Escape the Night: Origins of the Society Against Evil
A/N: Hello, world and welcome back to the next installment of the post season story for season one of Escape the Night! So, I was up late last night due to work at the movie theater, and I'm a little groggy. Anyway, time to move forward with the story. Onward!
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Escape the Night. I just own any and all characters that I just happen to create.
CHAPTER ONE: JOINING OF THE TRIBES
In ancient times, before history was first written down, the world was overrun by dark and deadly creatures, many of which served ancient beings that had fled the destruction of their own universe to enter this one at the moment of its' creation. The most powerful of the ancient ones was a being known as Cthulhu, or the Cursed God, and it sought to plunge the entire world into endless darkness.
Humanity struggled to survive during the dark times, some figured out how to defend themselves from the dark creatures, while others would offer up other humans as sacrifices in order to protect themselves, or even become allied with the dark forces for their own personal gain.
Those who sided with the dark forces, would attack other human settlements to either make them slaves or as human sacrifices, and take over the settlements to expand their own lands. To them, this would help them grower more powerful and keep the favor of the Cursed God and the other ancient beings.
The ones who figured out how to defend themselves from the dark forces, they formed alliances with others seeking to rid their world of evil, growing stronger as a result, and then one day, they learned of a man with twelve sons, who had access to a unique source of magic, and the fighters against evil sought them out.
The company of men rode through a grassy landscape toward an encampment while passing herds of sheep and the shepherds that looked after them with their sheepdogs. As they drew closer, they could see that the encampment was a series of tents of various shapes and sizes, and from the largest of them, a man stepped out.
He was tall with brown hair, dark eyes, a brown beard, and he wore a white tunic covered by a sleeveless red robe, red belt, a red turban on his head, and on his feet were brown sandals. Behind him, were four women in either red or blue clothing, which included scarfs to cover their heads, one could see that they were all dark-haired and beautiful in their own way.
The man raised a hand in greeting as the company reached the center of the encampment and came to a stop. "Greetings, and peace be unto you all," he said with a smile and nodded his head slightly.
"As unto you as well," said the leader of the company as he got off his horse and his men followed suit. "You are the one called Jacob? Or is it Israel? I never met someone who goes by two different names before."
"I answer to both," Jacob responded. "Please, let my people attend to your horses while you join my family for some food, it is noon, and there is more then enough for everyone."
"Thank you, Jacob."
As the men dined with Jacob and his family, they came to know his two primary wives, Leah and Rachel, and the other two were Zilpah and Bilhah, the handmaids of Leah and Rachel. They also learned that Jacob had a daughter, Dinah, and twelve sons: Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Dan, Naptali, Gad, Asher, Issachar, Zebulun, Joseph, and Benjamin.
After eating, the leader, a man named Rashi, explained to Jacob of why they had sought him and his family out.
"We've heard that you and your sons possess a unique magic that can keep the Darkness of the Cursed God at bay," said Rashi. "And we're hoping that you can tell us how you came to have such magic, and whether you can teach it to us in our fight against the Cursed God, his dark creatures, and those who serve him."
"The gift that my sons and I have, it was given to us by the one true God," Jacob informed them. "And as to whether it is magic, that depends on the point of view of the people who have seen us use it. If you wish to call it magic, then call it Life Magic. I don't know if we can teach you and your men how to use it, but we can do what we to help you figure out if you can summon it."
Rashi smiled. "Any help that you and your family can give us will be wonderful."
Just then, one of the men that patrolled the encampment rushed into the tent. "Master Jacob! They are coming!"
Jacob sighed and looked at his sons, who were already reaching for their respective weapons, and he looked back at his guests, who were gripping their own weapons. "It looks like, my friends, that you all will see the Life Magic first hand," he stated and accepted the bow and quiver of arrows from Rachel. "Come."
