Beholden to the king they walked the endless miles, fear radiating in their souls. The hearts of cowards burning thin and without force as they fled the unending wrath of his destruction and will. Long had he slumbered and yet still his name lived on echoing forth into the ageless midnight. A small sliver of fear forever buried in the past of the darkness and light. Once they said he had been a great hero carrying the will of the gods themselves. Even the hand of darkness incarnate for he was all things and nothing. A ghost a story told around campfires to induce chills in the faint of heart. A epic told unto the ears of young men as they reached for their blades and an inevitable dance with death. Some legends though refuse to die and now on the wind like a rising storm once again his name was whispered. Now the spirits foretold the return of this ancient one in all his glory. His presence building on time and space as if it could not for a moment contain the unfathomable power which he did represent and so they fled. One and all creatures of magical decent by the thousands across Ayen fleeing their homes, their belongings. Seeking refuge from the coming storm. The legends told them. None would be left living in the wake of the wrath of the king of kings.
A chill wind would blow across the great planes, voices twisting upon its currents whispering in the ears of mortal and immortal alike. They spoke of his second coming of the will which would be unleashed, the vengeance which could not be denied. Their prattle nothing more than the disembodied ramblings of fearful spirits bringing warning to the world they had left behind. Amid this chaotic flock of spirits a deathly silence would take root as they finally fled high into the air circling in a storm as their ageless eyes beheld the world with pity and shock. The hand of death returned and the world knew not what was in store for it. Even those who fled stopped their eyes turning to the sky in shock and horror as the world seemed to tremble down to its very core, the fabric of space and time rippling in herald to his coming a beast like this they could not fathom.
Darkness, all consuming and without end the origin of the world. Long before there was light, there was only the dark. A nothingness that dominated all it is upon this foundation that the very world of man is built. The intrusion of light upon the origin shadows forcing their damnation on a world to which they never belonged. In this darkness he waited, the ageless warrior beyond time itself or mortal realization. Here he had slumbered untouched for age upon age. His body dormant but mind active as the world changed around him. Once the benevolent hand of justice, what he saw broke his heart. All of the hero's of legend, those whom had carried upon their shoulders time and time again, the fate of the land. They had all been forgotten, cast aside by those whom had once marveled at their greatness. One by one he had watched them all fade from his seclusion until only a scant few remained, clinging to life. His heart slowly broke,he realization of the futility of his existence setting in. He began to change evolve becoming something new entirely. No longer did darkness or light rule his soul. No there was no longer a sense of belonging or need to serve. There was only the world he had been denied. The memories of the man he had once been circling his subconscious mind taunting him pushing him forward.
The more they forgot the angrier he became. How could they forget those whom had laid their blood upon the soil for the world in which they lived? How could they forget those beings who stood so far above them as to eclipse the sun itself? No he could not have it, the world would pay it would change. He himself would have back every single thing his service to them had cost him and nothing would stand in his way. Forgotten never he could not be forgotten, he would not be forgotten.. Left behind the way She had done him.. no never again. That thought had puzzled him in his early days of solitude. Someone had forgotten him or had he forgotten her? Over and over that thought came to him and yet each time it would vanish like smoke through his fingers. That was what the world had taken from him, that memory and yet even now he could not recall it. There was a wall there and as his body slowly fell more and more of his power slumbering fading into the fabric of time and space it would weaken. That was why he remained waiting for that wall to fade away his own strength to ebb, it had been a dangerous game but finally it had returned to him. What the mortal coil had taken from him was as if the sun had been taken from the sky. Now he would return to the world and find it. With that resolve and his strength returned in the void eyes opened. Shinning blue eyes fierce with the sort of resolve which might shake the universe to its very foundations and with an amused laugh the ageless warrior would tare back existence itself. The void leaking into the physical realm as he took his first glorious steps onto the mortal plane.
With those steps the whispers would rise in a chorus the spirits wailing in horrified unison. Their proclamation found itself once again spoken to the realm of Ayenee as in times passed. One phrase echoed its dominance rebounding with incredible reverberation and effect. Behold the king the king of kings. Like thunder the words echoed rebounding rolling from corner to corner baring down on the land of Ayenee with force and as the souls of the weak trembled and the mighty began to fear fire split the sky. A ghostly demonic voice filling the air as flames poured out consuming the land its roar a thing of history and a prophecy of what would come again. The king left none living none able to tell.. The king took their heads and he sent them to hell.
The voice echoed boomed and and yet its words would never finish, it was almost as the power that was restrained behind it could be held no longer. Fire and darkness billowed out from within the void a ghostly figure walking through hell fire and brimstone and the spirits began to circle, an earthly wind taring up the ground. He would not be seen only felt as a black plague of death fell upon the world. The physical entity like pestilence taring up everything that lived, devouring it and growing until the very soil crawled with its existence. The collective in full consciousness breathing of the land living and most of all gathering strength. It would rise high on the wind a living tornado of death as it over took the world devouring flesh and bone whispering destruction. Foretelling only the end of days and as it split the clouds with its terrible funnel of destruction and from the fire in its core finally he would come. Five foot eight inches clad in full black armor, his stark white hair blowing wildly in the wind. Flesh seeming to crawl and breath. In one hand he carried the personification of fated justice, the fabled blade Akio. In the other a blade of pure darkness and destruction, the legendary blood blighter. Two sides of the same coin. polar opposites never to meet these blades rested in his hands brought to heel by his will alone their power his to command.
