Prolouge: Family and Friends
The young man, Balengoth, grew quick and his power with his growth. He was proud of his strength, but not erogant. He cherished his family and friends more than any honor or treasure. A kind man, a man worthy of king. The king himself would joke that Balengoth could take over his kingdom if he were to become the greatest of the elites. It is said: "A kind man who cherishes life over glory, that man is truely worth of King."
His blade, Greater Life, was said to be forged by a metal that would not cut, nor stab, nor slash. But would destroy the wickedness of a man's heart. That was of course not true, but his kind nature made many people it to be true. Many men cut by Balengoth's blade, were nursed back to health after wars and choose to serve with Balengoth's kingdom.
Over his five years as an elite, he had faced and defeated man after man and demon after demon, both of which working together to take hold of Balengoth's kingdom. It was decided, that the top of the elites would lead an army into the nest of the Demonic kingdom in which their enemies came from. Balengoth's long time friend, Vegalik, would lead the attack while Balengoth and three other elites stayed behind with only a handful of soldiers to make sure their town would be safe. Balengoth argued to lead the assault, but his request was denied as the king himself said "Who better to protect our people, than he who cares most for them? And who would be more distracted in a battle away from his people, than he would gladly give his life for them?"
Rivals since childhood, Vegalik and Balengoth have battled each another from the break of dawn to the fall of night. Theor strength grew together as they pitted it fully against one another in each and every battle. Over the course of the last two years, it had seemed that Vegalik had become slightly more powerful than Balengoth. Through all their years of battle, niether had won more than two or three battles in a row. But over the last two years, Vegalik had begun to win more than he lost. And within the last year, he was almost undefeated by Balengoth. Niether was angry nor sad of this events, instead it just encouraged them to get even stronger. Balengoth to catch up to Vegalik. And Vegalik to make sure Balengoth Doesn't catch up and to keep giving him such a tough challenge.
Vegalik had set out to end their troubles. In the crusade he lead against the Demonic Kingdom, he had emerged victorious. But such was to be expected of the Greatest Elite. Hundreds upon hundreds of Demon Soldiers and Humans who served them fell. Until Vegalik finally came face to face with their master. He wielded two swords, and floated above the ground. He had no legs, and an anchor-like blade for a lower body. The demon's spine could be seen attached to the blade, but it wasn't quite a spine. It looked more like a chain than a spine, but it was clearly bone. And this demon Clearly had to be slain.
The battle was intense, though the Demon Soldiers were weak, their King was not. Clash after clash of the Demon King's and Vegalik's blades was heard echoing throughout the fallen kingdom. Vegalik's soldiers had finished their battle, and they were now waiting on him. Finally after minutes of battle, Vegalik manged to slash through the Demon King's body.
However, something was wrong, the demon's face shifted into a human face. Vegalik was disgusted at this demon's last attempt to annoy him and struck his blade into the new Human face. Vegalik's blade was swift, but not fast enough to stop what the face wanted to say. A Single line, that seemed meaningless. "Your turn..."
That night, Vegalik began to feel his feelings become unstable. He felt the constant urge to kill everyone in his camp. He didn't understand it, he must have been experiencing a bloodlust after such an intense battle or so he thought. However, he was awaken by such great and terrible flesh-ripping pain. And it was just that, flesh began to melt off and turn into air. He began to float in the air, his legs exploded, leaving not even bone left. His lower torse followed with it's own explosion, but something was left behind, a blade attached to his spine like a pendant. The pain was so horrifically intense, but he could not scream. His voice was not weak, it was gone. It was replaced soon by a horrible and ear spliting voice. His screams could be heard, but it sounded like a dragon's cry of death. Next, the flesh would explode off his skull, but leave his eyes remaining. His body began to become one with his madness, all the while mutating it. His skull began to mutate as a horn grew out both sides of his head just above his ears. His Eyes, began to burn and then burst into flames. The pain was utter madness, but he could still see. His eyes were replaced by fire, but he could see his own men gathering around his flame-engulfed tent. One soldier said "I'm sorry...Commander." as he drew his sword. He realised he had become a demon like the one he had just slain. But then a new sensation ran over him, not pain, not fear of death, utter power. His body began to shake and quiver, as power surged through and all around him. He had not only gain the demon's power by killing him he realised, he had gained far more power and a far worse form. He had gained his final form, but something was missing. His sword began to float infront of him, the scabbard exploded and the blade began to morph very quickly. It then split into two blades of identical demon shape and size. Both blades flew instantly into Vegalik's hands. Suddenly all feelings towards his former kingdom and soldiers were lost, they mattered not in the least to him anymore.
He drew both blades to his chest, then slashed out at the air. His power errupted and created a huge shockwave, slicing all the soldiers who had lined up to kill him in a single slash. Twenty brave men, gone without any effort. He hovered over the ground and left his now utterly destroyed tent. And screamed out in his new dark and powerful voice "All of you will Serve me or Die! Make your Choice!"
There were to be many who fought against Vegalik that died. Out of the hundreds of soldiers and twenty elites there, only thirty Soldiers would return to their kingdom. However, they return under Vegalik's command, and his command: Destroy the Kingdom.
Balengoth was shocked to hear the name of the leader of these new intruders screamed out by his men. Their screams were of anger, but that feeling would soon be replaced with death. Balengoth held off almost half of the soldiers while all but three of his allies went after the demon calling himself Vegalik. Moments later, Vegalik's soldiers retreated without hesitation. They didn't fully run though, they merely got out of range of Balengoth and the five other men there. They assumed the demon had been killed, Balengoth wondered what was going on. Surely it could not be his friend, there must be a mistake. But soon one of his fellow elites came back missing an arm and covered in blood and gashes. But he made sure to deliver the message he intended; "Balengoth...your...your fam..ily..."
Such a message sent Balengoth dashing toward his home. The soldier had died before he could finish the message, but it was made very clear. Something had happened to his family, but he wouldn't dare believe it was of the worst outcomes.
Balengoth found his house, and bodies after bodies of his fellow men. Only one was partially alive. He told Balengoth he was Sorry that he couldn't stop him. Balengoth placed the soldier against the side of a house and said "It's alright. I'll finish this from here."
Balengoth looked up at the house infront of him, it was indeed his family's house. That is, if you ignored the intense flames on, in, and around it. It, along with several houses around it, had been lit like candles. The demon known as Vegalik began to float out of his home, something was in one of his hands...His sister's head...
"I was looking for you...FRIEND..." spoke the demon Vegalik. Balengoth closed his eyes, drew his sword, and finally accepted what had happened, and what needed to happen. He leaped forward and slashed down at Vegalik with all his strength, but to no avail. Vegalik had moved within a moment and dodged the attack, before releasing his sister's head. Vegalik made both his blades appear in his hands, and slashed several thousand times at Balengoth.
It was over...Balengoth's family...friends...kingdom...and even his life were taken away from him. Although, one thing proved to be wrong, he annoys the god of death and brings himself back to life with pure will. His body is badly slashed, but he is alive for the most part. He looks at his destroyed, burning, and body filled town. He then looks at the blade he had once used to protect this town...it had broken just from blocking a single one of Vegalik's attacks. He had lost everything...And now he set out to gain something...The only thing that could matter to him...Revenge...