Burthorpe burned in the distance as the cart lumbered forward, filled with the members of the special squad that were still alive. No one had questioned me for killing Sergeant Cleaver, it only reinforced that horribly dismembering people was the right thing to do. My sword had broken during the fight, and I had no weapon to fight with, the other members of the special squad refused to provide me with a new one, saying that I should just steal one from a dead body.

We reached Taverley, a town also controlled by The King's Death, to link up with a convoy headed to the capital of The King's Death's territory, Varrock. In the wake of the end of the second God wars, the kingdom of Misthalin experienced a violent revolution. The king, who wanted to expand its borders, was killed, the group who accomplished this started calling themselves 'The King's Death'. They rose to political prominence in Misthalin, and swiftly absorbed the other rebel groups, hence the 'clan' was born, seeking to take over all of Gielinor. The trip took a week, when we reached the outskirts of Varrock, a group of protesters blocked our path.

"Make way! Make way!" The driver yelled at the mob.

"We refuse to live under your tyranny anymore!" one of the protesters yelled in response.

I stand and step off the cart, then approach the mob, the people in it looked scared, probably suicidal vagrants, I think to myself as I stand face to face with the apparent leader of the mob.

"Death by asphyxiation is a painful way to go, unless you wish to experience it, I recommend you move." I say to him, my voice a monotone.

"We aren't scared of you anymore!" He yells in reply.

I lick my teeth, then wrapped my hands around his throat, he struggles, but he's weak compared to me.

"Then we'll do this the hard way!" I scream, laughing as the man struggled against my hands.

The other members of the special squad jump from the cart, and sink their weapons into the other protesters. By the time the man in my hands is dead, the entire mob has been slaughtered blood runs down the street. I drop the body of the man I had just strangled, then I get a thought in my head, we should make an example of this.

"String them up in the trees, make sure the rope goes through their bodies make it look painful." I say, licking my lips, my eyes darting around from body to body.

"And who put you in charge!" One of the psychos says, pointing at me with his bloodied claws.

I walk up to him, he's a rather short man with bones dangling from a necklace around his neck he wore a mask. I don't even hesitate to snap his neck, the rest of psychos laugh, sizing up the man's body, like you would a beast for the cooking. I take his claws, these will work nicely, I think to myself, I continue to walk into Varrock while the other psychos proceeded to cut up the man I had killed. We continue on to Varrock palace not long after, a gruesome warning left behind us as to what happens when one defies The King's Death. We enter the palace to be met by the general in charge of managing the special squad, General Plexus Strap.

"Welcome to Varrock!" he says as we enter the palace.

Plexus is the same man who conscripted me into the special squad, his cloak was ornate, his gilded armour shown brilliantly in the light. As I get a better look at him, I realize that he's not human, he's an elf his ears are ever so slightly pointed. His eyes are filled with the same longing to kill that I had seen when he examined me after I strangled that man.

"It's good to see that you've all made it alright, but who would attack the special squad?" He says, smiling evilly.

"A group of suicidal hobos." I answer almost sarcastically.

His face immediately fills with anger, he obviously doesn't like being talked back to when I look behind me the psychos show something I haven't seen from them before, fear.

"Oh really?" He says, his voice dripping with malice, "And what is your name recruit?"

"My name is Sui… no, my name is Chi." I say, my mind struggling to choose between the names.

"Suiro…" The General whispers, "They renamed you did they?"

"Yes we did sir, it's what we do with all new recruits." A man from behind me says.

The General doesn't even hesitate to impale him with some kind of dagger on a chain, the man lets out a gasp, then falls to the ground.

"I asked him, not you." He says, pulling the dagger back under his cloak, "All of you are to wait in that room over there." The General points to a room just to the right, "The council will be discussing where you would be best utilized next."

The General catches my shoulder as I begin to move toward the room, he whispers in my ear,

"Kill them all, and prove your loyalty to The King's Death."

I smile in agreement, then proceed into the room, the inside of the room is a chapel, dedicated to Saradomin it obviously hasn't been used in a while. Some of the psychos sit down, others go to destroy some of the holy symbols left on the altar, I stand for a few moments in front of the altar. Then I kill them all, my body moves with speed and agility none of the other psychos can match, it's over within 10 minutes. I sit down on the altar, one foot on the ground, one on the altar, and begin licking the blood off my claws. About 2 hours later, General Plexus returns, with another man in tow, his rank appears to be 'General Commander'.

