AN: This is my first story so be gentle please. Also I could use a Beta. This is just the intro. We will get into his past more as the story goes on. Don't worry Azag may seem powerful but it will be a long time before he is at his former level. Also the use of black magic has addled his brains as you will see. haha

9000 BC Mesopotamia

Atop a massive Ziggurat stood a single man, he wore robes of shimmering silk that flowed like watery silver. His skin was an unnatural pale with softly glowing veins. His face was scarred from countless battles and his eyes were a fierce ethereal amethyst. This was the Dark Lord Azag. He was the scourge of the known world. The might of Atlantis was nothing before his power! The seas themselves heeded his call. He was a god made flesh.

"At long last those arrogant Lanteans have met their doom… at my hand!"

He looked to the skies as if challenging the Gods themselves to refute his statement. The countless people surrounding his ziggurat cheered in ecstasy as lightning arced in the skies above. Atlantis the former Superpower of the world lie broken at the bottom of the newly formed Mediterranean Sea… a sea formed at the whim of a madman with dreams of godhood. Yet his victory was hollow… the grief deep within his soul has twisted his mind filling it with hate. The hate merely numbed the pain he felt within. His beloved wife brutally murdered by Lantean solders because she refused to marry their emperor. His unborn child torn from her womb as they gutted her.

"Yet even with all my power one thing eludes me…"

He turns to a man in tattered robes being escorted by hideous insectoid creatures… human like abominations with four arms and two legs. They were like an unholy hybrid of Ant and Man. Their grotesque bodies were concealed by black robes. They were the Xihuuli. Azag turned to the xihuuli warriors as they forced the robbed man to his knees.

"Step away from the prisoner. He is no threat."

The creatures withdrew as the aging man gazed at the Dark Lord.

"So you are the mysterious Loex Ith?"

Loex glanced at a ring on his finger. It bore a single rune… a lightning bolt.

"I am…"

"For your sake I hope the rumors are true. You can bring back the dead?"

"That is beyond my power… such things are unnatural."

Azag raised his hand as violet lightning arced at his fingertips.

"Then you shall die…"

"Wait! I cannot resurrect the dead but I can bring forth their spirit for a time. It is taxing but I can give you time to say your goodbye!"

The lightning faded and Azag pondered. He brought his hand to his chin and stroked his goatee. This was a chance to see his beloved one last time. To tell her how much she meant to him… to show her the dedication and loyalty he showed. He crushed the greatest empire to grace the earth. Ground it to dust beneath his heel all for her!

"Do it and you will be free to go."

So Loex closed his eyes and touched the emblem on his ring. It glowed with eldritch fury. A rift formed in the air as blood began to drip from his nose. A female form emerged. She was a good looking woman although not model material. She looked around in bewilderment until she laid eyes on her beloved.

"Samuel? What has become of you!"

Her shimmering form rushed into his arms yet he backed away as her glowing body burned against his tainted flesh. He howled in agony.

"What have you done to yourself? Such foul magic's my very presence purges your taint!"

Samuel/Azag looked at her with fear and longing… she met his gaze with her own, a look of disappointment and disgust.

"What demons have you fornicated with! How many children have you killed I wonder?"

She turned away from him and faded away. Loex looked at Azag with pity.

"Do you regret your actions now Samuel?"

"No…"

A raised hand and a burst of violet flames were the last things Loex experienced... the rest was pain as his soul was torn from his body. As the crumbling ashes settled Azag looked around him. This world was meaningless. He had no reason to remain. He had taken steps to secure his continued existence. As a god his beloved would surely look past his past deeds! He reached within his robes and pulled a blade from within.

"There is nothing more for me here… it is time for my ascension."

The blade plunged into his heart and the valley was filled with violet flames. Yet his rise to godhood did not go as planned… magic is a fickle thing as Azag will learn. The Gods were not pleased with his hubris and so instead of allowing him to rise as an equal. They seized his rising soul and cast it into the distant future. So perilous was the journey that only a fraction of his soul survived.

1981

Somewhere in Scotland?

Emerald fire roared to life in the empty field and quickly shifted to violet. The flames coalesced into the form of a human… it was skeletal and weak practically mummified. Its leathery eyelids opened revealing dull violet eyes. His withered mouth opened as a puff of dust escaped. He was gasping for air and straining in agony. Softly a sound emerged barely audible to the human ear. His voice was aged and weak.

"Why?"

AN 2: I am going to do a page a day. May get longer chapters once I get in the swing of things. I've never written outside of Role Plays before. haha