A red Light enveloped the sky,the Eye of God stared down at the World,With Red scelera, yellow pupils and a pitch black iris,The Bleeding Eye seemed more like that of a devil than a celestial being,Yet the feeling of Sanctity was prevelent,unmistakable.
The Sky was mostly devoid of stars, instead, countless different eyes, similar to the Eye of God but smaller,were grouped into 6 different "constellations".
The Upside down Preacher, holding a sacred book.
The Spiral, Rotating endlessly Ever since The Dawn of Fate.
The Lycan Raging God,It's Spear pointed at the Sun.
The Crown, Waiting for it's Master.
The Shield of God,Broken Amidst the Black Stars.
The Mask of Prophecy, Hidden beneath Paradise.
Parallel to the Eye of God,The Sun was hidden by the black moon,The First Solar eclipse in a God's Breath worth of time,Yet despite the Lack of Sunlight,The World was filled with Light,Painted in shades of Red and White,A row Of skeletons Stretched from the edge of the Red World to the Center,All of them in the exact same sitting pose, with their heads downwards, almost tucked into their legs and leaning into their arms, which in turn were placed on top of their Knees.
The Humanoid Skeletons differed in size,each being bigger than the previous one,the last one so Titanic it almost reached the Eye of God.
Corpses littered The Battlefield,
Their numbers only to be surpassed by that of the blades they carried before their demise.
A sea of blood Resulted in the Visage of Floating bodies,
Crushed bones surrounded the left side of the sea,So throughoutly crushed were they,That a Beach of white sand might be the first thing to come to mind upon laying eyes on the Harrowing Ground.
Certain patterns of Ashen Color formed the shape of a gigantic collection of Fangs,As if something had dug into the Ground with burning Hot Fangs. Surrounding the Ashen patterns in a circular shape was a conjunction of trees.
These trees were Very tall and had beautiful pink leaves,The Tree trunks were a common brown color,yet were anything but common,For in the middle of each tree trunk,was the shape of a Humanoid face.
Right in the Middle of the Ash Patterns,A Colossal Tree with Red Leaves and a white trunk stood Tall and firm,
Hanging from the tree branches of the Trees with pink leaves were numerous skinned Humanoid corpses,each held by chains.
Opposite of the Row of Skeletons lay a massive human skin,still taking the shape of The Giant when it still was alive,it was as if something had slurped up the inside of The Giant and left only the unappetizing skin.
Countless holes were found here and there, Serving as entrances to the inside of The Desecrated God.
Northwest of the White Beach,Was a land of pure white Snow,The Sky above so Clear one would think it came out of a Fairy Tale,The only thing betraying that feeling being the Wrath of the Blood Red Sun.
Blood Red Roses Permeated The Ground, Puddles of blood appeared occasionally near them.
At the Middle of This land of Winter,A massive Black Kanji Painted The World in Black,Death Being all it Could Offer.
Rows of Trees with Blood Scarlet leaves and obsidian trunks formed the shape of a spiral around the Black Death Bringer.
Southwest of the Land of Snow, Starting High up in the Broken Glass Sky and ending At the Blood Red Snow at the Edge of the Blood Snow Demesne,A bridge of Grey mist had once Served as passageway To a large Group of people,Now Frozen In Time As Stone Statues.
Below The Mist Bridge,A dark blue ocean Filled With Stars Made The World Tremble Every Time It Rumbled.
At The Very opposite End of The Glass Sky,Fiery Meteors fell down and rose up, Passing through Clouds of Rainbow and bringing Their Heat To The roads Made of frozen winds.
Above The Sky of Broken Glass, A Gigantic stone Tower pierced Through The Heart of a long Dead Blue Giant, It's Color A dull grey, bloodstains could be seen all throughout it and a long red curtain went down to the lower part of The Tower,At The very top,several hands formed a ringed Shape that seemed to serve as a crown of the Tower.
All Together,It Emmanated a truly Eerie Feeling.
The Tower Stood Just Above The Black Hole That Could be Found at the middle of The Glass Sky, It's width being very similar, Despite The shape being a lot more circular.
Besides The Giant and The Tower, nothing Else But Darkness Existed,The Void So Calm and yet Far From Being Peaceful.
At The Very Last Floor Of The Towering construct,The Figure of a man in white Stood Calmly Amidst A Thousand corpses,His face hidden by A bloodied white mask.
His Eyes looked empty and devoid of Sentience,Inside his mind however,a myriad of Different Thoughts Formed and disappeared constantly.
Today,was The Day of His Death,And in what Should be his last moments,The memories of The Past Returned For The Last Time.
