PROLOGUE – PART ONE
Long ago, two sentient races ruled the earth - Humans and Monsters... But you already knew that.
You already know the war that lasted as one battle, and that the "monsters" were sealed underground... The Story of the first and last fallen child... Do you not know these?
These Stories, you already know. Don't you? But what of the surface after the war?
What happened to humanity and it's magic after they sealed the sentient beasts under the earth? What transpired before the first fallen child, and what is to come of the Last Human's companions now that the underground is to go empty?
Well... That tale I shall share now.
When mankind banished their former partners under the earth, the monsters with them took certain "good elements" that man cannot produce on it's own. The land man inherited lacked these elements, these simple almost unremarkable things that had been banished underground. The world above became unbalanced. The darkness of humanity spiraled out of control – stripping the once beautiful surface and the SOULS of man of their color…
Love… Hope… Compassion… Virtue… These simple things, humanity sealed away – for it's true that the Monsters underground couldn't live without such… Yet Human souls can, and they have. They have for two thousand years… Yet, one thing Humanity has been responsible for the creation of in their former companions' absence – a type of SOUL. An infectious thing, a poisonous and venomous soul that has truly robbed Mankind of it's humanity more than they have of themselves, and opened the eyes of the few with any remaining…
What is it? How any soul could embody such a vile, miserable, malevolent thing? I shall tell you;
Long ago, two sentient races were created to rule the earth - The Humans and the Monsters.
Mankind's war on those they were meant to rule side-by-side with was a brutal and merciless battle as you know.
As the world above became unbalanced, so did her creators - The Gods. Corrupted by Humanity's Fear, and enraged at the betrayal of their fellow creation, the Gods created the perfect punishment for their traitorous creatures – disguised as a gift to the Souls of Justice. A soul that would ensure Humanity would never again see peace as they did when sharing the world with monsters – A soul that could sustain itself from fear, pain, suffering - all while dishing it out sevenfold. A soul that would embrace Humanity like a parasite and be embraced by humanity in return. A SOUL as black as the void that created it;
The Soul of Hate.
The darkness of humanity's hate spiraled out of control like a Pandora's Box – stripping the once beautiful surface and the SOULS of man of their color – corrupting it beyond recognition…
The gods – corrupted by Humanity's fear laughed at this "perverted justice", then left to where no prayer can be heard by them ever again – leaving us humans to what can be argued as "karmic fate".
In place of Brave Heroes came sniveling cowards – weasels in servitude to Fear.
Those that could Persevere through the worst Hells fell into the Dungeon of Despair.
SOULs passionate about Justice became infected with blind vengeance.
Patience was reduced to a tool for petty passions of perfectionists, or worse.
Integrity has fallen to the Arachnids of Deceit and holds many prisoners within its' lies.
Kindness became a rarity – the last of it's kind fallen into the Underground – used in purpose to fulfill the monster's prophecy. Souls of Selfish purpose, sadism arose in their place, and bitterness dominated as the easiest to create.
Determination… Oh, how far your apple has fallen from the tree of Hope, and into the toolshed of Hate. Determination has made this possible, but can it also be it's undoing?
Can the kindness of this determined Soul – no, the same LOVE of the soul that freed the monsters undo the world of suffering humanity has wrought upon itself, or is the surface doomed to forever be a place of "kill, or be killed"?