Hey, CorinnetheAnime is back! After a long hiatus, I am here with a new story. One story. This will be my single focus for this account. My Voice of Freedom is being handled by Donjusticia (with my help) and I'm redoing the whole ZarcxRay idea with a more serious tone than the parody universe. This is a very grave story, and most of the plot stems from an idea I had for quite a while now. If you wish to know the full extents of it, I have a Google Plus page (Corinne The Anime) that features art, posts, etc, and will have the origin of the story there.

Anyway, onto summaries and ratings. :)

Quote: Not all angels of light are good, nor are monsters of the dark all evil. If things were that black and white, why, this world would never even exist in the first place. However, there will come a day when that will be the case, when the Light will rise and the Darkness falls once and for all...that will be the day when you will fall, Zarc.

Rating: High PG-13/Teen for murder, attempted murder, extreme violence and gore, death, mental torture/psychological distress, character death, and two cases of implied attempted rape.

As a Christian, I stand that this is a very serious story, and that there are matters that I will be portraying here that are of a very sensitive and controversial nature. I will be handling these matters as the grave and serious sins they are, so I am warning the viewers now. If you are sensitive or uncomfortable with any of the following topics that will be featured here, please stop here at this point. Read this story at your own discretion. And also, this is a TRAGEDY. There will be some major character deaths, and it will be heart-breaking. You have been warned, if you are faint of heart or of stomach, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

Until next time, enjoy.

In the very beginning, before there was either man or animal, before there were skies or land or seas, before there were even stars, suns or any celestial bodies orbiting in the vast universe, before there was even the idea and limits of time and space...there were only two forces, two entities of unknown origins.

They alone existed in the quiet of the empty universe, the ancient supreme beings. Having no known beginning, nor any end, they were instead eternal deities, one of good and the other of evil. Yin and yang. Dark and Light. Benevolence and malevolence. Balance existed between them.

They were the first and greatest gods for many millennia; all else came after them, whether material or spiritual. Lesser deities and spirits branched out from their ancient roots, also carrying out their own roles in the newly born universe for many years. But they had conflicting goals.

In comparison to all else, these two deities were all-powerful, surpassing above all else in existence. With one as the creator of vast worlds and the other as the destroyer, there was an eternal battle between the two that lasted since the birth of time. They wrestled and turned in endless conflict with one another, always in opposition, warring each other by their clashing natures, with one of creation and peace and the other of hatred and endless destruction. Age by age their world-shattering fights never ceased, and the creation laying vulnerable beneath their influences suffered and groaned as a result.

That was the cycle of life in the old days, full of strife and conflict. The ancient gods respected one and hated the other, or made the evil their master and opposed the force of good. The gods started to battle each other, further dividing the hierarchy of the ancient deities. It became increasingly difficult for any sentient life to live in peace without taking a side.

But the destroyer had to be defeated no matter what. Later in time, it was named by many as the Light of Ruin, crafty and cunning in all of its ways. A celestial serpent of a sharp tongue, almost none matched its wiles and schemes to overthrow the enemy. Even the other evil gods, subjected to its power and influence, feared it greatly. They possessed no desire to confront its scorching power and hate lest they get burned.

For centuries it deceived others with a cloak of purity and holiness and all that is good, hiding its true nature. Inwardly it was wicked, destructive and wrathful, a creature of pure malice, a machine driven by hatred. It hate towards everything was so powerful that it eradicated anything it touched. It was a devil in disguise of an angel, evil under a façade of good and holiness.

Everything that passed through its sun-like rays, hoping to bathe in its glory and beauty with promises of immortality and power, were immediately burned and scorched to smoke and crisps. All that gazed upon its full glory were instead blinded forever. It spoiled what was good, and corrupted right to wrong with its twisted words. As a tsunami that washed a city away to piles of rubble and dirt amidst the waves, so was the fierce Light of Ruin that sought to obliterate all in its insatiable, never-ending path. It was the god of destruction.

No mortal could ever stand in its way. Civilizations, whole worlds, galaxies, all were inevitably devoured by its monstrous appetite, never satisfied. It raged against any organism, object, celestial body, and force that challenged and "mocked" its very existence.

And so it did. Again and again it toiled towards its goal, never stopping, never resting, till all that remained was itself and only itself. It boasted in its overwhelming strength and challenged all the other gods to fight, spreading discord across them. However, to fight against this chaotic light, against an indestructible force, a different entity with nobler, gracious intentions gathered its strength and braced itself and the universe from its relentless attacks.

This was the great and gentle-natured Darkness, a creative, merciful and kinder force, one that provided peace instead of war, life instead of death, and hope instead of despair. It was calm and quiet, meek yet strong and untameable, and benevolent. What the Light sought to destroy, the Darkness instead chose to create and protect, being the order to its enemy's chaos. Worlds were spoken into existence, both the physical universe and the spiritual kingdoms, and the god ruled over both. It was the highest existence, God in all of his dark glory, with intentions and motives both good and right for itself and for all. It was the only entity powerful enough to stop the Light, to match its strength and power in every way, and for many millennia that was exactly what it did.

Every age that passed by, at times when the barrier of space and time grew weak between worlds, the two powerful enemies would clash and fight in an endless war. At first they started off in equal strength and power, but then something changed. The Light would grow stronger and stronger as it influenced the world with hate, and the Darkness would only weaken after each encounter. Eventually, it grew to such a heart-pounding, amazing climax where the Darkness grew incredibly vulnerable due to the corruption, unable to defend its creation for much longer without suffering a deadly blow from the Light.

