Allow me to tell you a story, one of which is right at home with me, one in which I used to be part of, but a change came over me then, so I am not now what I once was. So I shall tell this as if it were happening to another man, someone which I once was, but am not, nor ever will be again. So those of you astute to listen, please do so and hear my tale, please sit by my fire and listen.
He was born many years ago, so long ago that even your great great grandfather was nigh but a twinkle in your his mothers eye. His family was that of a common sation, peddlers of odds and ends, goods from near and from far. They were happy, quant and loving. He grew into a happy child, his parents teaching him of faith in God, and how to be kind to others. His name then was Michael Nicodemous Irion, son of a peddler.
As he grew he and his friends practiced always, mimicing the knights that ran about his town, fighting with sticks and staves, sometimes even mallets from the butcher who loved to watch thier games. He grew quite found of his friend Galahad, who was his closest companion in all things that he did. He was a leader, many could see that, and empathetic to all who came to him for help and questions.
He was the kind of child that made friends easily, and learned just the same. All flocked to him, as if he were some kind of savior, or a good beacon. Though he felt he was nothing special, all saw in him greatness and kindness that has been rarely seen in any century of time. He was loved by many, and in turn he cared about them all as well.
One fault that he felt so horrible about is that he found it hard to find love for himself and to give it. He knew not what it looked like and rashly fell in "Love" many a-time, only to fall out of it just as quickly. This made him think, "Will I ever find it in life? Is it real?" As he entered his early teen years he joined a guard unit protecting a local church from Saxon and heritic attack.
From there he and his friend Galahad fought and trained to become more, more then normally people of thier station could be. Together the gained rank until at the end of there teen years he and Galahad became full Knights for the Order of God, also called Zealots.
They moved alot, always requesting the same orders to anywhere the church sent them, and in turn they became well known and respected as a great team. The young man was a great dule wilder of small blades called a glades. His friend a master archer and long knife user. They were an unstoppable duo. Together they fought every battle they could, always wanting more.
As life would have it the young man soon married, as well as Galahad. They moved to a small city called B'ang'lesh'desh, in the middle of the moutains. This city may never be none except throw me, for it was distroyed one fateful night.
Away on duty, the young man counted the days until he could return to his wife and new born son. He had yet to see his child, or hear of it's name since he had left over six months ago to head to the upper regions to escort a pope home to his own family. So, on his return trip he prayed and thanked the Lord he was able to finally be home to his family.
But upon his arrivle he was stricken with grief and horror at the sight of it all. His city was ablaze, and ravaged by strange creatures that he could not even imagine in his nightmares. They were sickly thin, bald all over and there skin pulled taunt over there bones. There jaws were grossly elongated, that bore sharp black teeth, which held a strange nurotoxin. They ran about the city killing everything and everyone that moved.
Inraged he ran about killing everyone of the foul beasts he could find, until at last he came to his home. It was nothing but smouldering cinders by now, and inside he found nothing but the bones of his wife, but none of his child. He cried out to the heavens, cursing every God, diety that he had heard of in his travles, even the one he believed in. And in his rage he sent out a plea to the gods of darkness, demanding they give him power enough to kill his enemies, and get his revenge.
And, to his horror they answered, giving him power beyond his reasoning. They turned him to an animal, a monster in human form, a true Psychotic Lemur, a demon ape with a taste for blood and blasphamis magic.
In a rage he ran from the ruined house, and in his new form slaughtered all of the demons that ran about his city, and even the innocent that still lived. He killed them all, even his own friend, Galahad.
When he awoke to the morning light he was slumped next to Galahads body. In a state of horror and triumph he looked at his friends blood covering his hands and body. He cried out at what he had done and asked for, and in regret he set out to the far corners of the earth, in search of solitude.
That's when he came upon the sins, and how he started working for those he once scorned and hated. Ones he used to call fiends and demons, ones he must now call family, for in them he sees himself, and his aweful mistakes. And so it reminds him of his past, and why he must never loose control of who he is, and how he must never fight again.
That is my story young ones, believe you if you want, or do not. It makes no difference to me. But no this, if you believe in something, never give it up in a fit of rage, for you will regret it, just look what happend to this poor soul who lost his way.
Part Two: Demon Days.
And so he was taken in by the sins, quite to his astonishment. And he was able to hide what he had become quite well by saying he learned it all from forbidden magic. For years he secluded himself from the rest of the underlings and head followers, never accepting an invitation to come out of the small library in which he made his home. He put himself to the books, studying, trying to figure a way out of the predicament in which he now found himself.
As years passed her leared about what he had called upon, and what had been bestowed upon his soul. He had be possesed by a demon, one of which turned out to be a Fallen one. So he began to inlist the aid of powers in which he should have never contacted. The Temptress, Laciel, was this power in which he contacted. And soon wished he hadn't.
Her price set upon him for the information he sought was that of his child, that as long as he searched his child would be hers. And so, he went to bed with her, bestowing upon her a child. In a devious sort of way she gave him a cryptic message about how he might gain his humanity back. He must kill the kings of the beasts that slaughtered his city, he must slaughter the King Orcs.
And so, he free of wandering about what he must do, he set off to his task of killing those fowl beasts, one by one. Centuries passed, and still three eluded him. Until finally the year came in which he must change again, for the rage of the beast with in him had be pent up for far to long. He set off, but was stopped by those who cared for him to deeply to ever let the demon in him bloody his hands again.