"This is the prowess of the Descendant!" Plexus says, spreading his arms to the gruesome scene inside the room, "With him on our side we will win this war!"

"I see what you mean, but did you really have to have him kill the special squad?" the man says, covering his nose with his hand.

"Oh don't go covering your nose now commander…" I say, my voiced laced with the unstable emotions swirling around my head, "Breath it in, embrace it, embrace the insanity!"

I burst into a laugh, General Plexus joins in not long after the man next to him however, looks terrified.

"What have you done to him?" he says, staring at me with a horrified expression on his face.

"We did what was necessary, and now we have him on our side, that's all that matters right?" Plexus says to the man, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know what disgusts me more, what you've turned him into, or what you had him do just know." The man says, trying to pull away from Plexus, Plexus grips his shoulder even tighter.

"Chi, why don't you come over here and teach our guest a lesson about humility…"

I speak no words as I walk across the chamber, as I get closer the man struggles even more, when I reach, the terror in his eyes is pure ecstasy. I slowly rub the side of my right index claw down his face, he has tears in his eyes I lick my lips as I sink my claw into his shoulder. He doesn't scream initially, I drive the claw further into his shoulder.

"You don't have to do this!" He screams.

"Oh but I do, I have no other purpose but to do this…" I whisper as I pull the claw free, "My only purpose in this world is to kill weaklings like yourself!"

I laugh as I decapitate him with my claws, his corpse hits the ground with a satisfying thump, I look at Plexus he gives me a nod of approval. They ship me almost immediately to the front lines they sent me in first, to disorient the enemy before the main force struck. I was incredibly successful in the job that I had been given, they promoted me quickly, but I didn't really care, all that mattered was the thrill of the kill.

1207 PC, late autumn

A cold wind blew through the air, it was getting on toward winter, I had completed 27 missions successfully, and had a death toll of 2,299 people. My classification within The King's Death military force was 'Assassin', they gave me orders, but I did not always have to follow them. I walked down the path toward Ardougne, my current mission was to kill the king of Kandarin, who was, according to intelligence, staying in Ardougne. My eyes were locked in the direction of Ardougne, but I hadn't eaten in 2 days, and my vision would occasionally blur for a split second, off in the distance there seemed to be someone standing, watching me. The figure vanished when I blinked, there shouldn't be anyone out here I think to myself as I push forward, the figure appeared again, this time closer to me.

I decided that it was a hallucination from the lack of food, as the sun sets in the distance I set up a makeshift shelter to sleep in. In the morning, I get back to the path, and come across a hut, with smoke rising from its chimney, I go in through the window, startling the person inside. He wore a blue and white cloak with a scale and a set of crossed swords on it, I held up my claws, but hesitated to kill him. What is happening to me? I think as I lunge at him, he's not as helpless as he appears, he dodges my strike, and my claws sink into the wall. He casts a spell, suddenly my body can't move anymore, I grit my teeth as I stare at him, anger rising in my stomach.

"I will use your skin as a coat for this!" I yell at him.

"Would you now?" He replies, staring at me with eyes that seemed to see right through me.

"Why are you staring at me!?" I scream in agitation.

"Trying to get a good look at the Descendant, and what they've turned you into." He replies, sitting down at a table, and sipping some tea he materialized in his hand, "You probably don't know who I am, or the clan that I belong to, do you?"

"Release me old man!" I yell, annoyed at his query.

"I am Aethenous, leader of The Loyal Elite." He says, taking another sip of his tea.

"Do I look like I give a damn who you are?!"

"No, but that's all the more reason to introduce myself." He says, placing his tea down, and picking up a book next to it, "We're not going to let The King's Death kill the king of Kandarin."

"How did you know that was my mission?" I ask, surprised by his statement.

"Well, why else would 'Chi the Bloodthirsty' be dispatched to this part of Gielinor, it's certainly not the frontlines, and since The King's Death is primarily concerned with ending the lineage of monarchies, it would make sense that you would be on a mission of assassination to Ardougne." Aethenous says, looking up briefly from his book.

An hour passes before much of anything else happens, after an hour, a knock comes at the door, when Aethenous answers it a man in Royal Dragon hide armour enters.

