Fiore was a land filled with magic. Across all of it powerful magicians arose. Mage Guilds, groups of mages banded together with a common goal, worked to be the strongest. Those who followed the laws set by the Magic Council were officially recognized and deemed legal guilds. The most famous among those being guild such as Sabertooth, Blue Pegasus, Fairytail, and Raven Tail. Then there are the dark guilds. They are filled with dark mages each with their own evil goal. They work outside the law using inhumane magics and power to further their own goals. Many fall victim to these dark guilds some succumbing to the dark powers..This is the story of those who refused. This is the story of those that have fallen and decided to rise again. Ragnarok is upon the world and the fallen heroes will rise again from Valhalla.

The dark guild has been hiding out in the village for weeks now. They entered slowly one by one. They needed to get in without being noticed. A few "merchants" here a few "travelers" there and slowly their numbers grew. When they believed their numbers sufficient they struck. In the middle of the night they began entering the houses and binding the villagers house by house. The few who put up resistance were either killed or badly beaten. When they were done bodies littered the streets and houses were burning. They dragged the survivors into a nearby cave. The cave smelled of death and mold and a strange noise could be heard. Within was an altar engraved with skulls, violent deaths, scenes of great horror. It seemed to radiate evil and the torches around it seem to barely glow. They brought the villagers to it one by one and from each was pulled what little magic they possessed. Their magic and when that ran out their life force. All that they left with withered corpses which quickly crumbled away. The energy began to collect into a floating orb. The villagers cried out as each of them were in turned sacrificed to the dark ritual. The number of villagers dwindled down to just one child. He was placed directly below the orb. The ground around him swirled with golden light and dark energy.

Those bastards, I'll make them pay. I'll make them all pay. The boy was different from the rest. While everyone else had been terrified, whether for themselves, friends, or families, he felt only anger. Angry that people like this could exist. That people like this were able to get away with this. He sent a silent plea out. People like this cannot be allowed to exist. They must pay.

The dark guild continued on chanting their dark ritual. Without the slightest bit of remorse. They carried on. They only wanted power and with this ritual their god would be allowed to walk this earth and bring them into a new dark age.

The boy felt the dark energy pulsing through him, it pressed against his consciousness threatening to overtake his senses. He struggled but eventually lost in this mental tug of war. His head slumped forward unconscious. When he opened his eyes he was standing in an empty plane. The world was devoid of color, everything black and white.

"You going to give up that easily" A female voice called from behind him.

The boy turns around and there before him is a woman clad in dark silver armor. On her back rests a giant executioner's blade and a giant set of scales stands behind her.

"The dark guild opened a portal into this realm. They plan on bringing their dark god out. What they didn't understand is that if you open a door something will try to get through be it what you wanted or not. Their chants bring their god closer but just as their calls for death brings him forward your call for revenge is stronger. You wish to stop them then do it."

"How can I stop them, I can't even remain conscious from their magic how can I stop them?" the boy was furious now. They tore apart his town and they were about to get away with it.

"Take up my sword and scale. Embody my power become the judge, jury and executioner. Use their magic against them. Rain down upon them divine judgement. Awaken and call my name."

The boy's eyes snapped open the chants were now louder and the magic even more overwhelming but his fury overwhelmed it all. He focused all that anger into willing his body to move into forming just one word, into one name. With all the fury he screamed.

"Nemesis!" The results were like that of an explosion. A great surge of power had come through the portal. The dark guild watched in awe thinking there grand plan had been completed. The boy was now covered in a dark silver armor coming down around his sides like a rib cage leaving his chest uncovered. A black tattered cape covered his back. His eyes changed to a dark gold.

The leader approached slowly out of fear and awe. "We have summoned you to this world. With your power we will take over this world. We will usher in a new dark age. We-"

His words were cut short as a large blade appeared in the boy's hand relieving the leader of his head. They stared in fear and surprise. Strange symbols appeared around the boy attempting to contain him. They glowed red and crackled with energy. With little effort the boy broke through the magic simply pushing through its barriers. He stared at them a wave of energy coursing through the cave. This energy pushed them back afflicting them with terror at the sheer amount of anger and power. They tried to flee but the boy disappeared and reappeared at the entrance. He brought the sword down releasing a golden black blade of energy. It cut through them severing everything in its path. This was not a fight, this was a mass execution. He did not stop till every last mage laid dead. When all were left as corpses he appeared before the altar cutting it to pieces.

As he walked to the mouth of the cave his anger slowly subsided. The guild had met divine judgement for their crimes. With this his power started to dwindle. His sword and armor shattered leaving no evidence of it having been there. The cape slowly grows leaving him in a large cloak that completely hides his face.

Only now did he feel sadness. His anger no longer supporting him he collapsed. His body felt impossibly sore. His consciousness flickered in and out his vision blurring and his senses slowly dulling. His body was being torn apart from the inside his body unable to contain the magic. As he faded away, his breathing slowing to a stop, the last thing he saw was a figure in a grey cloak.