A Bloody Path
A tale of a human who was chosen by.. Darkness
The thirst for death remained, written plainly in his blood thirsty eyes. The slaughter of innocent people, hearing their screams of fright that echoed through the caves, earning shrieks and cries from the wounded and the dying. He rang out an empty, joyless, triumphant laugh, one that sent shivers down one's spine. The power he had obtained whilst his journey around the whole of Rune-Midgard Kingdom, it was just too much
He found himself sinking deeper and deeper into his own abyss of hate, despair, sadness and nearing closer to the darkness until he was drowned in it... Unable to break through to the surface of it all. Ever again. Never would he, never COULD he, return to the way he lived before. Now forced to dwell in his own ocean of hate, darkness, fury and solitude. He could NEVER return to who he used to be, because there was no way his heart could be released from darkness.
Unless leaving this world, he could be free from the chains that seals his remaining humanity inside his heart, inside that forms his very soul. What he felt was not anger but regret inside, but then again contentment of his darker self which was waiting for a long time. Refusing to be contented, he struggles.
Swearing that one day he would return to the root of the pain they had caused him. His own hometown, Izlude. He reached Glast Heim. He looked at it, the accursed lands of Glast Heim, before it was destroyed thousands of years ago, in a war that waged among Gods, man, other races and the demons themselves. The ancient city that once left him alone, feeling deserted.
Before all of it happened, he served as one of the royal messengers for his majesty, the King of Prontera. Traveling from the vast lands of the capital city of Rune-Midgard, Prontera, to the vast Plains and Deserts of Morroc, and to the calm and quietly peaceful town of Al De Barran that the Horrific Clock Tower resides.. Unknown to him the price he paid and the consequences he risked.
Seeming forever, in a hurry to deliver his messages, not wanting his loyalty to his job to waver, he had no time for friends, nor anything else. His fellow friends as he recognizes them from his hometown, the city of trade, warfare and training grounds for Swordsmen and Knights. They all looked down on him.
While they were experienced and powerful knights, he was just a messenger, not even a novice, using nothing to protect himself. He was treated like... Like a Khalitzburg, an Undead Slave Knight. Only meant for slavery, treated terribly, shunned from the world outside. A heartless pawn, only following its leader.
Now, here he was, destroying everything that dared to walk in his path. Rapidly wiping out anything moving in the bloody path that he walked on to. From a creature as harmless as a Poring to a being as monstrous as an Abysmal Knight. Now that the invasion has begun and the spawning of darkness to the Kingdom unfolds. It led him to the destruction of his hometown, his childhood. All the memories he was forced to leave behind the moment he set foot out of Izlude, who knew he would come back again, but with something more darker that he brought with him.
He rid any of the few happier moments he had in Izlude and brought back the more painful memories he had back in his younger days. The more he thought about it, the more he hated his life when he lived in Izlude. The ones who used to tease, look down and blame him endlessly. The ones who used to bully and pick on him and hit him for no apparent reason, who called him names. The people who persecuted him, treated him as a nobody, as a naissance and a person with a meaningless cause..
Could they not see he was still human? A living, breathing, moving being? Now, they were the ones who were powerless and helpless. Even the most powerful knights could not put him down. No one dared to hunt him down either. They just let him come to them. He could look down on them now... Seeing what they have done, he just smiled and thought of the wonderful things if he killed them all, thinking that they were the rotten ones in this world..
After another invasion, he then exits the almost-ruined town of Izlude, standing in a burning scenery, he laughed sadistically.. but in truth he was crying. Could this be that he still has humanity in him? The darkness which he embraced made him stronger, but this strength made his soul weaker. Now trapped in a body that one could already call a corpse, he decided to walk and move on.
He stood alone atop a cliff in one of Payon's forest that could see the town of Izlude in a far distance. Not noticing a tear he shed, he uttered a silent good bye to this place he once called home, unheard even to himself. Turning on his heel, he walked back into the deep shadows of the trees, back to the watery graves of Glast Heim, waiting for someone who can release the darkness in his heart..
The tale ends here, but his struggle wont. He will wait for somebody who would put an end to his miserable life. Someone who can kill him, his corpse which imprisons his soul
Someone who would erase him.