My Tale |
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| << Back | By Morquor |
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I am a brethren of Chaos. The servant of the Dark Lords of the Abyss. Or once i was. I was an assassin, one of the many, but i was unique. I had something, what the others don\'t: feelings.I\'ve slaughtered my way through mission and mission, but then everything changed... I've met an Angel. A mighty servant of Light, one of my natural enemies. But i don\'t wanted to kill her... I felt something. Something new, something i felt never before. Now, i know it\'s name: Love, but i don\'t know it by that time. I followed her, through dimensions, from the darkness of the Burning Pits, to the eternal light of the Heavens, and watched. I\'ve learned how different they are, and how evil i was. I\'ve felt a new Fire burning inside me, everytime i saw Her. It was not the Fire of Destruction, but the Silver Flames of Love. But Her destiny was written, she\'s gone to battle my demonic brethren. The battle was fierce, the Material planes haven\'t seen anything like this... The Planes bent by magic, Time itself scattered from the Wrath of the Dark Lord and the Holy Ones. And She fell, by the hands of my old master, Izzar\'Nakraagh. The fire within me came alive, i\'ve attacked my Master and defeated him. I tried to save the Angel, but i couldn\'t. With my heart broken, my demonic instincts destroyed, i\'ve fled to a Primary Material Plane, seeking for a new life and a shelter from tha rage of my Blood. As i\'ve fled, i\'ve lost my body, my power, nearly my life, but not my love. The feeling guided me like a Star, to a strange place. I\'ve fell to a new Realm, to a strange building: the Paper Cabin. As i\'ve searched for a new meaning for my life, i\'ve explored this world: the great open plains of the No Man\'s Land, the peace and culture of Marind\'s Bell, and i\'ve been touched by the darkness of Necrovion. But a gentle light saved me from the Shades. Now i serve the one, who i feel worthy of my service, Savelfuser, Wizard of the Guerilla Golemicarum, my new Master. As my my power increased, i\'ve entered the mighty land of Loreroot. But it\'s not my world. My heart can\'t stand it\'s peace and silent air. Everytime i\'ve entered that lands, i\'ve met no one, and I\'ve turned inside, and remembered the old myself. But i am no more a Demon. No more... With the help of other entities, even from the Necrovion Sentinels, i am now trying to understand this world. The Balance of it, it\'s Cycle. The truth about these Angiens and the Shades. Seems like a new life is started for me, and i must try to do something. Maybe i should get a job... Nearly all of my Demonic Powers faded by this time, but i\'ve some talents. I\'ve started designing weapons and armors for the Lorerootian alliance, and tried myself as an artist. Now, as the festival starts, a new idea started to form in my head: I serve Lord Savelfuser. My old personality requires orders, or at least a hierarchy above me. Now I've got a new Master, but the World is changing, i can - everyone can - sense the smell of War coming... With a powerful Master, a Wizard, a God, we can withstand the war, can hold on forever. I've decided to serve, to serve as a Priest of Savelfuser. I'll found the Church of Savelfuser, make a religion, and with the faith of us, Savelfuser shall emerge as our new God! We could not only hold on, but we could we the War!! He's gone. Faded from reality, broken through the very fabric of the world, he's not here. Not here anymore. My world's fell, my protector is gone! Praised Be, Savelfuser! Thy humble servant needs thy aid! My God,call me! Answer! Answer!!! Answer... I fell on the ground. Raindrops tickling my eyes, as the skies darken and night's here. A long night is here. An eternal night? Roaming through the wilderness, blood covering my body, i'm a Demon again. No one can hear my roar, no one alive, no one who heard it... I'm a monster again. Crying out every night, waiting for the Master's voice. But just my roar echoes. Priestly robe, woven with gold and silk, now hangs ragged on my body. Sometimes, when not bathing in the blood of innocents, i see glimpses of a sapphire realm, where i sat beside my Master... Darkness. The stench of decaying flesh. Trees burnt down to ashes. I'm sitting before an ancient stone. My flaming wings ignite the stone as i sat beside it. The limb of my victims is crunchy and hot... Suddenly, the ancient amulet, a gift of my God flashes. My heart stops beating. Could it be? Can he be back? I threw away the meat, hang onto my medallion. "Master! You calling me back to servitude? Masteeer! A shaky, quiet voice answers. "No, my name is prince Rhaegar. I'm calling upon your powers, to help the Church, help our God Savelfuser once again!" I do not answer. My thoughts are racing. Could he be back? Can the Church still stand? I must go back, i must help them. And so here am I. |
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