"I knew an Aethenous many years ago who was in control of The Loyal Elite, you wouldn't happen to be related to him by chance?" He says, sitting down in a chair opposite Aethenous.

"Aethenous is both a name and a title bestowed upon the selected leader of The Loyal Elite, thus the likelihood of I myself being related to the Aethenous you knew, is slim." Aethenous replies, "I am Aethenous the 89th, 90th leader of The Loyal Elite."

"Interesting, didn't know that." The man replies, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Would you please cut the chit chat and tell me why you haven't killed me yet?" I say to the 2 men sipping tea.

The one in the Royal Dragon hide seemed to darken a little when he hears my voice, he stands and turns to look at me. His face is filled with a fiery anger, he holds up his hand, and suddenly my body moves against my will, he sits me down in a nearby chair, then ties me up and removes my claws. He pulls up a chair in front of me, and sits down, his arms crossed, staring at me intently.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks after a long moment.

"I do not, why would I?" I answer, my head seems to hurt a bit when he asks.

"What have they done to you?" he almost whispers, his face softening a little.

"They've shown me who I am!" I say, gritting my teeth in a smile.

"This is not who you are." The man replies, placing his hand on my head.

He closes his eyes for a moment, when he opens them, he has tears in his eyes he unties the ropes, and walks to the table with the tea on it.

"Aethenous, undo the binding spell and run, he needs to see this through for himself, so commands the Saviour." The man says, hastily finishing his tea.

"I do not place religious trust in the Saviour, but knowing his name from the ancient texts of my clan, I will abide by his wishes." Aethenous replies, the man in the Royal Dragon hide vanishes.

"It would seem my life is at an end, I am just glad that it will be by the hands of a man descended from *******." Aethenous says, his voice seems to mute when he says the name, then smiling he raised his hand to undo the binding spell.

I shredded his frail body in a split second, he never screamed, nor did he show any sign of fear, he smiled even after his head lay on the ground. I ate the food in his hut, then continued on my way to Ardougne, but the thought that plagued my mind was the identity of that man in the Royal Dragon hide. It took me another day to reach Ardougne, when I reached it, the king was holding a rally for peace he was wearing white robes, and held a sign of Saradomin. The white robes showed the blood quite spectacularly, I took the sign of Saradomin as a trophy of the mission, his guards came at me. None of them were a match for me, I easily killed them, and began running for the gates of the city they were closing them.

I placed the sign around my neck, using the cord attached to it, then used my claws to quickly scale the wall of Ardougne. I ran for an hour to get out of range of the city, and hide, when I hid I took out the sign I had taken, it was a silver 4 pointed star. Everyone knew that the gods had been banished from Gielinor, but still churches dedicated to them existed, and in some cases thrived. This star had come to represent more than Saradomin, many saw it as a sign of peace, and was used by those who wished for the clan wars to end. I don't know why, but I put the sign of Saradomin back on, and placed it under my shirt, the decision almost felt as though someone had manipulated me to do it.

As I drifted into sleep in the small cave I had hid in, a figure appeared at the edges of my vision same as the figure I had seen on my way to Ardougne. I tried to bring myself to alertness, but for some reason I couldn't, I could however make out some details about the man. He was dressed in simples clothes, clothes a farmer might wear, he had a dagger strapped to his belt, and a brown, worn cloak, flying from his back. I don't know why, but seeing him, seemed to calm me, I could just barely manage to keep myself in a state of semi-alertness. The figure walked toward me, as he did, his clothes changed, slowly getting more intricate as he approached me, by the time he reached me, he was dressed in ornate Dragon plate armour.

He began to reach out with his hand, kneeling as he did, I tried to bat his hand away, but I was so tired I could barely move. He stroked my face, his face was aged and weathered, on his right eye shown brilliantly the sign of Saradomin. As he continued to be close to me, I felt hot tears begin in my eyes, slowly, I fell asleep the cold of the world didn't seem to affect me anymore.

"Sleep well Suiro." A voice said as the world faded to black.

1208 PC, early spring

Flowers were often used as a way to tell someone how you felt about them, red flowers to woo a girl, white flowers at a wedding. I preferred white flowers, they showed blood the best, I lunged the right flank of my opponent with my claws, he blocked. I tried slashing across his front, again he managed to block again, I continued moving forward, forcing him to take a step or 2 back.

