Book One:
The Blades Requiem
The eve was cold and dark. Rain fell from the Heavens like tears of the Gods. The air reeked with the scent of blood. A dismembered hand here, a bloody arm there. Corpses lay everywhere, most still spilling blood from wounds. A warrior's sword, abandoned in death, lay impaled upon the ground. It served as a reminder of the nightmare that took place. In the distance, sword clash can still be heard, warriors still battling there way to glory.
"CLASH, CLASH, CLASH" was the sound heard as sword met sword, steel met steel. Men screaming, blood spilling, as they all sought to destroy one another. One warrior, a tall, beastly man with arms as wide as a tree trunk, was oozing blood as his life trickled slowly to the distance. With a might roar, he exclaimed, "Have at thee Naves!!!" as he swung his giant sword, all the warriors fell to his mighty blade. With a grunt, he slipped to the ground, the little life he had left slowly slipping away. "If there is a Devil, you will receive me now. I have slain your minions, and now you claim my life. I will see you in hell."
As the warrior fell into darkness, an evil wind bellowed. It crept across the warriors still form, pulling its soul to the front. Slowly, the wind took form, shaping into a demonic skeleton. With a hollow chuckle, it spoke to the warrior's soul "Rise oh great warrior, and stand…oh wait, you can't, can you? You've lost your strength. Pathetic. A Holy Warrior taken down by such weak challengers." He chuckled again and said with venom, "Perhaps…I shall give you a new 'life', all you need do is accept. Decide, or fall into hell." The warrior, thinking he had nothing left to lose, chose to take this offer. "Good, good. Now…die again!" With that, the skeleton ripped apart the warrior's soul, and remade it, morphing it into something sick and perverse. With that done, the warrior fell into darkness once more, and he knew nothing more.
