Post by sharingenScar101 on Aug 9, 2007 22:47:15 GMT -5
The World was born from darkness.
Unending darkness, a crucible of chaos. But even to that primordial existence there came a light and the universe was eventually split in two.
The darkness became the realm of demons, and the light became the domain of mortals. These two worlds existed together for what seemed like an eternity.
But one day, the Lord of the Dark said: "These two realms were once united, so why not rule them as one?" From that era forward, the dark fought to control the light, and the light struggled to defy the dark.
But nature of man is weak and fragile. There was no way they could have hoped to oppose the demonic powers of those from the world of shadows. Light was overwhelmed by the impenetrable darkness, and humanity prepared to meet its end.
And then he appeared…
it was?.
He was a being from the demon world, yet the possessor of a proud spirit. ?, having no loyalty to his kind, took up his weapons on behalf of the world of light, wielding his sword for the sake of humanity and the sake of the weak. That sword destroyed even the demon king, and without its king, the darkness lost its power.
? feared the return of the darkness and sealed up that world along with his own dark and despicable powers and the wicked humans who had sided with the shadows.
The grateful survivors looked up to him as the hero who saved them all, and they came to call him the legendary ?. He quietly reigned over the human world and continued to preserve harmony until he eventually disappeared.
But the human spirit is weak, their memories as fleeting as morning mist. The hero who purchased their freedom with his own blood at the cost of his own power became but a legend, and, over time, the legend became nothing but a fairytale.
And two thousand years would pass.
Humans once again populate their world, the memories of demons thrust from their minds, going about their daily lives, blissfully unaware of the creeping shadows groping at their heels…
Stories began to circulate of demonic creatures attacking, appearing out of thin air. Stories of evil beings haunting their dreams, stories of monsters and devils; the stuff of nightmares. People began to realise that they could do amazing things, unknowing that the reopening of the Gate was giving them powers beyond their wildest dreams. They were being prepared, unwittingly for the return of the darkness…
Unending darkness, a crucible of chaos. But even to that primordial existence there came a light and the universe was eventually split in two.
The darkness became the realm of demons, and the light became the domain of mortals. These two worlds existed together for what seemed like an eternity.
But one day, the Lord of the Dark said: "These two realms were once united, so why not rule them as one?" From that era forward, the dark fought to control the light, and the light struggled to defy the dark.
But nature of man is weak and fragile. There was no way they could have hoped to oppose the demonic powers of those from the world of shadows. Light was overwhelmed by the impenetrable darkness, and humanity prepared to meet its end.
And then he appeared…
it was?.
He was a being from the demon world, yet the possessor of a proud spirit. ?, having no loyalty to his kind, took up his weapons on behalf of the world of light, wielding his sword for the sake of humanity and the sake of the weak. That sword destroyed even the demon king, and without its king, the darkness lost its power.
? feared the return of the darkness and sealed up that world along with his own dark and despicable powers and the wicked humans who had sided with the shadows.
The grateful survivors looked up to him as the hero who saved them all, and they came to call him the legendary ?. He quietly reigned over the human world and continued to preserve harmony until he eventually disappeared.
But the human spirit is weak, their memories as fleeting as morning mist. The hero who purchased their freedom with his own blood at the cost of his own power became but a legend, and, over time, the legend became nothing but a fairytale.
And two thousand years would pass.
Humans once again populate their world, the memories of demons thrust from their minds, going about their daily lives, blissfully unaware of the creeping shadows groping at their heels…
Stories began to circulate of demonic creatures attacking, appearing out of thin air. Stories of evil beings haunting their dreams, stories of monsters and devils; the stuff of nightmares. People began to realise that they could do amazing things, unknowing that the reopening of the Gate was giving them powers beyond their wildest dreams. They were being prepared, unwittingly for the return of the darkness…