Prologue
The following is a prologue I have made which is a small introduction to each book. By the end of the third book, if not the second, everything in this short story should make sense. That's my plan at least. Keep in mind that you may comment on anything I have written in a private message to me but only editors may directly say anything on my posts in this page.
[[Prologue: Shadows of Peace]]
"Peace. This world doesn't deserve such pleasantries. Greed, lust, hate, death; the wretched humans already have those things. So what is it they need? I'll tell you, my brothers: pain.
I remember how meek and humble they were, coming to us with their promises, their dreams, and their desire to do good. We were fools to believe them and grand them powers. What have we gotten back in return? Nothing. Not a soul has repaid their debt.
Now here we stand, shackled to the world we made and gave away so easily. They cannot possibly understand what they've done to us, but they will. These vermin will learn not to betray us. We will get our freedom.
Long has it been since we ruled this world and overdue our time has become. Numerous days have passed by where humans haven't felt remorse or shame for their sins and traitorous ways. Know this brothers, the mortals will be purged from our home. We will receive what is rightfully ours. Prepare yourselves my kin, the reckoning is at hand!"
A thunderous echo of rapid stomping and shots of agreement and hatred filled the dark chamber. Although the small embers in the center revealed little, any spectators would have been able to make out a few shadowy figures with bright glowing red eyes. The sound was awkward though as it was much too intense for so little a number, the roar of a stampede accompanying less than twenty men. It also seemed to carry-on for more than an hour when one would have suspected it to last but a few minutes. The reason was because much more than cheers emerged in the stone hall.
In response to the uproar, the red flicker of light had steadily grown into golden pillar of flames that pressed hard against the ceiling, and had done so without timber or oil to fuel it. Despite having developed into much more than any bonfire could compare to, the tongues of fire seemed to remain within a designated circle, never overstepping an invisible boundary. Even something of its magnitude didn't seem to manage lighting the entire chasm, as shadows still controlled most of the now scorching hot cave. It did reveal a horrific enough scene though, showing the true nature of the men who were still screaming.
The once normal looking, besides their black cloaks and unnatural eyes, men had morphed into creatures with nightmarish features. Their pale peach skin grew rough and as black as pure twilight, their average ten-toed feet hardened and combined together to form ragged hooves, and their fingers elongated and sharpened into deadly claws. Many of them sprouted black wings and bloody horns and began to grow in size, higher than any human should be. Their average bodies now the size and as well-built as any person might imagine a titan to be, barely lower than the ceiling. Much of their figures were covered in crimson runes which would glow intensely when their host would shout in rage.
The most savage and traumatizing part of the transformation was how dramatically their eyes had changed. Their eyes dulled in vibrancy from red to a sickly green, and had a look about them that would make a grizzly cower in fear. The recently docile humans had become rage-filled, desperate, and utterly violent demons which were only spoke-of in the stories of priests. All of them would have put a psychotic serial killer into a life of repentance if he thought they would be waiting for him in the afterlife. All of them, except one.
One man retained his form, which was covered in a black, slightly torn, robe which muffled his features. He was now standing in front of the blazing fire, overlooking the congregation of devils who's appearance or behavior didn't seem to phase. Even the column of nature's fury seemed like a tame campfire compared to this man's power, which seeped from every angle of his person.
By the time his right hand was lifted in the air and rested back at his waist, the entire hall went silent, petrified by his command. Even the echo of rage his companions had just made for the past hour dissipated into the shadows.
"Soon my brothers, soon we will rise once more. All they have left now...is time."
~*vv Editing Remarks vv*~
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