The king only smirked wicked intent stirring behind his eyes. The entity continued to grow its storm miles wide by now and then the other whispers joined its voice. The alter entity churning wrenching at the fabric of Astral existence as it began to swirl gathering particles of Astral energy until it too raged in image to its physical brother. The two planes beginning to tremble as if they were coming apart. The zero entity beginning to resonate from deep within the spatial construct of existence, drawing raw power from the threads themselves. Pulling them into the universal energy defying the construct of the universe. The energy of the zero entity formed a bridge between the two storms and through them the the planes which were never meant to touch. The storms raging drawing them closer and closer together until the universe itself seemed to rotate spinning in the nothingness of un-creation. The result was a weakness in the dimensional fabric of space and time. The barrier between moments beginning to break down the threads of passed and future overlapping in a massive tangled mess.
Belgorion would only laugh as he watched. The world begin to flicker around him shifting from one instance to another over and over again. Mountains stood before him one moment only to be leveled the next. The great castle of Ayenee dominated the skyline only to become rubble a moment later, it was as if time could not decide what moment in which it existed. This world sickened him a world of tolerance and temperance where even beings of his strength were expected to hide their power. A place where weaklings dictated the norm and through some foolish thought of grander designs his own kind simply backed away ceding the world to them. Oh if they wanted to see his temperance he would shove it down their throats and pull out their hearts. Power was earned and once earned it was a idiocy not to use it. Pure nothingness would pour out into the world now as existence began trembling apart. Melding with the rumbling storm of the entity and being devoured by its presence, causing it to grow at an alarming rate until it broke into the construct itself. Taring a hole in existence leaving it to spin on the storm faster and faster as history itself flashed by moments changing from one to another in the blink of an eye, faster than the mind could follow.
In the middle of it all Belgorion just stood staring at the destruction around him uncaring. This was what power could do bring the world to its knees and this pathetic place needed a reminder of that. They would all know their place soon enough he would assure it. The entity would begin to scream resonating on so many different energetic polarities as to charge the air its great storm splitting existence as its molecular and particle structure began to change. The energy of the planes themselves the very universe channeled through the collective as if it were a conduit and it found connection with the nothingness on the other side. A self sustaining storm of energy being born. Suspending what was Ayenee leaving it rotating sideways on its own energetic axis. The world would become one of no walls as time and space ran together in effect all instances becoming one. The past was the present as the two fought for space time conformity and only the future remained untold resting in the Guardians hands.
Beasts and powers from so many ages began to clash all around. They reacted in confusion seeking superiority in the chaos. Great titans from deep within the worlds crust long ago sealed by creation stood up facing down the world and as they did one would gesture at the king. His earthen hands seeming to beg for battle and Belgorion obliged mockingly. Taking one step forward before leaping through the diminishing fire. Akio spun in his hand as he ducked beneath the massive arm that sought to snare him. The green bladed sword splitting the beast in two pieces as gravity carried Belgorion downward in an upside down arc. His form turning to land on its feet as blood blighter came up in his other hand and he took a great leap dragging it through the falling carcass leaving it to fade into nothingness turning to ash. He had no time for these nothings, he had come for her and her alone. This destruction the lessons he would teach this day meant nothing if he did not face her in battle, if these memories did not become clear.
Long during his slumber he had observed watched as the once ruling Darkfire dynasty had fallen to ruin. Even then a singular being pushing onward striving to save their fading existence. There she had shown herself to him. Mingling with foolish commoners tangling with their egos and arrogance. Even in that form the memory had finally broken filling his mind and he had understood. He had not found her by accident he had followed something an object she possessed. His symbol his ankh his guardian cross, the symbol of his power. When a guardian became a man at age one hundred they were given a cross. The sign of their order and that cross unlocked their full potential it held another purpose. The artifact was given to the one who held the guardians heart and in their hands it would forge a strength for that guardian beyond anything. He had wandered why she possessed it sought the answer within himself and now he knew.
He had seen so many things in his slumber but one thing had been most valuable. He now knew where the home of his memory lay. A single step through tattered existence carried him leagues through void and time itself until he stood before a temple of origin none could possibly know. His hand falling to his side as he lay his fingers upon the earth. His hands upon the very thread and heartbeat of the land as he summoned a small bit of energy drawing the particles of this place into the stones beneath his fingers. Until the entire structure had fallen into the earth. The guardians fingers would reach deep into the soil pulling back with a black diamond curled in them. His eyes staring into its onyx surface with a hint of amusement as the very structure he had briefly beheld was reflected in the stone its particle structure absorbed and recorded in it. He placed it in side his armor, and tilted his head waiting. " Oh I always did admire good architecture .. perhaps I will make this place my out house?" He mused out loud almost as if he were speaking to a silent party. Even as he waited the world was falling apart, dragons raged against full space fleets in the skies around him. Beings which had never drawn breath in the same era collided in final and cataclysmic battle. This was the lesson of life, change was built on the spoils of war. The path greased with blood and the king of kings would return that balance to the world. This was the world in which he thrived and yet still the entity whispered blasphemy in his ears the stone deep in his armor had a heartbeat and the collective wanted to eat it. A one track mind that parasitic colony had feed and feed he had other plans fortunately.
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