Enter the first two warriors Part 1:
Rebirth
The man was not sure where he was. He had been badly wound by those strange horrible creatures which had vicious murdered everyone he knew and loved, in the villages he had lived in for the whole of his life .He knew the wound he had received from the red devil would have certainly meant death, no matter what treatment he received, But he was still alive.
This deeply confused him, he didn't feel dead and was still thinking, but on the other hand he could not move, see, hear, smell or feel anything. He felt like he was he was in dream, but in with no senses it felt like nothing. The only thing he could do was to think, he knew he must have died from the injury he received, but if he was dead how can he still be thinking he pondered, this made no sense to him at all. If he was dead, I should not be able to think or have any kind of concuss self left.
As all he could do in the present situation was to think of what was happening to him, but could not answer the impossible question set before him. He was completely stuck, unable to answer the questions, which where rolling over and over in his mind.
Am I dead?
Where am I?
How come I don't feel dead?
How come can't I see, hear, feel, smell or move?
What are those monsters?
Why did they attack?
Where Did they from?
He asked the question over and over knowing there was no possible way he currently answer them, only to speculate for the answers. He though of many different theory and assumptions to his current plight, but all seemed wrong to him, until one theory popped up.
"Could this be the afterlife?"
This sudden brain wave seemed the most logical answer; it seemed to answer most of the question on his list. It explained why he was still able to think, even though he was dead and where he currently was... Through out his life he never believed in the afterlife, most people on earth where skeptical in the though of afterlife, but now realizing all this time it was true, shocked and scared him a lot. The questions about the monsters disappeared from his mind as he concentrated all though on the afterlife. As he though he would never have to deal with the afterlife and he would simply die and disappear from existence, he was completely unprepared for the situation in hand. It seemed the solution to the question, but a dark and scarier question appeared before him.
"If this is the afterlife, am in heaven or am in hell?"
The question scared him, knowing he could be in hell filled him with fear. The though of it sent shivers down his spine, even though he could not feel them through the lack of any sense, he knew they where there. He was having a thundering mental confusion over where he truly was. He decides this must be afterlife, but the question remained which?
There was nothing that made him feel it was neither good nor bad, as there was nothing at all or even if there was he could not be able to sense the pain or pleasure received. For all he knew he could now be the hellfire's of hell or the pleasant haven of heaven, there was no way for him to know. He would lose his mind if he didn't get the answer soon, then it hit him, that this could be neither and more of waiting room for the afterlife. He would stay huh until his fate was decided and then moved on to the true afterlife, it seemed the most logical answer at the time. The afterlife would not be this for the centuries to come, this worse than never actual existing.
It dawn on him this could be it, him on his own for the rest of eternity. Spending it just thinking, with no one to interact with and nothing to think about in dream like stance forever. He would lead him anyone to insanity, this was truly hell…
This completely traumatized him, he was sacred and distressed desperately reassuring him self that this aren't all that was left. But it was no good, he knew there was no way he could possible stop or alter his path, he was losing hope along with mind, he was breaking down. Unable to hold it in anymore, he cracked under the press, losing all control he began to scream, but unable to use any sense, the scream where kept within his mind, but still had the same power.
"This can't be the end?!"
"This can't be the end?!"
"This can't be the end/!"
"This can't be the end?!" he kept on repeating to him self, every time sounding more distressed. He needs to get hold of himself; he remembered why he was here first place, because of them he was here. It was their fault he was here, anger started to build. Remembering everything they did to him, he got more and more angry, his attitude change from no hope and trapped to resolute and liberated.
With determination for revenge and freedom he screamed
"THIS IS NOT THE END!"
Suddenly he feels a great surge of pain across his body like he never felt before, not even the pain of death was close to this. As quickly as the pain appeared it disappeared, as he felt another sensation, the feel of cold air gently blowing across his body. His body crashed into a solid ground, he felt a little pain from the fall but it quickly left him, he was no longer in his personal hell. His senses where returning not only did he feel the pain from the fall he heard himself hit the ground too, as he tried to move around he felt stiffness and cramp ness in all his joints, but it didn't stop him from moving around to find out where he was. The ground was solid but was covered in thin layer a sticky liquid, his whole body was covered and stained by it. He moves one of him soaked hands toward his face to try and work out what was on the ground, placing his hand directly under his nose he sniffs, at first unable to smell anything, but soon he could recognize the odor, it was blood.