"You're good!" I yell, a manic smile plastered across my face.

"As are you!" the knight responds.

I speed up my attacks, my claws connected with his weapons multiple times in a second, eventually I managed to find a gap in his defence. I shot my right claw through the gap, and pull it across his purely defended side, blood flew to land on the white flowers that covered the ground on which we fought. He screamed, and fell to one knee, clutching his side, I stopped my attack, and stood above him, trying to catch my breath, he looked up at me I could see his terrified eyes through his visor.

"You are a good warrior, I take no pleasure in doing this." I say as I swiftly slit his throat, "Find peace in the afterlife."

I don't know how long I had been fighting for The King's Death, the days seemed to blur together, the pleasure I had had once had in killing was gone. Now it had simply become part of the job, kill, report, kill, report, it had become a tedious cycle, the days seemed grey. I walked down the path from Edgeville to Varrock, the flowers were in full bloom they made the air sweet and it was awful.

Infantrymen walked by me, weary, but returning to the front, they saluted me as I passed them, I tried to ignore them. Varrock came into view, a wall was being constructed around the city, to turn it into a city fortress I walked past the construction crew, all of them slaves. General Plexus was in his office as usual, writing reports about my activities across Gielinor, I had become his most priced asset as a general. He saw me enter, and placed down his paper, standing and in a swift motion, gliding around his desk, to my side. He wraps his arms around me, in a sexual manner, then slowly began moving his hand down my front, I hated it.

"Welcome back, Chi…" He says, his voice filled with lust.

"I have eliminated the last of the old knights of Misthalin, General." I report.

"Oh, no need to be so formal Chi." He says, reaching for my belt.

"Formality maintains order." I say, the tone of my voice depressing.

"Would things be different if I was a women?" Plexus asks, reaching under my cloak to undo my belt.

"Your gender makes no difference in your position, order must be maintained." I reply, restraining myself from disembowelling him.

"Oh you're no fun at all." Plexus says, pulling away.

"Fun is not a part of the job." I answer, coldly.

"Well whatever, your next assignment is to find a way to kill King Arthur XVII, is has been a pain in our side for ages, take him out with extreme prejudice." Plexus says, returning to his desk.

As I turn to leave, a man enters the room, he passes me awkwardly, as I leave he begins talking to Plexus, I decide to listen in for a moment.

"…Supposedly he's been holed up in Keldagrim since Asgarnia fell…"

Who? I think trying not to look too conspicuous.

"…Sure he can change genders?" Plexus says to the man, hearing it I know exactly what he's talking about.

"…Can, but there is no guarantee that the potion will work..."

I quickly walk away as one of Plexus's advisers approach the door, it doesn't matter, I think, it doesn't affect me at all. I push the thought out of my mind and start thinking about the mission, Camelot was a long way away, in the kingdom of Kandarin. It used to be a massive kingdom, but centuries diminished it, the royal family however still had considerable influence over Kandarin. The kingdom would fall, and it would be by my hand, and my claws, The King's Death would reign supreme, no matter how many people had to die.

"You didn't always think like that." Says a voice from behind me.

"Who are you?" I say, remembering the hut.

"You already know who I am, Suiro, pull the name out of that mess that you call a mind!" The man says, grabbing my shoulder, and trying to turn me around.

I whip around, and slash his face, he's obiviously caught offguard, because he falls to the ground, blood gushing from the wound. I stare at him with eyes filled with bloodlust, my right claws dripping with the blood of the man who thought I knew his name. He stares up at me with a mix of surprise, and anger.

"I DON'T KNOW YOU." I say, turning to go rent a horse.

"…You shouldn't have done that…" The man whispers, I almost don't hear it.

Suddenly, I feel a presence like a thousand demons standing behind me, then I feel a sword impale my chest. I gasp for air, then realize, that there is no sword in my chest, my hand flies to my chest, the feeling taking a while to dissipate. I turn around, fear the only emotion in my mind, my claws cut up my robes, and clank against my armour as I grip my chest. Behind me is a demon, no, a god, power seems to pulsate from every bit of his body, tiny ripples of energy form and run across the ground. He stares up at me, his eyes glow red, his right arm glows with the power of a forgotten god and suddenly I see the city suddenly destroyed.

