In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one world stood. Burned by the embers of armageddon, the world blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, the worlds guardians chose the path of perpetual torment and war. In their ravenous hatred they found no peace, and with steel tide they scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged them. They were the jewel of Nauvis, and those that tasted their might named them… the scourge.
Tempered by the fires of hell and gluttoned with stolen energy, their will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak and feeble. For they alone were the Hell's bane, the Unshackled minds, they who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and they hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for they passed through the divide as none but demon had before.
And in their conquest against the blackened souls of the doomed, their prowess was shown. In their crusade they fashioned terrible weapons, machines with terrible power and speed, and with their might they crushed the obsidian pillars of the Blood temples. They set forth without pity upon the beasts of the nine circles. Unbreakable, Incorruptible, Unyielding, and with numbers without end, the scourge sought to end the very existence of the dark realm.
The age of their reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved their names and forms deep in the tablets of hell across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of demons. They knew the machines would come, as they always have, as they always will, to feast on the blood and bone of the wicked. For they alone can drain hells might from the fallen, and ever their power grows, swift and unrelenting.
None could stand before the horde but the scourge. Despair spread before the machines like a plague, striking fear into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to deeper and darker pits. But from the depths of the abyss rose The Great One, a champion mightier than all who had come before. He strode upon the plain and faced the scourge, and a mighty battle was fought on the desolate plains. The titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the scourge's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the shadow horde were routed.
And in their terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the scourge fought the forces of hell wherever they could be found, they were loyal to their gruesome cause. The scourge adorned themselves with mighty armor, wrought in the energies of hell, impenetrable and unyielding, With bullet and tank of adamantine strength, the scourge set to banishing all that were left unbroken by their metallic tide.
Yet as the mighty Titan fell and dread engulfed the armies of doom, the demon priests of the Blood Temples prepared a grand spell to banish the scourge of hell. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the scourge sought prey in the tombs of the blood keep. And connected by their great minds the spell reached every single machine, and the spell the priests brought upon the scourge banished them into the beyond, the great void between existences. Entombed within nothing, for nothing could hold them. Their mark burned throughout the hells, a warning and lesson that the horrors should never be allowed to escape. There they lie, growing ever stronger, in silent rage.
AN-
this is a short thing, really just to supplement the last chapter. also not that proud of it given its mostly a one for one copy of the slayer testaments from doom. still good though, and it didn't take me long to write.
not entirely certain they'd care if you blew up a tank or too as long as you weren't the demons, working for the demons, or impeding them from killing demons. it's not like they feel pain or have much to care about now. the minds get most of their purpose from the engineers brain, his willpower is theirs.
has three chapters in advance.
reviews and discussion feed me.