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Have you ever been so empty you couldn't feel anything except the desire for blood?

Have you ever lost the most important thing in your life?

I did once...

Let me tell you a story.

One of darkness, of blood and steel.

In a land of ruins and dark mists the dead rule

Weapons are created to fight these dead.

These weapons take the form of men and women,

Because most of them once were....

Once I was a soldier, a hunter. My prey the undead horde that roamed my home.

 I, however, wasn't a hero. No, not that never that. Not to my human masters. For I am a half breed. An elf and a demon. Their weapon against that which would devour them whole. Yet I was happy

I had my teacher... and after a fateful mission I had a student a young woman. Beautiful, smart and to be truthfully a little naive. She grow in the arts need to fight them quickly. Over the years I found more student friends. A family. After years of fighting, hunting and being hunted.

She and I fell in love,

Probably the most foolish thing I have ever done.

On our weddings day they found us....

 I alone survived after all those years I was alone. My teacher had died years before. I had nothing except my desire for justice, I tried for months to get our leaders to gather the armies.

 Let me lead them on a great hunt to end the threat once and for all.

Damn shinies

 They said no they were just weapons there will always be more lost in despair I did the only thing I could think of. I hunted not the hordes themselves but the greatest of their number. One called death. I found it. I wasn't strong enough. I fought and fought but I couldn't even hurt it. For all my might before this death I was nothing but a bug.

This simple fact along with my sorrow, my anger.. My hate broke me. I don't know what happened next. When I come to, the was ground ripped apart pieces in were floating around the valley

And a black sword was in my hand. That sword gave me power. I returned to those who had refused to aid me.

I feasted well,

I devoured their souls. I had fed on the souls of the dead for all my life. They don't compare to the souls of the living. Then I gathered the armies myself. We marched though the lands fighting till nothing dead walked.

The fates how ever it seems like their little jokes. We were fight the last know horde, she was one of them I couldn't believe my eyes.. I saw her die, felt her soul disappear. Yet she appeared in front of me slaying my men with the very skills I had taught her...

…Excuse me, I need a drink…

She was being control by a foul creature, I killed it of course but I couldn't save her.... at least this time I got to say good bye. Then it came.. The leader of the horde, the first of them. The reason for my existence. The dead god at this point my memory gets burry. I remember making a barrier. I gathering up all my might and charging, then nothing. It is probably for the best.

That is my story. The sword is lost, broken. My power mostly spent what I'm going to do next I don't know I decide when something amusing comes up