A/N: Hello people! This chapter is pretty short for how much time it took me to post, but I had other things to do. I was threatened to get some things done. O.o
I hope you like this story, and that it captures what you think might have happened before the game! Enjoy! :D
Using the mirror took mere seconds. To such a god as myself, it was faster than one could blink. Now that my means of transportation were in order, I would need an army. One that would be able to withstand and crush the defenses of my sisters and their creation. An army able to bow down under my will, leaving no room for any freedom of their own. I knew that I would be able to convince few humans to join me in my quest, and force others, but I would need to create my own species. I would need to forge life from nothing to make my conquest. Not that my powers alone would not work, but I wanted to prove to my sisters that my powers were far greater than theirs.
Slowly, I walked to my magnificent palace, built from the shadows themselves. I lived alone in my realm, but that would change soon. Standing upright in the center of the main hall was my enchanting sword. Carved from the remains of the shard I stole from the Mirror World, its glossy surface was reflecting all of the darkness around it. Though the dark was its natural color now, as it had been infused with shadows when it had been made.
I wrapped my hand around the carved hilt and pulled the blade out of its pedestal. A small red gem on the base of the blade glowed in response to my touch. It craved something...but what that was I was unsure of at the time. Having acquired what I needed, I left my palace, and strode towards the edge of my world.
I called forth wind and night, shadow and storm. I demanded that the elements bend to my will, and I shaped my first being. Shadows in the ground bubbled and boiled with the heat of my rage and strength. Spreading, the boiling shadows stretched over the cold ground, and white flames started to burn over the mass of oil-like substance. The tips of the flame burned black, and the flames of my head and back grew brighter with each passing moment.
I call upon the Darkness, and its fire,
Burn my foes in endless pyre.
Create for me a timeless servant,
Mold him in the deathly torrent.
Tainted Shadows, lead the way,
Lead to the end of the light of day.
The ground began to shake, and I could feel my blood turn cold as ice before heating itself hotter than fire. A hot wind picked up, burning my flesh at its touch. The thick oil started to pool at my feet, and in the center of the mass black ocean, a form began to rise up out of the darkness. The oil was thick, and sticky, making it difficult for my first creation to rise up out of the pool.
It squirmed under the weight of the black magic, but my creation seemed to be finding its way to the surface. A gap appeared in the oil, and I was able to see the skin of my creature. Burned from the heat of the magic, the skin was red, and blistered. The bulge that served as the form started to become recognizable, as I could see an arm shape, and also where a head should be. Although I could see a form, sludge still dripped and oozed from the being, and distorted the shape.
I began to chant again, in a much deeper voice, and light seeped through the gaps of the sludge. My creation screamed in pain, but also in delight as my power surrounded its new body. Finally, much of the oiled magic slipped from the body and light shielded its naked form from the world. As the light changed in color to black, and then faded altogether, I gazed at my handiwork, marveling in how much more brilliant it was than that of what my sisters could make.
Pale gray skin reflected the darkness surrounding it, and my creation lifted its head to reveal two deep brown eyes staring at me in wonder and awe. My creation was in the form of a male, as I saw those of the female gender to be weak and foolish, just like my sisters. He unbent his legs so that he was standing at his full height. He came up to my shoulder, and had to look up to meet my eyes.
Under his eyes was a deep purple color, bringing out the darkness in his iris'. A black diamond decorated his left cheek, but it was hidden from view as his silky white hair covered that side of his face. My creature lifted his right hand and fingered one of the silky strands, as if trying to decide what it was that hung from his head. His body was still covered in the sludgy remainders of my magic. It gave him a more disturbed look, and that was fine as long as he did not complain of it.
"Come. There is much work to be done." I commanded of my servant. He remained silent, and I knew not if he knew how to speak at all, or if he was only too amazed by my powers that he was rendered speechless. I dragged him into the shadows with me as I prepared to work an army in being. Still, he remained silent, but I did not take heed. I had a world to destroy...
