A Knight Of Darkness
Chapter I
Who was he? One can answer that he was a tyrant sent from the deepest levels of hell. Another can answer that he is the Devil himself, sent to give pain to humanity for their mistakes. However, not even he can answer, as he has lost all sense of humanity in his long path of carnage of pain. So, how will we find out? The only way is to take a look…
A look at the beginning of the Knight of Darkness.
Unknown Time, Unknown Place, Unknown Universe
"Mother, I've come home!" A young, bright, girl declared after entering a shabby-looking cottage. However, the appearance did not matter to her, as it has been her home for a long time. Her family, who lived on poverty only had this property, as they could barely scrape by, living in this cottage. A frail-looking elderly woman appeared from what appeared to be a kitchen, lacking everything but the necessities.
"Oh, my precious darling, it has been too long…" The elderly woman strokes her daughter's, beautiful, crimson hair. Crimson hair was always seen in the firstborn female of their family tree. It was a cherishable family tradition, to allow a girl turning into an adult to grow out her hair as long as she wants, and enjoy the hair bestowed upon her.
"Mother, I have brought some treats from the nearby town, they've given it for free since it's my 21st birthday." The mother smiles fondly.
"Thank you sweetheart, that was very ni-" A loud bang is heard outside. The daughter instinctively grabs her mother forcefully and dashes behind the kitchen counter to hide. Another bang is heard, then another, and then a loud thump. The daughter slowly stands up, then quietly walks to the door, where the source of the sound hides behind. She arms herself with a nearby broom, then swings the door open and flails the broom wildly, driving away any nearby onlookers of the forest. Flailing wildly, it's only natural for the broomstick to slip, and so it did.
"Ow!" The girl darts her head, looking for the sound.
"That hurt, damn it!" The girl looks down, noticing a young man armed with an iron shortsword, a map of the nearby town, and provisions scattered across the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean to hit you!" She quickly helps the disoriented man up onto his feet, then begins to collect his scattered provisions.
The man, his sense of pride and kindness interfering said, "Oh, miss, you don't need to do that. I can do this by myself."
"Oh, I insist!" The girl continues to collect his provisions, but with a more determined look in her gaze. The young man, seeing this, decides to assist her instead of attempting to stop her.
Sorry, this is it for now! I will be (hopefully) updating regularly, but no promises!