Dawn of Demons

Chapter I: Depiction of a world

Many years have passed since I forgot but now I want to remember, remember a story that awoke my senses… but I forgot, forgot to find someone worthy to hear and understand it, now I have found that which I ceased to seek, it was right here and I am ashamed for never thinking of the possibility that the stone is enough, it will last, it will "keep" for an eternity… it doesn't seem that much but for generations to come it will be enough. I will start with the middle, I will tell about the land that shaped me and how I shaped it.

Far across the endless Mercury ocean the land of Mercania took shape, once a beautiful place but now a land of conflict between a violent plague of monstrous denizens and the hopeless race of human dogs, a war between man and monster, between good and evil, or so they claim, but I'd say between a mindless animal and a brighter one.

It was the oldest conflict yet, a war that started with the birth of the Lhyar plague, a "condition" that corrupted humans turning them into frenzied demon-like creatures. This plague was believed to be the work of all demons trying to overthrow the humans from their kingdoms, so thus entire human empires joined under one banner and waged war, helped in many situations by the mystical civilization known as the Krael, they prevailed as much as they could against the growing masses of demonic creatures, but even so humans have continued to loose on all frontiers, their giant fortresses falling to decay and finally their alliances turning to ashes.

In the midst of the fourth legacy of Nathriel, under the command of Grand Commander Voltor, a young man that took leadership when all others ran, he managed to drive the demons from their lands pushing them far away into the Forlon domain. It was a great victory for the human's kingdom of Nathriel and the Krael which had their establishment deep in Metriolance forest.

Peace and quiet arrived in the southern land of Mercania and all was perfect until one day when masses of dreadful Viridani lizards attacked and wiped all the human villages, thus the plains of Kel'Mioven burned in another war.

The drums of war between the two races started beating a few months back and ever since the first blow, the battle waged day and night with countless lives wasted, until one day when fires were put down, arms were sheeted and the last lizards fell to their knees, gutted by crusaders.

All the remaining human forces gathered around Voltor, which was personally leading the assault; they were waiting for a speech. He was standing on top of a rock with his colossal axe upon his shoulder, looking at his men and counting how many escaped. The terrible truth was that this victory had been won with great sacrifices and almost all forces that were sent to the front lines either got tore apart, eaten or are now fighting deadly poisons in their body.

"My brothers… today we finally banished our enemies, although we lost many, we won the safety of our home, of our families and our worthless emperor that ensured we would not get the Krael support" shouted Volor.