he was like an undead, on the other hand his lips turned into black as the coal. Next to his right hand lied the weapon that the Earth Mother gave to him, a bloody scythe whith is always hungers for souls.
He was sitting like this, locked away from everithing and with closed eyes and his sleep was dreamless, every secund felt like an eternity. One day unexpekdily something happend, like thunder in the night visions begined to torture his mind, which was use to the calmness and silence. Picturs appeiered in front of his eyes, causing so much pain that his chained body trembled and shaked. Pictures from the future, or maybe from the past, but its not certain, but perhaps his saw the present, it was so long since he saw a vision like this, that at that point of view, he coulden't tell the difference. Screams calling for help, a tormented woman's face, whith is begging for mercy, unexplainable strange fear, the vision just continued, a little bell's sound echoed through his mind, but it was so real that maybe it was from the material world, it was followed by a dreadful crack. Sudden sharpe pain bite into his right arm, then a disgusting slimy liquid started to run through it, and the awfuly loud sound of the driping water joined the torment. New pictures started to turn warps in his mind. A ruined city, the sound of a sad, hopeless crowd war-cry, a roar of a wolf, that strick ice coldly into the hearts of the wanderers on fullmooned night. Then it was silece. Freezing bloody tears run through his suffering face, caused by the fearful nightmare, his boby was trembled and his eyes under his lid was flicker like it want to jump out from his eyeholes. Then a clear beautiful song of a woman broke the silenc, it was graceful, but sad at the same time, the Demon's storming soul slowly calmed down. Suddanly a deadly scream whith was sharpend by suffering and agony interrupted the soulcalming song. He stood up quickly, his heart almost stoped by the frightness, his eyelid opend and his long unused pupil unreasonably jinged by the sudden light and the blinding darkness. His chains shattered into pieces but his cursed bonds remained. Long and heavy minutes has past, but the terrible pictures of pain, suffering, angony and the dreadful sound didn't left his mind. The nightmare didn't released him, his mind showed him everything over and over again, the pictors, the song and the scream, then slowly his soulstorm stared to calm down at last. The horror's fangs calmly and slowly runed through his shoulders, all over his back, down on his legs, then finaly it disappeared in the ground... (to be continued)
((OFF: Sorry for the lots of mistakes sweatdrop OFF/))
 Volfram · Sun Jan 24, 2010 @ 01:37am · 0 Comments |
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