Wars erupted between man and spirit, and bloodshed was commonplace. This went against the Darkness' nature, and man's perceptions of its "evil" was starting to corrupt it. To save its own fate and the world's, the entity needed an external vessel upon which to focus all of its power on (as the Darkness had no physical body of its own), a single mortal soul with a willing heart that could take its essence without consequence.

After much contemplation and waiting until the right time, the answer came in the helpless, mortal form of a human boy, one who would use the force to stop the Light once and for all. It was unthinkable, that an almighty being who created the whole universe would fuse itself with such a weak and pitiful creature.

But that human boy, with those blazing and fiery golden eyes, the first Supreme King, was born into the world, a beacon of hope that would fight against the enemy and its influence. And with the power of the Darkness inside him, he came unseen, unheard, and unknown.

The Light was unaware of this astounding change.

Burdened with the weight of the Gentle Darkness's omnipotent power, destined to be the one to solely stop the Light or else perish, the vessel was not granted an easy life through this. He groaned under the pressure of the god's presence and the evil of the world which pushed against him; no young mortal could handle the sheer strength of it all. Nevertheless, once he was of age, the plan of the Darkness worked effectively, and the Light was caught by surprise when it faced not the inky black abyss of its massive foe, but rather the smaller form of a mortal man with the same, unrivaled strength and heart.

The king changed the world and freed it from the corruption, thus affecting the Light. With all of the sheer might of the Gentle Darkness dwelling inside a smaller vessel, its foe was unable to fight back against the amazing concentration of power. Through the Supreme King came a victory for the forces of good, as well as another age of darkness and justice that would protect the mortal and spirit worlds from evil. The other gods were also subjected under the rules and authority of the Darkness, and those who opposed its power, desiring to cause more havoc, were sealed away.

Justice was finally served. Peace existed once more, and the Light was left in more hatred than ever before.

Its pride wounded, the entity lashed against its enemy and brooded over its own defeat, not solely for defying its power. The black god DARED to use an inferior lifeform, a piece of DIRT formed from the earth, to foil its plans. How dare the Darkness mock its power and glory by using SCUM?!

It was UNFORGIVABLE!

Even with the Darkness' choice of using a vessel, it didn't stop the Light from confronting them again and again, determined more than ever to take them down permanently. The universe continued to cycle through eras of peace and war as the two enemies battled tenaciously for control.

Age after age came a new ruler reincarnated by the Darkness, his shoulders burdened for one purpose: a life of battle against the ancient foe. Soon the danger of the Light led to the vessels needing protectors so as to keep them safe from early exposure to its attacks, which came in the form of various fiends that dwelled the earth. They were poisoned by the Light and its nature to do its bidding, prisoners to its will to end the vessel prematurely.

Among the first of the king's protectors was the legend of Haou and his guardian, Yubel. Others were less willing to succumb to it, or even unaware of the powers that they inwardly possessed, as was the case of the most recent Supreme King, Judai Yuki.

But no matter what, their purpose was always the same: to stop the Light from destroying the Darkness and all that it created, break its control on the universe, and to bring an era of peace and safety. That was their only reason to live. And those who fulfilled it died shortly afterwards.

At one point in history, in the previous battle of the two gods, the power of the deity through the Supreme King was able to imprison the Light between the fabrics of space and time itself. The god was bound in strong chains composed of darkness and then hurtled into the spiraling abyss, the one place where nothing could escape, not even light itself. To further seal its fate, the sacred Darkness split the one power that could release the Light.

Due to the nature of its prison, the Light's control on the universe and spirits significantly weakened, and the shining devil vowed in unholy anger that someone would find the power needed to break it free from its prison in the next allotted age. It used the same trick: that a mortal, corrupted and cursed with its power, would defeat the Supreme King and take his throne for all eternity.

The prophecy was set right before it was fully sealed, the key to its prison having being divided and scattered among the vast universe.

Even with its foe finally under control, its wrathful vow troubled the Darkness greatly. It took action to make sure that no mortal would physically be able to enter the inter-dimensional realm where the Light was imprisoned, no matter how powerful they may be physically. However, there was no stopping their future conflict; the black hole wouldn't last forever, no matter how strong it was.

And so, all of time came crashing down to this last battle, the pinnacle of the war between the forces of good and evil, of Darkness and Light, the final fight that determined the fate and future of gods, men, and spirits...

Soon the age of the new Supreme King arrived swiftly, as the vulnerable newborn with gold eyes pierced the air with his shrill cries and shrieks. The last known vessel in the era of mankind had come.

The Light had had enough of its countless defeats and cowardice flees, still enraged at being trapped in its own cage with no success in escaping. So with the little influence it had on the world and its inhabitants, it waited and waited for the right mortal to corrupt with its limited power, concocting a plan so cruel and dastardly, a plan so incredibly unforgivable, a plan to break free from its prison and make sure that the Darkness and its vessel would be defeated once and for all...

A plan to have the Supreme King destroy the Gentle Darkness himself.

And then, one day...the Light found its willing vessel.

In each dimension, there are four boys, each possessing a dragon,

But they all give way for the evil inside them as it awakens,

His blazing gaze set on burning everything to the ground...

I'm going with a short prologue just to give a brief introduction and exposition of what we're dealing with here. I'm bringing back the Gentle Darkness and the Light of Ruin into this story, because I think it would be interesting to have them involved in Arc-V. So expect some huge plot twists and all that as we move onward.

Also, here is the first question: how will the Gentle Darkness and Light of Ruin be involved in the story?

Till next time, this is CTA out, and God is good! :)