Disclaimer: I do not own Black Clover as it belongs to its respective owner. For entertainment purposes.


Prologue

Once upon a time when the world was still new,

There existed two Kings worshipped as Gods.


The first King was good and gracious.

He was known as the God of Mana and blessed the world with light.

He created a race of divine creatures with pieces of his radiance.

These graceful and wise beings would become known as the Fae.


The second King was wicked and vicious.

He was known as the God of Ki and cursed the world with darkness.

In his jealousy over the God of Mana, he created a race of monsters with shards of his shadow.

These twisted and tainted forms that would haunt the realm became known as the Fiends.


To prevent his malice from spreading further, the God of Mana declared war on the God of Ki.

The ensuing conflict would split the fragile realm at its seams.

As the land soaked in the blood, a third species came into creation.

These impure creatures of neither dark nor light would become known as the Mortals.


The war came to take the lives of many Fae and Fiends alike.

To prevent the world from being completely destroyed during their final clash,

The God of Mana separated both their bodies and souls in the heavens.

Their abandoned forms became the Sun and the Moon that gazed at the world below.


Yet the God of Ki's spirit could not rest and thus neither could the God of Mana's.

With most of their creatures destroyed, they turned to the Mortals to finish their plight.

Each chose a champion to gain their blessings via a pact of blood and soul.

Yet their forms could not fully adapt to either Kings' power.


As the champion of Ki, the Mortal was transformed into what would be known as a Devil.

They spread the God of Ki's will throughout the land and created Vampires with the last of his blood.

Under the tainted light of the Moon, their powers grew as they tormented the land.

They came to establish the Kingdom of Dusk with the champion as the Blood King.


As the champion of Mana, the Mortal was transformed into what would be known as an Angel.

They spread the God of Mana's will throughout the land and created Elves with the last of his blood.

Under the blessed light of the Sun, their powers grew as they protected the land.

They came to establish the Kingdom of Dawn with the champion as the Soul King.


The war waged on even as the two champions did not.

Despite their own blessings, their bodies could not last forever as they were still of Mortal creation.

Instead the Pact of the True Kings was passed to each champion's chosen descendant.

And so, the eternal war continued century by century, heir by heir.


Until in the era of Twilight, one of the Soul King's descendants finally accomplished their sacred task.

In the champions' final battle against one another, his last attack met its fatal mark.

With a thrust of his mighty sword, he stabbed the last Blood King's heir in the heart.

As the last drop of the wicked blood fell, the man became cemented in legend as:

"The Blood Conqueror"


Author's Note:

Please forgive all the lines in this as I was trying to make it a bit easier to read. Unfortunately, I have yet to learn how to make the word editor in Fanfiction accept double spacing without deleting the extra lines when I hit save.