"Well that was anti climatic." Cain said as he looked at what remained of Gwen which was, well ash. "Suppose to be the strongest of the great lords but that was pathetic." Said Cain as he approached the first flame. But in mid stride he stopped. "And why in the royal fuck am I talking to myself!"

Cain just shuck his head as he resumed too where he was heading. "Well at least I get to become a god now, I think." He wondered as he reached to light the first flame once more. When his hand was about to touch the sword to light the flame, he was suddenly lit on fire by it.

He then realized why he was chosen to light the flames. It was because needed something to feed off of in order to burn and he was what it needed to burn. "God fuuuucking daaaaaaaamnit!" Cain screamed as he burned alive.

He then heard a voice echo through his mind. "Your time has not come yet chosen one." Then in a flash of light he was no longer burning but not where he was second ago. It looked like a heavenly place a little to holy for him though to like.

He then looked around the strange place noticing a group of beings in front of him. He knew they weren't human right away by their size and looks. "Who the fuck are you guys?" Cain asked not truly caring. "We are the creator." they responded with powerful voices which would of made any mortal being tremble in fear of their power. The only reason Cain did not fear them was that he was fearless.

"Ok woppy do for you. Your soooo special." Cain responded while he was yawning out of boredom. "Listen well chosen undead we are not to be trifled with." One of the creators spoke slightly irritated by him. "Oh I'm so scared now." The chosen undead responded with as much sarcasm as he could get.

The oldest of these gods was a women who they seem to respect her. "Hello I am Mythral goddess of life." Her voice was gentle but powerful at the same time amazing him. "Chosen undead we offer you another chance at life when you were not an outcast."

Cain blinked at what she just said. 'Another chance at my old life, I know there's a catch but for what they are offering so wirth it.' Cain thought. "Okay but first" Cain started "What's the catch?" "The catch is you will be our hand when we need it. You will punish those who are evil. You are shield to protect the innocent. That is what we want out of you." The goddess said to him.

He started to think about what he should do. "It sounds like a fair deal but what if they betray me. No they saved me from suffering for ten thousand years. That alone binds me to do what they or my honor as a knight will be shamed. So ether way I have no other choice so why the hell not." "Alright I go along but if your gods then why do you need me?" " we need you because we can not do any thing about it. For we are bound here."

That was when Cain noticed the chains holding them captive. "Who can trap a group of powerful gods like this." "My own son did this to us. He desired power above all else to the point he was willing to imprison his own family." She said with sadness and a tear rolling down her check.

" What do you need me to do for you guys" Cain said pitying them and how helpless they were. "Our first task for you would be to go to the denrim and prevent a man who thinks he is above all from raping innocent people." This sent Cain in a small rage for people like that who goes around raping were one of the things that pissed him the fuck off. "Just take me to this bastered and I will rip off his head." Cain growled ready kill. Mythral gave him a thin smile. " you are already there." Before the chosen undead could respond a flash of white light blinded him. "fuuuuuuuck!" Cain screamed when the flash blinded him.

Will he save the day (yes) And what are the chances of any one reading this? Lets find out next time.