The Evils Of...
As Told By the Ancient Tomes...
very long time ago, before the rebirth, the realm was full of generally good inhabitancy. That all changed after the coming of the Days of Six, the days of darkness. The world had become far to unbalanced in the forces of good and evil and thus so, an influx in evil was building. The evil gods had finally been able to call forth their demonic minions on to this realm. Using the veil of darkness to cover their actions, portals were opened from the depths of hell, and worse. Through these gates came all the known evil that had ever existed. The plan of the evil gods was to create such an influx in evil, that a balance would never again be reached.
ithin the shadows that covered the ever growing evil, the evil wizards of necromancy raised an unfailing army of the dead to do their bidding. The hell demons summoned huge dragons from the fiery depths of the earth below to rain death from above. Archaic priests called the elements to do their bidding and force unconditional settings to wage opposition to their war. The hell forge burned as bright as the sun as weapons worthy of Satan himself were used to arm the legions of evil. On the Seventh Day, the total darkness receded, leaving only small pools, and the ultimate evil was born, the hate of the world. On that Seventh Day the hunt began.
he rivers of the realm raged red with the blood of the innocent and cries of children that ran through the night’s sky were fed off of by the ultimate evil. The lakes of the realm turned putrid and anything that drank of their water died. Man or woman, young or old, the ultimate evil slaughtered all that was in it’s path for the simple pleasure of death and decay. Plague, disease, and famine ran rapid through the realm, claiming many lives. The name of the ultimate evil was forbidden to be used or even ever written as it brought death to where it was spoken. Then ended the Seventh Day, thus started the night.
ight fall meant venerability, confusion, panic, and fear. The ultimate evil feed off of all of these and started an assault that would lay shame to the horrors of the Seventh Day. Until that is, the creator race made the ultimate sacrifice. The willing self genocide of the entire creator race to give the good gods strength to vanquish the ultimate evil for all eternity from the realm. In the most selfless act to that time, the creator race removed themselves from existence. The good gods were then able to trap the ultimate evil in a shell with the energies of the creator race. Unknowing to the true sacrifice that was made so that they may live, the other races showed homage to the gods in thanks. The gods recognized the excellence of the creator race and wished to repopulate the realm with such a noble people. Unfortunately though, the engeries of the creator race were used in the construction of the shell holding the ultimate evil. It was concluded that because the ultimate evil was slowly decaying, once every ten thousand millennia, enough energy could be removed from the shell to create a creator race infant.
en thousand millennia later, enough energy was removed to create a creator race infant, no body in the realm even knew. The infant was not the only thing that came from the trapping shell, the ultimate evil knew of these plans. During the Seventh Day, one particularly brave human knight was not killed but captured by the hordes of evil and brought underneath the ground. When the ultimate evil was trapped, this knight was the only non-evil essence within the shell, and for this he paid dear. Granted immortality by the necromancers, he was tortured for nearly nine thousand millennia before he was even given back his sight that he had lost the very first day to white hot pins. Broken now, he was an empty shell of a man, ready for the filling. Now pain was comforting and hate was all the knight had. Told for the entire length of his torture, it was the fault of the good gods and all that was good that he was there. He would have to pay them back for the pain they had made him suffer. Given partially a new body, his black corrupt soul quickly found refuge in various new demon body parts. His old body finally consumed by the black flames of the hell dragons, his new demon body, strong with the lust for blood. With his new body, his new name was given, Etah, hate fiend.
he remaining ten thousand millennia, he trained his new body to kill in the ways of the thief. Feeling it suitable that he should be the most powerful being in the realm, he should be able to steal the thing a being holds most dear, their life and their soul. The necromancers taught Etah how to entrap a being’s soul for eternity, how to destroy the soul, and finally how to steal a soul to be of his own. The demon imps trained Etah how to hide in the darkness, his home. Always untrusting, backstabbing came too naturally to Etah as his demon ‘teacher’ found out far too late. That last ten thousand millennia passed quickly, the chance for vengeance did come.
he gods, as they had planned, readied for the removal of enough energy from the trapping shell to create one creator race infant. Etah readied also, waiting for the most minuet sign that the shell had weakened. Standing only several feet from the shells inner wall, Etah could almost see the countless souls of the creator race, holding together as a living wall, physically trapping him inside. Taking a stride forward, the wall flared a brilliant blue light that blistered Etah’s skin. Almost spastically, Etah shook in pain, still keeping focus on the barrier before him when a movement rippled through the barrier. A link had been removed. Etah dove forward into the barrier, into a pain greater than nine thousand millennia of torture all at once. The souls of the creator race reached toward Etah and ripped at his soul with an iron fist. Using his demonic strength, Etah struggled against the pull and managed to move forward, towards freedom, revenge. Finally, after much strife, Etah’s new body, now broken and weak, fell forward into cold darkness. The souls of the creator race, adjusted to once again form a strong prison for the ultimate evil. Far away, a creator race infant lay in a field, under the good god’s smiles and Etah was not even noticed...
roken, weak and tired, Etah slowly felt around his new found home. A gentle wind flowed and cooled Etah’s burning skin. A cave, Etah had escaped prison into a cave. Pulling his body on its side, Etah could hear the gentle echoing off the sides of the cave. The air smelled damp, but clean as Etah breathed it in. Breathing out, Etah coughed up blood, a lot of it. Etah had escaped, but he was dying now. Curling up into a protective ball, Etah recited a spell an old necromancer had taught him. After the spell was finished, Etah’s body was pulled to the cave’s ceiling by vines at which point it was encased in black stone to heal.
any centuries later, Etah’s body was fully healed within the protective black stone and thus so, Etah awoke. The spell broken by its caster’s awakening, the black encasing stone crumbled away. Etah fell to the cave’s floor with a echoing thud on to his feet. The smell of rot and decay now filled the once clean cave. Quickly scouting his changed surroundings, Etah saw various skulls and bones littering the floor as well as a small fire. The sounds of foot falls echoed down the cave, alerting Etah of the arrival of the caves current inhabitants. The sweet smell of blood wafted to Etah, making him realize his hunger. Hidden in the darkness, he waited until he saw a lone injured goblin hobble to a spot by the fire and sit down. Bounding from the shadows with animalistic speed, Etah’s sharp claws sliced easily through the goblin’s side, spilling the goblin’s innards. Eating the raw goblin flesh by the fire’s side, Etah thought of his plans to free the ultimate evil from the shell prison. May the Seventh Day be continue...