Beginning of The Demon's Rule
(I'm seeing if this thing will help me write this dang thing. This dang, epically, stupid thing lame ass story I made up. whoo-hoo. Sorry for the extreme lameness and clicheness of this story, but I'm a terrible writer, imaginer, and etc. I fail.)
Long ago, the God of the Underworld had three powerful beings in rule. They were the opposite of the winged Seraphs of the Goddess, yet performed justice similiar to the winged deities. They were called the Daemons, and led each tainted soul to their eternal destinies. The most wise was Ruthos. He judged the sins of each seperate soul, and decided each punishment. The most powerful was Serente. She dragged the souls of the sinners into the Underworld, and tormented anyone who tried to escape. The most cunning was Etheren. He was granted the power of taking the lives of the damned, and send them to the Underworld. The Judge, the Tormentor, and the Harvester. They were feared, yet, brought balance to the world. Few worshiped or honored them; those who did were often the ones condemned.
But Etheren was unsatisfied. He grew bored of his duty, and played games with the creatures of the ground. Wars and destruction, plots and tyrants, those were all his cause. But even those did not hold his attention for long; for soon, the Harvester wished to bow the world to his will.
With a plan so cunningly laid that even his father, the God of the Underworld, did not learn of until much later, Etheren created a separate dimnesion with the help of the God. He then walked among the mortals and the immortals, reaping souls for his ever-growing army of death. It wasn't all at once; no, it was a child there, an elf here, and a wolf there. He bribed beings with the falsehoods of power, and tricked them into forming a pact that his souls could possess. The possessed creatures became "Demons", monsters with unholy power. And with some of the most strongest, most tainted souls, he created the Bacilicus, six demonic beings, each with strength that were just under Etheren himself. It wasn't until much later that the Council became suspicious. By then, it was too late.
Etheren advanced against the world first. He murdered and burned, killed and slaughtered, until the beings of the world cried for mercy and begged him for 'forgiveness'. The Council could do little to help the world, for Etheren's army was stronger, and the Gods' and Goddesses' strength came from the world's worships and pledges. Even the Creator, the Lady, grew slightly weaker, for many were afraid to pledge to the Goddess, lest Etheren's rage would fall on them.
The Lady decided to enlist the help of mortals, against the other Council's wishes. She found a young lad pushing back the forces of Etheren against his village. Fascinated by his steady hope and loyalty to the Council, she bestowed a great weapon upon the boy, the Aureus Telem, a powerful holy weapon forged of the light of the Goddess herself. It could only be wielded by a courageous, compassionate, loyal, and pure heart. But, the weapon has a reflection. Its power grows as its holder nears death. For the more you use it, your life gets stripped away to fuel the weapon.
The young lad journeyed thought the ravaged world, fighting off groups of demons and undead, who were cursed by Bascilicus to add to their numbers. Others joined him; men, elves, werewolves, and even dragons. The Bascilicus were defeated, and they disappeared from the might. Finally, the boy, now a young man, reached the gates of the heavens.
Etheren had been too busy fighting the Council to notice his army crumbling. But when his generals fell and disappeared, the Harvester felt the losses and flew into a rage, and attacked with even fiercer power. By the time the group reached the battle, all but the Goddess had fallen. But even she, the Creator, was barely standing.
The Harvester flew at the lad, cursing and screaming with rage, and was met with the blade of the Aureus Telem. With a bright burst of light, the hero pierced the Daemon's chest, and fell backwards into the arms of his comerade, just barely alive. The weapon had drained his lifeforce in order to defeat such dark power, but the deed was done. Etheren staggered backward, screeching as the cleansing light of the Aureus Telem spread though him.
"You! YOU!" The enraged Daemon charged at the lad, but was stopped by the Goddess. While the Harvester was distracted, the Creator had trapped Etheren in a prison of light, sealing him away. But even weakened, Etheren was still powerful, and it took the Goddess's remaining energy to seal the dark foe away. With that, the Creator passed, and her spirit spread out into the world, reviving the lands and awakening the remaining Council. But she could not save the boy.
He was gone.
For his bravery and loyalty, the Council blessed his family with pureness and a small fragment of the Goddess's power. They became clerics, holy magic users that could heal the hurt and banish evil, or was blessed with mythical powers. And in the memory of the Goddess, they placed the Aureus Telem in a hidden temple somewhere in the world, where her spirit could rest.
Peace was restored.
But Etheren, even in his sealed state, still plotted to someday dominate the world and heavens.
And so our story begins here.
