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Chapter Three:
Radament
The ruler of the dark ones was called Radament. He and his battalion of dark templar are responsible for a lot of crimes, aside from homicide of course.
One of these is the contravention of the Statute of Secrecy, the most important law of all. Radament warp traveled from the Nether Realms to the Mortal Realms one day and told Mortals that magic really does exist.
Many thought him crazy. But his demonstrations of supernatural tricks really stupefied mortals.
This is the reason why there are mortal witches and warlocks. Why some humans believe in ghosts, fortune telling, love potions and the like.
Occultists were really confused. Why would Radament do such a thing? Clearly, it's not just to annoy the Conclave. There was a dark reason behind.
As time went by, the High Templars learned that the reason why Radament told mortals of the existence of magic is because he needed allies. It was now clear to them that he wants to use mortals as puppets against them!
The Mortals' foolish (and not to mention scary) attempts to ritualize magic to take place would surely damn their souls and would turn them to the dark side.
To avoid this problem, the Conclave decided (though they deeply regret it) to accept mortals who knew enough about magic into the Nether Realms; thus occultists called "mortal-borns" or "half-bloods" came to be. At least by doing this, Radament's minions would diminish.
Eventually, Radament and his generals were captured and executed. The Dark Ones retreated to their dark lair once again. And the whole universe became peaceful for the second time.