Realizing he was in a pool of blood, shocked and stunned him. He frantically tried to get off the floor and back to his feet, but the condition made it very hard to get upright as he kept on slipping on wet floor, his frantic movement look similar to an insect trying to get off its back. Eventual he got himself standing, but was completely covered in blood with his robes soaked in it. All his sense had returned apart from one, his sight, he try's to open his eye but all his could see was a blur which hurt eyes and made him want to close them, but he had to endure it to get his vision back.
He feels his boy checks for signs of wound and scars, he nervously moves his hand across his stomach fearing the worse, but found nothing at all. There was no wound, not even a scar where that creature had impaled him; this made no sense at all. There was nothing wrong with him, even though he had been impaled and thrown through four floors, no scars, no pain, he felt like that nothing had happened to him, but it had.
He tasted the air and coughed out a puff of smoke, the room was full of smoke which he could just manage to see with his blurrily vision. He was completely motionless in a sea of smoke, waiting until he was ready and able to deal with where ever he was and whatever was there. His vision was slowly returning to him, revealing image of where he was standing, it didn't reveal what he hoped, as all he saw was the smoke he tasted before. He turned his head, seeing only smoke and unsure what to do, he looked around 360 degrees around and found something which didn't belong in the afterlife.
He crouched down and picked up katana like he had never seen before, it seemed like a blue broken (wooden sword). But didn't feel right, it wasn't made of wood nor steel, it felt very organic in nature and was made from extremely strong material but was even lighter than even a wooden broken. A weapon like this should not exist at all. There was no Sharpe edge on the thick smooth sword, meaning this must be just a very light training sword, which could swung so quickly and hard it was still a power kind of club weapon. Looking over it he notices a metal circular medal at the very end of the handle toward the blade side, he swings it one handed a few time, so light it weight it felt like it was barely there and felt he was swing a feather. He slowly move his other hand across the blade feeling how smooth it actual was, which was indeed very smooth indeed.
This only added to the list of question he had already got, before he could even think about it more deeply everything was about to change. A massive gust of wind blew, nearly knocking him of his feet, only able to stay standing by balance himself so he didn't fall. The wind had cleared most of the smoke revealing something he never excepted, his jaw drop as said out load in shock
"I …am back at the temple!?"
He was completely utterly lost for words, he just stood still shell shocked; he was standing on the top floor again where he had fought the beast previously. It look like a small war had happened, there was a lot more damages around than before. The walls where littered with holes, dents, cuts and some of the walls been burnt to a crisp, there was certainly a very fierce battle took place. He looked up still stunned seeing than most of ceiling was completely gone leaving a beautiful view of the dark night sky.
Only just able to comprehend where he was, with even more questions, it truly made no sense at all. Looking around at the damage around him, he knew it wasn't like this the moment he died, for the moment he though the monster must have trashed the place before disappearing. It then hit him, where were the demons from before he anxiously though, he looked around in panic trying to find any sign of them, But there was nothing at all, but there was still some smoke blocking his view of the whole floor.
At the ends of hall around fifteen meters away lay a very thick layer of smoke where the monster where before and could still be. Knowing they could still be there, the man dropped the weird sword he found, and picked up a katana of many that where lying around, removing and thrown the sieve to one side. He stood in aggressive position holding the sword point straight at the fog before him, he tried to see if he could make anything out at the end of floor, the smoke was too thick, not even able to make out the shape of creature, there could be whole army there and he wouldn't know.
He was unsure what to do; he couldn't go flying head first into the unknown, as they could be ready to attack him within the thick fog. It looked like he had to weight a while for the smoke to reveal what lurked behind it. He stood absolute still waiting to see what lay behind the mist, knowing that any second one of them monster could leap out and attack, his heart beat was beating at Thunderous Tempo, the tension was certainly building. His anger was clouding his judgement, he was still extremely angry at what they had done to him, he wanted to kill them all now, ignoring the sensible thing to do he charges into the cloud of smoke.