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The Darkness of That Day still Haunts me,The Memories So vivid It is as if I had never seen light Again, Every Moment of My Existence Has Been Marked By It,Shaped by it.
The one who Came Before me no longer is,only existing in the memories of Those who Knew him,I am all that's left,Hollow, Inhuman.
I Was First Born in 695 P.T., Child To A Common Lady From The Hashles,And A Man From Far Away,I was Born like my Father,with a Special Soul Trait Known as HalfBringer,Those With The Soul Of Conquerors,Yet I never knew That for all of my first Life, It's awakening being partly responsible for my rebirth Years ago.
Before That, I was a Frail child and a even Frailer Youth.
Not only was my body Frail,but so was my soul, unlike practically every person in the known World,I did not have a Soul Chain, Therefore,I could not connect with my Higher Avatar.
As Consequence of this Defect,I couldn't participate in general society,I could Not Find a Proper job or be of any use to my community,As a child,This Fact Hadn't Cursed me as much,yet I Still remember being an outcast with very few Friends.
As a Teenager however,It Became the bane of my existence, Causing Me To be avoided by Almost Everyone I knew, Besides my Closest family members And The Last Three true Friends I Had.
And This wasn't The end of my misfortune,For I was also Born as an Unforgíven, Something That became known only after my 16th Birthday.
Cursed by The Heavens,That was The Word The Shaman of our Small Village Had Told my mother, causing her to break down in tears.
Afterwards,I was no longer just Avoided,but hated,I Suspect That if not for the respect For my father and Mother,I would have been stoned to death perhaps.
Maybe It was Due To The Fact that some people might Consider It a Curse To Even Kill An Unforgíven,Or It could be Both.
From That Day on, Until The last Day of My Life on The Hashles,I mostly lived miserably.
Just A Couple of weeks After The Reveal,All The Few Friends of mine were gone,I was alone... Almost,I still Had my mother and sister.
Amongst The Three last Companions,Was The First Person I Ioved.
Those who know me Today as The Demon in Heaven might find this unthinkable,but even I had once Desired For The love of someone, twice actually.
My first Love was a homely girl, Beautiful like The Morning Spring,She was lovely and kind, Willing To ignore That I was a cripple.
And even That I was Unforgíven,For a while that is, Eventually,The pressure from her Compatriots Had gotten to her, Those who believed that one would be Cursed if they harmed an Unforgíven Aimed for her instead,She didn't have the Heart to endure The Relentless assaults,So She eventually gave in.
My Second Love was The Opposite of The first,She was fierce and Strong,Wild and untamable, Beautiful like The winter that comes at nightfall,When I had met her,I was At one of the Darkest points of my life,She was like a ray of Light,Not a bright sunshine Like My first was,But A Burning sun, Outshining All Else there was,She Could not be Taken away By The Angry Mob,She never Cared for The opinions of her lessers,yet In a way,I myself was a lesser,She was destined to Rise into the Skies,while I would always Be stuck below The Ground.
And Just as it was fated,One Day She Disappeared,My short time in her presence like a Distant But vivid Dream.
After That,I never loved again,Love wasn't Something That existed in The Hearts of Demons.
Soon After Her Parting,The Defining moment of my life arrived,The March of Death.
During That Harrowing Event, Every Family Clan in The Central Kingdom of Aenymon Had to sacrifice one person from their Family in order for Their bloodline to be registered in the Trying Gate and allow Them to escape The Apocalypse,in The Aal Salyeen Clan which I Hailed from,The Last Decision Had Fallen To mother,She had to choose between me and my older sister,And She chose her,Not because she loved her more than I,But Simply because My sister wasn't crippled,which meant she could work,and Make Money, and In a not very wealthy region such as the Hashles,That was crucial,She could not afford to Worsen their financial situation.
An interesting thing,Love is.
Such a deep emotion,yet In the face of the harshness of reality,Sometimes,Love gives way to logic,It is something that can only persist in a World That was at least somewhat peaceful,In times of violence and suffering,The emotion known as love Fades away,either by choice or by force.
The March of Death marked The Start of My Death as Vayn Vaal Bahamuth,Son of Ilezya ví Vivaldí and Harkhan Vaal Bahamuth,Setting the Foundations for my Rebirth as Vancrow Vaal Bahamuth,Son of Unforgíven.
The Darkness From Before,It was so absolute,No sight or sound,No Taste of smell,I could Not Feel anything,Not Even Nothingness.
How many years had passed,was it even years?,I know Not,But My soul was Crushed By The Dark,As It was supposed to be, However,In an act that defied fate,I managed to hold on to the last slivers of my being,And At that moment,I became an irregular, Someone who was once Lost from the mystical grip of Fate.