And so the demon was expunged, by the master he had come to serve as his second in command only a short time before.
As he awoke from his sleep he turned to see someone he cared deeply for sitting next to him, Serenity. In an awe he looked to see her saddend by his sorry state, and he felt deep pain, for he knew what she had come to do.
"Go ahead and kill me, I know that is why you are here," His words cut through her deeper then any sword could have. With a sigh she told him what his lord and master had done for him, and he paniced. He did not have power any more, he could not finish his task, he could not save his children. And then, a new thought came to him, a chance to make ammends had come to him as he sat there on the damp straw pallet. He was free, a new life had been given to him, a chance to start over. With a great leap of joy, he jumped to his feet and began to pack.
He gathered all of his old belongings, the armour in which he once wore, the cape with the insignia for the Knights of the Cross, and the two galdus' in which he used to fight with. He made a pact to leave, and return in a year and a day, after he had learned to live by himself once more. Once he had learned all he could of this new world, he would return to them all, self sufficent, and unrelyiant on the magic that had plauged his body for so long. With a kiss from Serenity, he set off from the castle out into the new world, his journy starting over, and a new light ahead of him.
Part Three: A new begining.
The air was dense as he left the old castle. His steps were swift and sure as he walked along the cobbled path that lead to and from the sins hideaway. As he turned to look back he something that scared him more than anything. The place in which he had resided for centuries was not where he had left it. It was gone, invisible now to his eye, and probably to al that passed this way, well to any who were not supposed to find it.
Days passed before he came to any sign of a village, and even when he found it, it was only home to two or three houses. The villagers where a strange folk, thier skin yellow, and hair black. And to that, they also spoke in a starnge language that he could not asertain anything to. So he tried in his own rough brutish vocals, and to his surprise they spoke it too. He told them he had been cut off from people for many years in the mountains, in a place where it was almost impossible to get to.
In a state of kindness they took him in, and began to teach him thier language, and in return he did what he did as a child, he helped with chorse. Soon enough, he was proficant in thier language and they told him of a city south of were he was now, a city called, Bejing. With great joy he thanked them and hurried off to his next destination, to a place where he might be able to find more information on todays world.
As he intered the city he was almost immideatly arrested on weapons charges. For days he pleaded his defense that he had lived in the mountains for years, so he knew not about the laws that had been set down. As they looked him over, they found him to be a man telling the truth, but none-the-less they confiscated his weapons and armour, putting him on what they called 'probation'. He was sent to a place where he could help people, and to him that was the best for right now. It was a chance to repeal the horrible things he had done in his past.
As he stayed longer he learned from a very old man a new style of fighting, he called it 'Mantis' style. With great enthusiasum he abosorbed everything the man could teach him, almost like a sponge. With in time, his probation was repealed and he was free to leave the country, and with that he bid his master farewell.
From there he hopped a ship to a land called America, evadentally it was a new world, for he had never heared of it in his studdies. Days on the ship he became aquainted with many of the sailors and a thing called 'slang' and 'cussing'. He became quite proficant in both, and that was evadent because one day he even made a lady blush as red as blood. But he also soon learned that , that was not chivalrous and not a good idea to talk to ladies like that. So he appologized and told her that this langauge was foriegn to him and he ment no disrespect.
He arrived soon enough in a place called California, and there he learned more slang and cussing, and about a thing called McDonalds. This place fasinated him, the food was cooked, but not in any way he had ever seen, it was delicious all the same, and he ate it almost everyday.
Months passed with him walking all over the land called 'America', where he learned so much, and they had even bigger librarys then the ones he had seen in the castle. Then, one dreary morning, he stepped off the boat into the land of Eire, or now they called it Ireland. Fog covered the ground when a bird landed on his shoulder, a bundle of letters held in in its beak. With a 'caw' it dropped them and flew off. With a curious glance he looked down and noticed that the letters where from his old master back at the castle.
Dear Lemur,
Well it seems that I could not stop you. I did what I had to do and I did what I thought was right. You let your pride get in the way of your well being. Not once did you ask me for help knowing full well I had it withen my power to help you. Not once did you ask for me to look for your child. Didn't I tell you the past was a horrid thing and that it should be left well enough alone. I am sure you can not remember much from when you were here and all the things that had ever happen. There are reasons for that. Namely that which has to do with the back of your left hand. Any way I am sure you must have forgotten who I am and that does not bother me.
Time does after all pass differently in my realm then that of man. I wish you well on your traviles and your new way of life. You are mortal now and I thought I would let you know that makes you just a little more targetable by any evil beings much less the sins that lurk in the hearts of all mortals. Still don't worry about this much and live your life the way that you must now.
Yours truely, a prideful Sin
With a smile he folded the letter and placed it into his bag. With the the thought of someone missing him he continued on his journey. He walked through Ireland, looking and seeing things he never had thought possible. That is when he decided to take a new name, and crossing along a graveyard, he found one that struck his fancey. The Grave read "Here lays Micahel Sawyer, a good man, and a good friend." With that he took the name for his own and started his knew life on the isle.
Finally the year passed and he started off, to what, he now forgot. So he walked onwards, something calling to him to a place he could not remember. Days passed before he finally found the place he was looking for. It was a large castle that loomed in the shadow of many clouds, it's silhoute was menacing, and even though it looked like that, he knew this was his home. With that, he stepped towards it and knocked. What awaited him inside, he could not phatom any more, but he knew this was where he belonged.
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