Oh, Dear gods?!
And here i am, with another chapter!
Chapter 2
Over time, demonic entities made their way into the Titans' worlds from the Twisting Nether, and the Pantheon elected its greatest warrior, Sargeras, to act as its first line of defense. A noble giant of molten bronze, Sargeras carried out his duties for countless millennia, seeking out and destroying these demons wherever he could find them. Over the eons, Sargeras encountered two powerful demonic races, both of which were bent on gaining power and dominance over the physical universe.
The eredar, an insidious race of devilish sorcerers, used their warlock magics to invade and enslave a number of worlds. The indigenous races of those worlds were mutated by the eredar's malevolent powers and turned into demons themselves. Though Sargeras' nearly limitless powers were more than enough to defeat the vile eredar, he was greatly troubled by the creatures' corruption and all-consuming evil. Incapable of fathoming such depravity, the great Titan began to slip into a brooding depression. Despite his growing unease, Sargeras rid the universe of the warlocks by trapping them within a corner of the Twisting Nether.
While his confusion and misery deepened, Sargeras was forced to contend with another group intent on disrupting the Titans' order: the Nathrezim. This dark race of vampiric demons (also known as dreadlords) conquered a number of populated worlds by possessing their inhabitants and turning them to the shadow. The nefarious, scheming dreadlords turned whole nations against one another by manipulating them into unthinking hatred and mistrust. Sargeras defeated the Nathrezim easily, but their corruption affected him deeply.
As doubt and despair overwhelmed Sargeras' senses, he lost all faith not only in his mission, but also in the Titans' vision of an ordered universe. Eventually he came to believe that the concept of order itself was folly, and that chaos and depravity were the only absolutes within the dark, lonely universe. His fellow Titans tried to persuade him of his error and calm his raging emotions, but he disregarded their more optimistic beliefs as self-serving delusions. Storming from their ranks forever, Sargeras set out to find his own place in the universe. Although the Pantheon was sorrowful at his departure, the Titans could never have predicted just how far their lost brother would go.
By the time Sargeras' madness had consumed the last vestiges of his valiant spirit, he believed that the Titans themselves were responsible for creation's failure. Deciding, at last, to undo their works throughout the universe, he resolved to form an unstoppable army that would set the physical universe aflame.
Even Sargeras' titanic form became distorted from the corruption that plagued his once-noble heart. His eyes, hair, and beard erupted in fire, and his metallic bronze skin split open to reveal an endless furnace of blistering hate.
In his fury, Sargeras shattered the prisons of the eredar and the Nathrezim and set the loathsome demons free. These cunning creatures bowed before the dark Titan's vast rage and offered to serve him in whatever malicious ways they could. From the ranks of the powerful Eredar, Sargeras picked two champions to command his demonic army of destruction. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was chosen to seek out the darkest races in the universe and recruit them into Sargeras' ranks. The second champion, Archimonde the Defiler, was chosen to lead Sargeras' vast armies into battle against any who might resist the Titan's will.
Kil'jaeden's first move was to enslave the vampiric dreadlords under his terrible power. The dreadlords served as his personal agents throughout the universe, and they took pleasure in locating primitive races for their master to corrupt and bring into the fold. First amongst the dreadlords was Tichondrius the Darkener. Tichondrius served Kil'jaeden as the perfect soldier and agreed to bring Sargeras' burning will to all the dark corners of the universe.
The mighty Archimonde also empowered agents of his own. Calling upon the malefic pit lords and their barbarous leader, Mannoroth the Destructor, Archimonde hoped to establish a fighting elite that would scour creation of all life.
Once Sargeras saw that his armies were amassed and ready to follow his every command, he launched his raging forces into the vastness of the Great Dark. He referred to his growing army as the Burning Legion. To this date, it is still unclear how many worlds they consumed and burned on their unholy Burning Crusade across the universe.
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Corin's Crossing, a beautiful, small town located deep within Darrowmere Forest. Its name came from the three main roads that connected in the town. It was a mostly quiet town, with the occasional trader and merchant, who try their luck to go by through the back roads, in hopes of avoiding bandits. Everyone was familiar with everyone here, even Ol' Marris would come here on occasions, in hopes of finding that certain item Darrowshire didn't have.
Driliwyr, a young adolescent boy with red, long hair held in a pony tail, was the one person who stuck out in Corin's Crossing like a sore thumb. He was a young orphan, discovered by the town healer Ocythiel. The people of Corin's Crossing accepted him easily within their community. His quiet and peaceful personality was a refreshing change to most of the boisterous people of the town.
It was strange for the towns people though. Driliwyr was at an age where he should-be been taking an interest in a girl or girls, in fact, he should've been trying to court one for a while now. He was a very handsome boy and got the interest of the girls of the town. But the truth was, none of the girls in the town caught his eyes. Driliwyr felt that deep down, somewhere there was a girl made especially for him, one that could understand him, one that could keep up with him, one that would not be judgeful of others. Someone that could balance out all his fatal flaws.
"Driliwyr, while you go hunting, i would like you to keep an eye of for VenomLeaf. I'm a bit low on them." An aged feminine voice called out. Ocythiel, the old woman who found Driliwyr as a child, was the town healer. She lived in The Broken Scripture Inn, as Ocythiel was adamant about staying there.
In the very early morn, when the sun was not up, Darrowmere Forest had a heavy mist descended upon it, making it hard to see. Driliwyr was accustomed to this and would wake up early to get a better , Driliwyr started walking in a brisk pace, intent on getting an early start and if he stumbled on Venom Leaf, all the better. Ignoring the sounds of creaking from some of the houses.
After a small journey north east, almost far, deep in the woods, Driliwyr was bored. It seemed today was quiet, a bit too quiet. The sun was already out and not an animal in sight. It seemed as if someone had scared away all the animals, which is quite unfortunate. Luckily, Driliwyr found Venomleaf, so at least he won't have to go back, empty handed.
" I swear, If I cannot find anything, then I will go straight back." Driliwyr growled under his breath. Shaking his head, Driliwyr stalked forward, silently, in hope of not scaring any prey away and just when he was about to turn around, and head back. Driliwyr saw it, or to be specific, her.
Driliwyr slowly walked towards her, the woman was lying, curled up on the grass, unconscious in what was her sleeping wear. Her hair was the most peculiar thing about her, it was three colours at once and almost made him stumble from how odd it was. Two blonde bangs framed her face, her hair was black, but at the tips, there was a blueish magenta sheen to it. Her hair was really spiky, even though it was face was cherubic, almost like it was made from a professional craftsman. Pink pouty lips, a cute button nose, with skin as pale and flawless as marble.
Driliwyr gulped, this was definitely not what he expected.
I believe, i did all i could. I might continue it, but i'm not really certain. I know where i want to take this, and how it should go, but i am uncertain on how i am going to fit Atem in. Any suggestions? Please leave a review. :)