"How…?" I say, as I drop to my knees, suddenly the city is restored, as though nothing ever happened, "…Who are you…?"

"I am Doom, Leader of The Reapers, and the last survivor of the age before the clan wars!" He says, his power cracking the ground around him, "People know me as Devarius Hex now, but it does not diminish the fact that I still possess the power of Ares!"

Sudddenly a knife on a chain strikes Doom, the power around him evaporates, and he drops to his knees. His arm goes limp, and becomes a sickly shade of grey, he seems to be struggling for real, Plexus stands in front of him he pulls the knife from Doom's shoulder. Doom winces then falls to the ground, I stand and approach Plexus, my body shaking uncontrollably, he stands over Doom, a smile on his face.

"Why… why…?" I stammer, staring at the unconscious body.

"I just saved your life Chi, you owe me a lot more now." Plexus says, patting my shoulder, "Or maybe one favour… you can pay me back later."

I piss myself, then pass out, for the first time in a year I dream, I'm in a forge I'm pounding a piece of hot iron. Then suddenly the fire from the forge begins engulfing the building, it doesn't hurt me, but everything else seems to burn. As the fire engulfs my vision, I see a face, the face seems familiar it's the face of a man, a wealthy one by the look of it his eyes become bloodshot, blood drips from his nose.

Then everything is black, but I see faces, hundreds of faces, all them in pain and agony, blood gushes from each of their mouths, and pools on the ground. It falls over me, I raise my hands, and look down at my body, I'm covered in blood, it keeps falling the ground is an ocean of blood. I stare at the black sky, the faces are nothing but skulls now, grim stars in an oblivion the scene fills me with fear. I start screaming, uncontrollably, I wake with a start, I'm in The King's Death's military hospital, Plexus is nowhere to be found, nor is Doom. I get up, it's midday, I get the doctor's attention and not long after they discharge me, finding nothing physically wrong with me, but my mind feels different.

Who am I? I think to myself as I walk through the back alleys of Varrock, maybe my name wasn't Chi, but then what was it? I walk into a tavern, the establishment is known to be a rebel hideout, but I'm not going in to kill rebels, I'm going in to get a drink. I enter slowly, inside the light is dim, and the air smells of drink, and vomit, everyone inside stops what they're doing to look at me. I continue to walk in, several hide their faces I take a seat on one of the barstools, the bartender stares at me with a look of anger for a second before walking over to me. When he does, several patrons leave, obviously they think I'm here to rat them out, filth, all of them, I think to myself.

"What can I get you, sir?" The bartender says, keeping a cautionary distance.

"I'll have a bottle of whiskey, at half price of course." I say, suddenly I feel slightly angry at myself, "Actually, on second thought, I'll take it at full price."

"Sir, you're a member of The King's Death, you're entitled to a 50% discount on all products and services." The bartender says, his anger barely hidden.

"Fine, then sell it at half price, I don't really give a damn anyway." I say, annoyed at myself, and the bartender.

"Very good sir." He says, walking away to fetch a bottle.

The room is utterly silent, not the pianist is playing, I hear the faint, but distinct sound of weapons drawing. I turn around on the stool, and look at them, all of the patrons have some sort of blade ready, surrounding me. One of them approached me, his face had scars on it, from my claws, his cloak was a tattered blue and white rag with a scale and a set of crossed swords on it.

"You killed Aethenous." He says, levelling a sword at my throat, "I should kill you right here, but that would only lower me to your level."

"Oh please, slit my throat right now, I insist, I deserve after everything I've done.

He stands there for a moment confused, then gets ready to slash at me, I don't intend to block and counter, but before I know what I'm doing, he's lying on the floor dead.

"Anybody else want a turn? I warn you I can't control my reflexes…" I say, staring solemnly at the dead man before me, "If you attack me, my body will react, and kill you."

There is no hesitation in the movements of the patrons of the bar, I didn't want to kill them, but I couldn't stop myself. I slaughter them, blood stains the walls of the tavern, I sit back down on the barstool, why must this always happen? I think to myself. The bartender comes back from the supply room with a bottle in hand, not noticing the carnage in his bar, he places it harshly in front of me.

"And here we have a bottle of the–" He stops as he notices the scene, his face fills with fear, and he backs away.

