Prologue

The game has begun. I see the world before my eyes, and all the players like pieces on a chess board. Pitiful. Pitiful how humanity clings to this world, with an irrational fear of the void of death. All the… dreams they have, all they create… it sickens me. None of it shall save them when I sow the seeds of destruction and reap my long-awaited revenge, on players both old and new. I command the forces of darkness and wield death at my fingertips. Will they really believe that they have a chance to stand against me?

The game has begun… and I am going to win.