"Celebrate young warrior, you have accomplished success. You donned the uniform of the fallen, and succeeded. You have earned your spot at my right hand, and therefore you receive this, a sword forged from the twisted metal of our enemies." "Thank you sir, I shall fight as your sword." "Then that shall be your name. I dub thee Sword of £arr¥o∑." "I shall fulfill my duty to you sir" "If you fail, I shall corrupt you." "I understand" "This pledge serves as your promise of allegiance, do you accept?" "Yes." "Very well"
5 Earth Years later, the Sword still pledged to his master, even after the countless horrifying tasks he was assigned. The Sword knew that if he stopped, he would face demise worse than death. So he trudged on, and on, and on. He grew to hate and despise his master, but never showed it. To £arr¥o∑, the Sword was his most loyal warrior, constantly following orders with no defiance. Therefore the Sword was ready for the most difficult of tasks, corrupting the unloyalists. To corrupt was to inject a serum made from the darkest of dark, the water from the realm of no light. It drove most mad, and killed almost all. Those who survived became unstable monsters of hate and anguish, from which £arr¥o∑ would unleash upon the battlegrounds. The corrupt bore no alliance though and would attack anything, even their former soldiers. Day after day of corrupting others could make a warrior unstable on its own. The Sword knew that from seeing his allies turn from easy to calm, slow to temper, too easy to temper, slow to calm.
It took one to break him. All the rage against his master was finally released from the vault from which he kept his mind's darkest secrets. The screams as one was corrupted, it was the key to his fury. The Sword picked up his own and stomped toward the evil that was £arr¥o∑, stomping any and everything in his path. He kicked the door open with his sword in his hand and screamed the name of £arr¥o∑ in challenge. "You dare to challenge me?!" a voice called from the balcony of his dome. "I won't work for you anymore!" The sword challenged. "I won't corrupt or do your dirty work, I AM ORYX, I AM NOT YOUR SWORD! "You will be soon". And with that, £arr¥o∑ cast a dart filled with corrupt, straight through Oryx chest. As Oryx sank to the ground, £arr¥o∑ laughed. All this did was fuel Oryx's anger, anger which warded off the insanity properties of corrupt. Oryx grew larger and larger, but his mind did not change. Soon he was larger than £arr¥o∑, and had wings of daggers. Oryx experimented with his new found powers, and cast a dark glow upon two of £arr¥o∑'s guards. They were corrupted instantly, but they bore allegiance to Oryx. Oryx chuckled, "You have exceeded your term of rule, if you had only been able to corrupt without death, and I might have let you live longer". And with that, he split £arr¥o∑ in half. As £arr¥o∑ lay dismembered, Oryx gazed at his sword, and realized its new purpose. "You shall be the holder of my power, so that I will never become corrupt again". "Your name is no longer sword of £arr¥o∑, or Oryx, but your own, you are ∑¥£≠β, you are The Sword.