Amends for the Fallen

"Legends… stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, But you… you've been forgotten entirely. Let's hope it stays that way." an echoing voice sounded out, only to meet the ears of an entity far worse than themselves.

Tales of old depict a being of dark intentions, powerful enough to destroy and cripple gods, To leave fear in those who do not know its meaning. Those who have challenged them, do not exist. They have scoured heaven and hell, walked among the living and dead, and have beaten the armies of the most powerful men in existence... until suddenly. Their greatest challenge being… Life. They were defeated and surrendered to Life. This crippled their presence in their world. In their dimension. Although his strength remained and his power still grew, They were mocked and ridiculed. Contained to a world and forgotten over time.

This being resides in what is now a forest of darkness. Creatures who knew no fear before, were terrified of him. No creature had dared enter his land, in fear of his wrath. A true legend, but a true evil. This was the tale of a warrior who's legend is seldom heard. However, their only grasp to this legend is but a single title. His title reads… Omen, The forgotten Legend.

"...Ugghhhh…." a Voice echoed from inside, seemingly irritated, "Everytime! Why can't this fridge hold ice!? Why does it need dust!? Why does anything need Dust on this broken world!"

The figure jumped down from a ledge on the lip of a cave. His distress had come from a former working refrigerator of his. Having been filled with foods for only a century, it had now run down and dried of its supplies. This hadn't particularly pleased him as his appetite grew. He cared less at the thought of seeing the humans all run around and survive after so many years, But having to do the same was a chore he wished he didn't need. He wasn't particularly fond of it, but the fact of the matter was, his fridge was empty, and his hunger was growing.

It was a terrible thing for his hunger to grow. It was the cause of his rampage of murder so many centuries ago. This hunger of his could be satiated in two ways, through sustenance or through violence. He particularly hated the latter as there was no one who could give him a challenge. The food of the humans and faunus would have to do for his hunger, and knowing this he inhaled and walked on to the village nearby.

It did not take long to reach the village. The path leading to it was moderately short and considerate, although worn and abandoned. It was fairly a boring path as it was barren and lifeless. He Understood that the creatures in the forest were terrified of his presence, but he did not expect it to be at this level of fear. Still, he had continued to the town, only to find it ransacked by the creatures that hid from him. To him, this was a grave undermining of his tedious mission, and he hated it all the more.

"Great… just fan-fucking tastic…!" He threw his hands into the air in annoyance as the village charred and decayed from the attack.

The air was smothered in smoke and ash, as building after building had been almost void of humans. Not a creature had been in sight of his wrath, which aggravated him to no end. Just then, he noticed that one had stayed behind. It was a Beringel. Rather strange to find one in his part of the world, but it was there nonetheless. He marched towards it, still angry about his recent events and having to detour his plans to larger human settlements, he called out to the Beringel that was mere moments from killing a human child.

"HEY!" His anger had begun glowing around himself. It was a twisted mixture of Darkness that seemed to be caught in an equally dark flame, "Because of you, I have to walk my ass all the way to Vale! Do you know how long that takes!?" Immediately, He threw a longinus spike formed from his anger and attached to an equally colored chain that stemmed from his energy. The Beringel Batted it away, not knowing why all other creatures had fled, until it understood in its own death.

Before the creature could react, it was skewered by five more spikes that had returned from the larger spike it had batted away. No creature in existence could redirect his power, and seeing the Beringel try was simply pitiful to him. After the creature was skewered, he retracted his anger, leaving the beringel to disintegrate. As it did, the human child continued to cry from their near death encounter. This action was always a mystery to Him, he never bothered to understand their emotions fully. Learning to control his anger was a must to him as it was the only way for his powers to become stable for the surrounding environment.

He scowled at the child and it's cries, walking closer to them. The child had torn clothing from its encounter and a scratch from what he assumed was the Beringel missing its target. He did not truly care, he only let his anger rise from around himself. As onlooking humans and faunus stood by and watched, the child was consumed by the anger that he had covered it in. Just moments later, however, the angry energy had sprouted in front of a pair of married humans. This sprout had grown larger and opened to reveal the child from earlier. The couple had been terrified of what happened to their child, but soon realized that whoever he was, he 'saved' their child. Unfortunately, He did not think of himself as such and carried on down the path. Before he could though, a human had stopped him.

"What... do...you...want…?" he was more livid than before, but he was maintaining such power rather well.

"I-i'm sorry sir, but… We would just like to thank you! You've saved my son and stopped that rampant beringel from destroying our homes! We must repay you for such a kindness stranger!" The Human stuttered, Being a mixture of both Scared and overjoyed by the town's 'hero'.

"...No." He said, before turning around and walking away, confusing the humans who had just thanked him, "I'd rather not have humans entering my cave for praise. I just want to sleep in peace. " and with that, he walked onward.

It wasn't his goal to be recognized, nor was it his goal to be villainized. His only goal was to rest and stay well within his cave in solitude. He knew that the moment he had said his name, the humans would come to fear him fully, causing panic in their village. He truly did not wish to move from his place of rest for the moment. The cave itself did not hold much value, It was only because of his predicament that he was there. After escaping his seal, he sought to live his days in peace and by living in the cave, no being on the planet would aggravate him again. This kept the planet at relative peace and kept the sounds of war away from his mind. He had only hoped to right the wrongs he's committed during his rampage, but with so many deaths, he thought it to be impossible. His objective may have been quite large, but he did not care, If it brought peace among himself and those around him, he would be fine. If it were not for his failings to begin with, he would have journeyed through his time in peace, this made his aura writhe and burn darker as he cleared the path and continued on. He would roam all throughout this world if he had too, Because he could not think of a better apology and that made him angrier.

Walking on, The ground beneath him grew ever softer as his Heavy foot falls had sunken into the world. The humans from the village had felt this and thought not to annoy him, it would be insane to. As for our legend, One day, he would find his peace, but for now he allowed his anger to grow and With his anger rising, he marched ever onward, to the Kingdom of Vale.