"Why should I fear death! I have died once already today" he sarcastic though
Charging like this was the wrong thing to do, but he had lost everything and had nothing to lose, dieing would simply be a blessing to him, better than been alone. Before he could reach the mist another strong gust from within the smoke blew him off his feet, only just able to keep his balance, prevent him falling. He composed himself and looked at the now smoke free end of the floor, where he saw the last shock of the day.
He drops his katana in disbelief at what he was seeing in front of him, before him lay the dead beaten up bodies of the demons he had fought before, they where not just beaten they where completely and absolute ripped apart. There limbs and organs where all over the place, everything was drenched in blood and gore, it was simply horrible and sick site to behold. The damage to the interior of the temple floor was even in worse damage than the badly damaged area he woke up in. Apart from the hole where the monster jumped threw from before, the rest of damage was new; he was amazed the roof was even standing, but to be fare there was little roof left to support.
Even though having the beasts dead was good thing, it scared him to think what caused this much damage and destruction. Something Incredible powerful and strong had been here and wiped out ever beast here, he wanted to leave. He begins to walks backward in shock at what he was seeing, walk slowly backward he suddenly falls down an opening in the floor. He was only just able to gap hold to holes edge, saving him self from a mighty fall. He peaks down seeing the opening went through a not just this floor, but every other floor below, exactly like before. He was hanging over the same hole which he was thrown through earlier; he was truly back from the dead.
Using his strength he struggles to make it out of the gap, only just able to make it out before he was about to slip and fall again to his death. He gets back to his feet, and utters the words
"This is truly is hell"
He knew he was back from the dead, he didn't know why or how he came back but he need to find out and the only way he could do so was to leave his lifelong home behind. He need to go for another reason too, whatever did this to these monsters was not his enemy and he didn't want to be his enemy either, he need to leave before it came back. Leaving would not be much of a dilemma, he could no longer stay here, it no longer felt welcome, and he needs to go.
With his goal in his mind he hurriedly towards one and only remain weapon stands left on the floor, he chose the best of the many katana on the stand. Picking it up and removes it from the sieve, closes inspecting the blade for quality and damage under the moon light. He places it back in its sieve and walks speedy towards the stair off the floor with katana in hand, carefully avoiding the hole in his way.
But before he took one step down stair way, he remembered the strange sword he found and had left on the floor. He stood perfectly still on the edge the stairs, turned his head and looked from afar at the strange sword he left, which was in puddle of human/monster blood, he couldn't tell which.
He still didn't have clue what this sword was and how came to be here and why it was here, but he had a gut feeling that this sword has something to do with all this. He knew he had to take it with him; he went back the way he came and stood silently looked down at the sword for a moment, before kneeling down to pick up off the ground. He wipes the sword clean of blood using his already blood soaked robes, he stares at the medal of sword wondering is this answer to all my questions. He ties the sword and proceeds to the exit, only looking back for one final farewell, before walking down the stairs.
You see him next exit the temple into the courtyard, which was more like a battleground now, he also had a backpack contain various supplies for his long and dangerous journey, and the strange sword tied around his back and hold the katana in its scabbard in his left hand.
Leaving the temple he could see all the devastation the monster caused. Men, women, and even children where unmerciful killed, their ripped up bodies littered the ground. He stands there motionless with his head facing down towards the ground, with his long black hair hiding the sorrow on his face. You see one tear fall to the ground as he swears to himself to get revenge for this, no matter the cost. He throws his hair back revealing a face of rage and determination to succeed, he begins slowly to walk to village exit, trying his best not to step on or look at the bodies then lined the ground.
On the way to the exit he notices the leader beast from before, it lay dead on the ground with a massive hole where it chest use to be, must have been thrown out of the temple with some force. It had a look of shook and horror on its monstrous face. With what happen recently, at least he was happy knowing they all got their comeuppance for what they did. He carried on walking toward the exit, again trying not to walk or look at the corpses around him. He reaches the entrance of the village, before exiting he noticed a very young child body lying at the exit trying to escape, seeing this only made him more angry and upset, still looking into the dead Childs eyes he utters the words
"I will get revenge for this and I will be with you all when this is over"
With that he runs out the village into the dark unknown world.