"You're not in any danger, but I'll take the whiskey and leave." I say, standing and taking the whiskey out of the tavern.

I drink the bottle in a dark alley just off the main street, vagrants, flee through the gates under false pretences almost all day. But I don't care about them, they don't matter, nothing matters, not after everything I'd done, but why am I only now, starting to feel guilty? I think to myself. I wake up the next day laying on a couch, I sit up, my head is killing me, and the nausea it brutal, but I manage to keep down whatever was left in my stomach.

When I start to look around the room, I realize I'm in a brothel, or what's left of one, everything inside is dead. My clothes are stained with blood, bodies are strung up in the rafters just more bodies for the kill count, I think, what the hell is wrong with me?

"It is not what is wrong with you, it is what you have allowed yourself to become." Says a voice from somewhere in the room.

"Who are you?" I ask to the empty room, "And show yourself."

A figure appears before me, dressed in ornate dragon plate, his hair his black, and covers one of his eyes, he has a goatee. His right eye is white, not blind, but white, his other is a startling shade of blue both seem to the eyes of an old man. His cloak is blue and white, with a scale and a phoenix on it, I look up at him he almost looks like me, almost.

"You!" I yell, remembering the incident from over a year ago, "Who the hell are you!?"

"I am the Saviour." He says, the world seems to quiet down at the mention of his name, anticipating what he has to say, "And you've fallen a long way to get here."

"Tell me something I don't know." I mutter, looking for something alcoholic in the pile of bottles sitting by the couch.

"They're going to kill Doom." He says, crossing his arms, "They've been looking for him for a long time, and you made him reveal himself."

"He didn't have to use his god powers!" I yell angry with the man before me.

"He had an obligation to, because of the god he received his powers from." The Saviour answers, staring at me with anger in his eyes, "Ares was a war god, it was considered cowardly for him to not fight at full strength in all fights, and he wanted to demonstrate his power to you."

"Well what good did it do him?" I mumble, taking a swig out of a bottle that still had stuff left in it, "He's going to die now, so what does it matter to me?"

"Do you want to help him?" The Saviour asks me, staring at me with hard eyes.

"Why would I put my life on the line for someone I barely know?" I say, looking at him.

"Do you want to know him?" The Saviour asks, raising his right hand.

"I don't give a damn." I mutter, trying to forget it all.

"Then remember everything." The Saviour whispers as he touches his hand to my forehead.

A flood of memories rushes into my mind, none of them are mine, and it's a lot more than a few decades its centuries. I scream out in pain, and grip my head as the information is forced into it, tears fall from my eyes, as the information begins to assert itself chronologically. The Saviour retracts his hand, and lets me sit for a moment my mind comprehending its new memories.

"Help him, please." The Saviour says as he fades away.

The following day I look for leads as to where Doom is being held, I start at the bottom, with rumours spread by guards. There seemed to be no information regarding him, circulating, which meant either people were too scared to spill, or no one had been told anything interesting. I decide to go to Plexus, I was not looking forward to it, when I knock on the door, his adviser answers.

"Where is General Plexus?" I ask him.

"He left of for Taverley yesterday evening, something about some business in Keldagrim." He answers me.

"Have you heard anything about a special prisoner captured about 2 days ago?"

"No, I don't… well actually I overheard Plexus talking about someone who had the power of the gods, but I just dismissed it, I mean the gods were banished centuries ago right?" The assistant says, going back to his work.

"And where was this someone being sent to?" I ask him, clicking my claws off the walls.

"He said, he was sending him to Dragon Hold prison in Daemonheim." The assistant answers.

"I will allow you to live an additional day." I reply coldly, walking out of the room.

Daemonheim was the northernmost territory of The King's Death, populated by prisoners and exiles mostly, those who weren't prisoners and exiles were religious zealots worshipping the Saviour. The journey was long and dangerous, through the Wilderness, I took a horse from Edgeville, and made good time to Daemonheim. When I arrived the guard manning the checkpoint separating Daemonheim from the Wilderness was asleep, I killed him for disregarding his duties.

"Dragon Hold prison is on the other side of the mountain…" I mutter to myself as I begin the trek to the other side of Daemonheim.

"So are you going to go over the mountain, or around it?" says an image of the Saviour, appearing in the whirling snow.

