Ethereal Vortex:
Evil has existed all over the land in one form or another. How did
it all being one asks? Some say evil has always existed as has good. Other just
say someone became tired of the ways of good and became evil. Some even say
that the evil are just misguided, and that they can be turned back into good
people. The truth was that evil just spawned and had existed before good; good
was formed from evil by the gods to offset evil. All evil has its roots; this
evil person starts his roots in “the ocean of blood”. The field that remains
red, and now that person’s tale unfolds for your own ears.
A
joyous event for a family. A mother had just given birth to their first son.
While he ran playing without a care in the world his parents stood watching
with troubled minds behind joyous smiles. The question was how were they going
to support him? They were a poor family with nobody left to turn to and had
been exiled from their former land. What could they do?
Time
passed as it usually did. Then a most unfortunate day came. The family was
passing through the “ocean of blood” with their son at their side. That’s when
it happened, half way through the field opened up and a demon walked forth from
the spewing from the ground. The family tried to run but with a wave of his
hand the demon rooted them in place. The demon struck such a fearful sight,
though not standing very tall the crown and sword of he held were enough to
scare any person. His eyes glowed an eerie red as he spoke, “Give up the
child.” The parents cried out and begged and pleaded to no avail. “Silence!”
With a wave of his hand the parents had been slain and all that was left was
the whimpering child.
The
kid is now under the control of the demon. Over the years his mind had been
slowly corrupted, and his soul turned evil. He had been re-named Diel, and had
also been breed as the successor to the demon king. Rumors of rebellion had
been murmured at the thought of the king being replaced by a human, a simple
mortal, and the fact that he was not even at least half demon. The rumors were
silenced when the kid now a man exercised his swordsmanship.
One
last preparation was required for Diel to become king once his false father
stepped down. This final thing branded him as true ruler of all demons. It was
night and Diel stood in front of a pit of fire facing the other demons. With a
face of utter calm he began chanting in what is known as the “tongue of the
ancient”, which was lost to humans. The fire began to stir then surged upward
into the air. Behind Diel a shadow with horns began to rise and hover above
him. Without warning the shadow plunged into Diel and into his soul knocking
him off balance and into the pit of fire.
Silence
was heavy in the air when the fire suddenly erupted upward killing a few other
demons. When the fire dropped back down Diel was seen floating above the pit,
his face and arms covered in demon markings and with a pair of wings on his
back. His place as ruler of all demons was solidified.
Now you have the basics on how the half demon Diel came into being.
His rule of the underworld was one of complete power and tyranny. Anyone who
dared oppose him was slain at the blade of his sword simply known as Soul Edge.
Even his advisors dared not to question him or do their job and give him
advice.
Mortals on the top of the world had
begun to ponder what was going on. Demon raids had ceased and seemingly
completely stopped. Unbeknownst to them the demons were gathering, training, preparing,
and conserving themselves for what they called an apocalypse. It had been
brewing for quite some time. The demons believed that since evil had existed
first, and had evidently not been dwelling in the lower bowels of the world
that they were entitled to live on top. One problem was there though; since
humans would hate them they would have to simply destroy the humans. Simple
enough, right? Then why were they so easily repelled on raids? Diel believed it
was simply leadership problems. His first act after becoming demon lord was to
slay the one he succeeded. He did just that and locking his soul in his blade
with the other countless souls of those he had slain.
The
time had come for them to take over. It was the New Year and humans should have
drunk themselves to sleep. It would be easy, they’d take out a kingdom and use
it as their base and slowly expand. It was simple yet seemingly flawlessly
designed in all of its aspects.
Midnight
tolled and the same hole in the “ocean of blood” that had taken Diel down was
used to bring him back up onto the surface. He hovered above the rest of the
demons, his dark, arcane magic glowing from him. It was an appearance that
could strike feat into and freeze the bravest of hearts. The half demon that
appeared as a wraith slowly floated ahead of the army toward the kingdom they
had picked as their base of operation.
Unbeknownst
to the demons they had made a fatal flaw. They had not scouted out the kingdom
they planned on taking over. The kingdom was not much. It was really a very
gigantic castle that was surrounded by even bigger walls. It was well armed
with over ten score fighters and one of the most revered champions throughout
the lands. Tonight they had about fifty guards patrolling the wall tops.
Before
the demons knew it, they were set upon by a volley of arrows that slew ten of
their forces. A small chuckle escaped the lips of Diel as he erected a barrier
of magic for cover as the demons charged the walls. Because of the contact of
stone and the barrier the walls immediately buckled as the horde filed through
the ruins doing battle with the humans.
Now
for a chance to test my skill. The best of the demons, and the best of the
humans. The thought echoed around the mind of Diel. With ten of his best
demons behind him he charged forward into the castle. The biggest dent in the
human number came from those eleven warriors. Diel’s sword lashed out here and
there, easily slashing through armor and flesh. Whether the slash was deep or
shallow the human fell instantly, their souls absorbed into the sword’s blade.
Diel
stood with a confident smirk upon his face when he finally reached the throne
room and his ultimate challenge: Fatelin, champion of the humans. Within a
flash Fatelin had leveled the ten followers of Diel. It began with a loud clash
and shower of sparks. Spinning in and out they lashed at each other with a
honed expertise. Each thrust and parry was perfectly performed by each warrior.
Only visible to their eyes auras along with blades clashed against each other.
Though the demons had defeated the human’s outside it could not be counted a victory if their leader failed in his battle to the death. Everything rode on the shoulders of the fight. Fatelin and Diel locked blades and began a shoving match. Fatelin was loosing ground and being forced back against the wall. The blade of Diel was just a few inches from his face when Fatelin let loose a mighty roar. With the surge of energy he knocked a startled Diel backwards. The shoving match continued with both men-using burst of energy to gain ground on each other.
With a twist of his wrist Diel disarmed
Fatelin, though the human champion wasn’t to be beaten so easily. Like a flash
of lightning Fatelin moved in and out dodging the slashes of the blade
delivering stinging blows to the face of Diel with his gauntlet covered hands.
Though his face was a bloody mess Diel
was far from beaten despite his blade missing its target. He had an ace up his
sleeve and with a concentration of his magic he silently moved while leaving an
after image of where he had stood. Fatelin struck out at it only to stumble
forward and down to the ground as the Soul Edge struck through his armor and
absorbed his soul. All that was left was a withered body clad in battle armor.