Part 1 Rise of Mundus

Prologue

The world was born from Darkness…..

Unending Darkness, a crucible of chaos…….

Evil reigned supreme in this wasteland of turmoil……

But even to that primordial existence there came a ray of Light.

The universe was eventually split into two. The Darkness became the realm of demons and the Light became the domain of humans. These two worlds existed for what seemed like an eternity….

Then one day, the Lord of the demon world, Mundus, decided that since the two worlds were once one, they shall be so again. However it was then that another demon arose in defense of humanity….

His name was Sparda….

But this is not how or when the story of Sparda or Mundus began. In order to delve into the origins of Sparda and Mundus, we must look into the rule of another demon, Argosax the Chaos.

His rule was unmatched, his will, unjust. In the depths of Hell, Argosax ruled over all demons while sitting on his throne of hypocrisy. His ruthless hordes scowled around in darkness living out an existence seemingly without meaning or purpose. Hell was a barren wasteland and a thick cloud of hatred and sorrow hung eminently throughout its darkest corners. It was in this place that Argosax ruled and in this place his word held enough weight to upset the balance of the cosmos. However he was not an ambitious ruler. He made the biggest mistake that any King could ever make, he became complacent.

Uninterested in doing anything else, Argosax was satisfied with his current reign and his legions of followers. But there were those who were not complacent; those who looked at the throne with envious eyes.

Unbeknownst to Argosax, Hell was buzzing with rumors of an overthrow. All demons who spoke of it said so ever so softly, knowing that the very thought of such things could mean their doom. However there were those who spoke boldly, those who did not fear the retribution for such treason but instead relished in the idea of its spoils.

In the darkest depths of Hell, they made their plans……

The piercing sounds of swords colliding could be heard off in the distance. A smoky red cloud filled this apparent battle ground in the center of a broken down coliseum-like structure. Several on-lookers surrounded this one man spectacle, their glowing eyes appearing like flickering candles in the darkness.

Many figures filled this battle ground, fighting and grunting, attempting to take down the lone figure that stood at the very center of this madness. The sword he held was almost larger than him with a very sharp blade covered by an organic material with a large, multifaceted gem in the middle of it. However this was not the only amazing thing about this creature. He bore two pairs of insect like wings on his back and had very large horns curving downward, contouring his armored shoulders.

This demon was beastly in appearance but yet seemed to stand out from the other, more menacing demons that surrounded him; some appeared similar to humanoid goats with their very flesh ripped off, others were even more beastly, appearing closer to mutilated animals than humans.

As the surrounding demons closed in and attacked, their cries and moans bellowed throughout as the winged demon slayed them all with ease. Blood, effluvium, and strange demonic fluids rained down on the battlefield, covering the demon from head to toe but he stood there as if nothing was occurring at all. Then, he spoke:

"Are you going to come back out or do I have to come get you?"

Then, from the shadows of one of the dark archways came a figure; massive in stature and size, this grayish demon resembled a mutated skeleton of sorts surrounded by an aura of blue and white smoke. He wielded a massive broadsword that seemed to shimmer in blue moonlight, even longer than the sword of the winged demon.

The winged demon seemed pleased with the reemergence of this sword wielding behemoth and stood ready for attack. Suddenly the larger demon made a charge and extended his sword forward, causing it to magically grow and length and size. Just as the sword is about to crash into the body of the winged demon, he cleverly side steps and thrust his sword upward hard, knocking the behemoths sword up into the air and leaving him open for attack. Faster than the eye could see, the winged demon had smashed the side of his blade hard into the chest of the monster, knocking him to the ground.

Suddenly two other demons emerged from the shadows appearing like barbaric warriors, one wielding a large spiked hammer, the other a huge sharp axe. They appeared to be ready to attack the winged demon but before they could make a move, the behemoth spoke:

"Freki, Geri stop!!"

The two beastly demons paused in their tracks and began to back away slowly. The winged demon stood over the monster in arrogance, the tip of his sword mere inches away from the monsters face and as he stood in victory, the large crowd of on-looking demons, stirred with many notions and conjecture

I heard he is the best swordsman Hell has ever seen…

I heard he trained himself from birth….

He will make a great general one day…..

As the spectacle began to die down, the on-lookers began to scurry away, going back to their dwellings in Hell. The battle was over and all its participants had left. However, the winged demon remained, appearing very focused as he whipped his sword around in circles very precisely, apparently practicing right after his effortless battle.

Then, from the crumbling stands came a figure. Standing slightly taller than the winged demon, this figure appeared to be a creature not fit for a place such as Hell; completely made of whitish grey stone, he wore a majestic long robe and his solid hair appeared to have been sculpted, curling around his strong jaw and stone face fitted with an extra eye in the center of his forehead.

He walked slowly and suspiciously towards the winged demon, almost as if he was acknowledging his abilities. As he came not ten feet away from the winged demon he was halted by the demons sword, extended right before his third eye. The winged demon peered into the eyes of the stone demon indicating that he had come too close and should quickly back off. Then a look of slight familiarity ran across the face of the winged demon and he spoke

"Mundus."

The other demon flashed a devilish grin and replied:

"So I see you've heard of me"

The winged demon did not reply but instead stared coldly into the other demons eyes and waited for him to say his piece.

"You are the one they call Sparda. It is said that you are a great swordsman and from what I have seen I must agree. Hell has not seen a swordsman of your caliber in centuries"

The demon made of stone appeared to be getting more comfortable as he began circling the winged demon at a slow pace, his hands clasps tightly behind his back.

"With your skill, you could prove most…persuasive in attracting a large following……."

As he says this, the winged demon brings up his sword in caution.

"Hmm. No need to be defensive, I am not your enemy. However there are those who may become jealous of your talents. Those who you despise"

The winged demon then let down his guard and planted his sword in the ground at his side. Then he spoke:

"What are you getting at?"

Apparently pleased with this reaction, the stone demon then said his piece:

"Under the shadow of tyranny there is not much that only one can do. However, if one's will is strong enough……."

The stone demon let his words trail off intentionally, hoping that the winged demon would begin to think. He continued:

"Some of us say and don't do but when I speak, fiat voluntas mea (my will is done)…."

A grin was clear on his face as he now stood directly in front of the winged demon.

"Come, young Sparda, I have a proposition for you….."