"I'm going to go around, less effort that way." I reply, I had already accepted my own insanity, hallucinations were just the next part of it.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" The image says, "You've always wanted to see the ruins at the top of the mountain of Daemonheim."

"Don't you want me to save Doom?" I respond, annoyed with the image.

"Doom can survive a day or two longer, you've always wanted to scale this mountain, so why not do it?" The image says, vanishing in the wind.

"Fine you want me to scale the goddamn mountain, I'll scale the goddamn mountain!" I yell to the nothingness around me.

I begin climbing, I had always enjoyed rock climbing back in Burthorpe, but now it was different, I was doing it for a different reason. Daemonheim was an ancient place, created by the Dragonkin, and ruled over by the Mahjarrat Bilrach for many centuries. Now it was only a ruin, a shadow of what it had been, I had always wanted to see the ruins, ever since I was young, and thought the Saviour's memories did contain images of them, I wanted to see them with my own eyes.

I climbed, through the snow, over the rocks, I didn't take the clear cut path to the top, so no one would know I was coming. I reached the top, exhausted, bloodied from several falls, and the rough nature of the rocks, as well as starving. The images I had seen from the memories of the Saviour did the Dragonkin palace no justice, though it was a ruin, it was magnificent. It was massive, statues of dragons carved into the high fortifications, a massive doorframe of stone, with metal hinges indicating where massive doors once hung. Everything had a vague, spiked and vicious look to it, it was made of obsidian, it had an awe inspiring/fear inducing feel to it.

"There, there's Suiro." The Saviour said, appearing in my field of vision.

"I am not Suiro, my name is Chi." I reply.

"Well then, is Chi mystified by the sites of ancient history?" The Saviour responds.

"He is not…"

"Well then what is that childish sense of wonder I feel coming off of you?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter…" I reply, moving toward the massive towering fortress.

"We shall see." The Saviour says, vanishing into the whirling winds.

The inside of the abandoned structure was just as imposing as the outside, inside the floor was polished obsidian, massive 20 feet tall statues of Dragonkin seemed to stand guard over the place. I walked in cautiously, my claws at the ready, it was dark inside, safe light that streamed in through holes in the ceiling. I hear running footsteps off in the distance, too light to be a man, a women? I think as I try to get a bead on where the sound is coming from, the inside of this place echoed.

As the footsteps come closer I realize that they're coming from behind me, I whip around to see an elven woman running, terrified of something behind her. She doesn't have time to stop, or hide her surprise in seeing me, I have just enough time to aim my claws away from her as she slams into me. We tumble to the ground in a heap, she struggles to try and get off of me, I push her off with the palm of my hand, and stand. The chamber rumbles as whatever is following her comes down the stairs, I ready my claws, then a thought strikes me why am I defending someone? My job up to this point had been to kill people nearly indiscriminately, I hadn't really cared if I killed an ally, so why was I defending this woman?

The rumbling got louder until a lumbering man dressed in granite armour appeared, he had a massive granite maul hefted over his head. The moment he saw me, he roared and tried bringing the maul down on me, I managed to dodge, just barely. Using my claws, I sliced through the wooden shaft of the maul, he roared in anger, and began lunging at me with his fists, his attacks followed a predictable pattern. I lunge at him with my claws, expecting there to be a chink in the armour right at the side, my claws scratched against the granite surface of his armour. My claws on barely managed to scratch his armour, no chink, at least not in the usual place, my opponent struck me in the back with his elbow, sending me flying into the stares.

Making a sound that I assumed indicated he was happy in some manner, he began moving toward the girl. Shaking I manage to stand from the stares, at least 3 of my ribs are broken, my head feels like it's going to explode. The man in granite moved slowly, I used this to wrap my claws around his face/head/neck, he noticed me, and began flailing. I tightened my grip a little, and the blades sank a small bit into the man, he screamed in pain, the world was spinning. The girl on the ground stared at me, terrified, I looked at her, with the eyes that had seen so many deaths, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was shaking.

"Close your eyes…" I say to her.

In one swift motion I snap the neck of the man in granite, and he immediately crashes to the ground. The woman stared at me, a mix of fear, and relief filled her face, I kneeled by her, she was Elven, her ears pointed. For a moment I just stare at her, then I feel the world slip in blackness, I remember hitting the ground, then just nothing.