Prologue: The Beginning of the End


Since the beginning of time, there have existed special people with special abilities. Often seen in legend and myth, they are the best of heroes, and the worst of villains.

Such a story has been told before.

However, this story is different. Instead of the many such people and creatures, such as has been told before, there was only one.

The Gamer.

Since time began, he's taunted humanity with death, giving power to those he approves of, and often killing those whom he sees as opponents. Those who have risen as legends are those whom he grants power to, who then grant his wishes, or defy him.

Those who defied him died. There were simply too many of those of us who believe in his vision to fight against, with any hope for success.

We consider ourselves honored that such a powerful person should consider us worthy of his consideration. However, the "Humans", as they still insist we are not, did not approve of us, and what we stand for.

Nearly three millennia ago, a man appeared in the Middle East who rejected our ideas, and instead suggested a regimen of kindness and love. Though The Gamer quickly had him killed, his ideas quickly caught hold, and his disciples ran rampant throughout the world, insisting that our kind was a plague on "their Lord's" world.

The fools did not understand The Gamer's power, at first. Once they did, they began turning the less vigilant of us with tales of how we would be forgiven for our past sins. After that, they began using those traitors to turn more of us, and it quickly turned into a civil war.

However, humanity has always been good at adapting. With them on the opposing side, our forces were extinguished almost as quickly as the traitors' lives of old used to be.

The best of us quickly hid away in the dark places of the world, waiting for the time to reappear and take vengeance on the traitors. One by one, however, we were sought out and slaughtered like animals. For man fears what he does not understand, and fears even more that which does not want to be understood.

The last of us now live here, in what we are told was once called the Carlsbad Caverns.

And so we wait for The Gamer's orders, to strike back at those who have taken so many from us.

And so we wait.


Hey, guys! Thank you all so much for reading this prologue to my first FanFiction! As it is my first, I'd appreciate if you would be kind in your reviews, but if something is dreadfully off, or makes no sense, please bring it to my attention!

I will do my best to reference specific background stories when they're brought up, such as Jane the Killer from Wattpad's LadyMaryEvangeline, and I would appreciate it if you would keep me responsible on the off chance I forget to do so.

Thanks a bunch! Happy reading to you and yours!

-DarkJeneral