The fighters against evil followed Jacob and his sons to the edge of the encampment, where the shepherds were already busy herding the sheep into pens before fleeing to the safety of the tents, and there were more men waiting with their own weapons at the ready. In the distance, they could see that the sky, which had been a clear blue, was darkening, and that was always a bad sign since it meant the servants of the ancient ones were coming.
"Reuben, what do you see?" Jacob asked of his eldest son.
Reuben peered out toward the darkness and his eyes seemed to glow golden as he saw further then was physically possible. "Dark riders," he reported, "and other dark creatures are with them. They're being lead by Moldark himself."
"The high priest of the Cursed God," said Rashi and his men shifted uneasily. "Why is he coming here?"
"To wipe out my family and our Life Magic," Jacob answered grimly. "Because of him, my twin brother, Esau, and his whole family were nearly wiped out, and that was when we first used the Life Magic to force the Darkness back. This magic calls upon our very life force, but with the help of the Lord, we will win this battle. My sons, to your positions!"
The fighters against evil watched as Jacob, Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Dan, Naphtali, Gad, Asher, Issachar, Zebulun, Joseph, and Benjamin formed a line with their men positioning themselves behind them, and, with a nod from Rashi, the fighters against evil did the same.
The Dark Riders drew closer and closer until they were only a short distance from the encampment, and then they stopped when their leader, Moldark, raised his hand. He was a tall thin man with pale skin, black hair, black eyes, and he wore very, very dark purple robes. He looked at what was waiting for them, and he chuckled.
"Israel, I see that you have made some new friends," he commented. "But are they type of friends who will aide you and your foolish mission, or will they stab you in the back?"
"What do you want, Moldark?" Jacob asked, refusing to rise to the taunt in the evil man's words. "Why risk coming here again?"
"With the same offer that I have offered before, Israel," Moldark responded. "To join with the Ancient Ones and have ownership of the world. Why follow a single God that you never see when you can serve and rule by the sides of ones that you can see?"
"You know why, Moldark," Jacob retorted, "and my answer is still the same. We will never join with false gods for any reason. Now leave."
Moldark shook his head and tsked. "Shame, I had hope that you would see reason, Israel, but now I see that you are a fool, like those who have joined you." His expression then turned dark and he raised his hand again. "Attack!"
The Dark Riders and the dark creatures surged forward, the sky darkening further, and when they were only a few feet from the front line, Jacob and his sons began glowing a golden color as their Life Magic surged into their weapons, and when they struck against their enemies, it was with explosions of golden light and the dying screams of the dark creatures and the Dark Riders.
"Forward!" Rashi shouted, and he and his fighters joined in the fray, helping push back the Darkness, and he saw Jacob strike down Moldark himself before the fight was over.
News spread far and wide of the defeat of the Dark Riders and the death of the Cursed God's high priest, and soon many were searching out the Twelve Tribes of Israel and the fighters against evil.
As time went by, it was decided that both the Twelve Tribes of Israel and the fighters would join together to form a single organization that would continue the fight against the Ancient Ones and their minions.
"From this day forward," said Jacob at the first official gathering of the united forces. "We all will be known as the Society Against Evil. United as one to fight the Darkness and the Ancient Ones. Together, we will protect our world and from those who would dare unite with that evil." And this got cheers from those gathered.
Since that day, the Society Against Evil had been fighting against the Ancient Ones and their minions, gradually taking back their world until the Ancient Ones were forced to retreat back to their own realm, saved for the Cursed God, who continued the fight until the Society found new help in the shape of the first twelve Light-bearers.
Because of the twelve Light-bearers and their descendants, even the Cursed God was forced to retreat to the realm of the Ancient Ones, and he vowed revenge on them all.
Although he fled, many of his minions remained to try and take back the world from both the Society Against Evil and the Light-bearers, and so the war continued to this very day.
A/N: Since there isn't really all that much about the Society Against Evil, I decided to be creative about how they came to be. I will see you all on Monday because I once again have a morning shift on Tuesday at the movie theater. Bye for now! R&R everyone!