When I was Still in the Grounds of the Hashles, right after my mother had decided to sacrifice me,I had tried to be born anew,To ignore The looks of disdain,The mockery,the laughter.
If no one Would Love me,Then I would love myself,If no one would help me,then I would help myself,I would respect myself, Forgive myself.
Yet could it really be that easy?, Group Mentality was something deeply rooted in the nature of humans, Almost all of them desired for acceptance,It might be something that comes from the ancient days of humanity,when solitude was almost synonym with death,No matter how much I tried, every word stung deep, every moment spent in solitude made me hate the World,and especially myself.
As long as I was human,I was cursed to think like them,Desire love like them,And Hate Like Them.
Yet Human I no longer Am,The Darkness washed away my humanity,I can still Be "Human" at times,Yet it is a twisted and hollow humanity.
Nothing I feel That is "human" is also Real,
I am a shadow of my past self,my eyes reflect The Darkness,My soul like a Broken mirror, casting a Dark Reflection of mankind.
I possess a heart of Ice and a mind of steel.
My hands tainted with blood,The weeping that belongs to My person comes in that same shade of red,For They Are The Tears of The Cold Blooded.
I am Unforgíven,And so I ask,Was I treated like a demon because I was one,Or Did I become A Demon Because I was Treated like one.
The answer may be complicated,In one Way,You could Say That The unlight of My Life Shaped The Devil That I Became,But You could also Say That my nature had always been that of a Devil,The Darkness just awoke it.
Throughout My Life as A Demon,I Have met many Beings,I Met The Addict In BlunHeart,His gaze like that of mine,For I also had swam in the sea of addiction,I chased after The Thrill of Combat, Finding comfort in The Pain,Even though I knew it hurt me.
I met The Slave in The Piercing God,His gaze like that of mine,For I also Had burned in the Fire of Ambition, Chasing after a goal deemed impossible,They called us mad.
Life is to be lived they said,So we should not waste it attempting to do something that could not be done,yet how could they understand us?
A wolf in sheep's clothing,This was a Phrase of The ancient World.
If we took it more literally,and imagined there was indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing,Would the sheep not question it when it inevitably chased after The Carcass atop the mountain?,There is so much grass here they say,why go through all this trouble?
Yet what the sheep didn't know,was that the wolf could not live on grass,it needed meat.
The Father says he loves his daughter,he would do anything to protect her,yet he lives as a humble farmer, without any power, without any say in whether or not his daughter returned home safe, leaving it all to luck,so content with their fates being not truly theirs.
Yet I could never Live like that,A life that is only possible because of the whim's that belonged to outside forces was no life,not for me at least.
I am Not Sheep.
I am Not Wolf.
I am Demon.
Throughout My Life as A Demon,I have had many names,
Unforgíven
Inhuman
The Second Sage
Yet The Name That Had Truly Marked my Existence Was The Demon in Heaven,I Still Remember That Day.
The World Had whished To Meet A Saint,And so To Heaven They Journeyed, Yet upon arrival,There was no saint,They only witnessed my reflection,The Demon in Heaven.
They say The Devil is horned and comes in Black, Yet I am A Demon in white,A Crown Atop my head.
" Demon,You will rot in Hell!",They said, Isn't it Interesting,They call me a Demon yet curse me to go to hell,And So I ask, Would a fish be afraid of the ocean,A bird afraid of The Sky?.
Why would a Demon fear hell?
Hell does not frighten me more than heaven or earth.
I Belong not in Heaven amongst peaceful Servants,The Madness of Hell Calls to me, Amongst Those who did not bend the knee.
In hell with all the devils,I will no longer be alone,In hell with all the Devils,I will Finally be at home.
The Flames of Death will purge me,and I will welcome their pain,as I welcome all Pain.
Pain is nothing more Than a feeling,just as pleasure is,The Minds of Creatures are what create the Separation between them, Chasing pleasure and avoiding pain,Yet when one has lost the soul of a man,The soul of a beast even,Pain is not something to be feared.
And in my particular case,it is something I looked forward to even,once.
I still do,but To A lesser degree.
Immediately after I had left the Harrowing Darkness,Pain and Death was the first To Greet me, After All The time Spent in darkness,Even the feeling of my Arms being ripped off was a blessing,The sight Of The Things I killed was Art,And If Killing is an Art,I was The Greatest Artist,If evil is A song,I was the greatest musician,if suffering is a poem,I was The Greatest Poet.
If Demons exist,I am The Most Demonic of all.
Emperor amongst The Devils.
Yet Once,I was but a humble Prisoner, Trapped Whitin a Warring Realm.