The hero's have all gone, now there's only villains left.

The party has fallen

"GIVE IT UP ASBALTO"
A loud voice rang out in the halls, we see a hero with three friends, a paladin a Druid a cleric and a fighter, the hero's of yore, the chosen fated against the gods, and at the end of the throne with dead soldiers littering the room shows a demon, a huge 10 foot figure with tall onyx horns and a grin that rivals the mad cats, he looks over and crushes a soldiers windpipe as he steps forward

Ah so the "heroes" who hoard glory try and challenge me? So vain,  you dare insult THE GREAT KING?! A loud roar shakes the room I cannot blame you young heroes. I would perceive myself as a great threat, but you see my great seer has said a great battle will happen in 3 years, not to this day you are far too early.

The great paladin steels his resolve and looks at the devil lord in front of him, and gathers his courageous might to speak against the demon.

"We will not wait for fate, Fate is nothing but a word and to save this world we shall destroy fate and make it bend THY KNEE"

The paladin charges against the demon and ran in for a swing, the great demon lord dodged to the side and kicked him, the paladin shoots him across the room knocking his holy helmet off and leaving him a broken mess, the Druid charged up to cast and just as she was about to finish the devil appeared behind her, she turns around and her face scrunches up in great fear as her head is crushed between his hand and he throws the body to the fighter as the demon uses the momentum to cast a fireball and immediately fry both the druids corpse and the fighters very soul, the cleric tries to run away and is captured by several demon knights and taken away, the great demon defeated the party in 10 seconds. The paladin sees all of this and tries to get up, he then dies due to blood loss and internal bleeding. This was the day the world was taken by storm, and the dark lord was cemented in power.

The scene shifts to a lone bandit lord as a recruit comes in, the background shows a war ren with weapons adorning the scene, we see a great man in metal armor 6,3 and a intimidating aura. Two months have pet since the slaughter at the lords castle and the lord has made significant progress in taking over the world.

"Speak ferrigis, why do you bother me so? And where has my boy run off to?"
Ferrigis looks nervous and tired, he is adorned in Vikings gear with black hair and backs under his eye, the man is no more than 21 and has rough dark skin that of an eastern man.
"Well sir it's just that we have scouts saying the demon lord is closing in, by himself and your son is training in the yard sir"
The tall man takes off his helmet revealing a 30 something year old man with brown hair cruel brown eyes and slightly tanned skin with 5 o'clock shadow and a scar on his chin
"Ah jeris, he's been racked with guilt ever since his mother died due to iron long 2 years ago, trying to become me. Poor child doesn't see strength isn't everything, you knows ferrigis as my second hand I see you as a sort of son aswell, go talk to him, he shouldn't be so down. He has a great mind, he could easily become a sorcerer or wizard hell even maybe a tactician, now leave my tent as I may see to my time.
Ferrigis leaves the tent and walks away as the heavily armored man looks at a picture of a woman with red hair freckles and a maidens dress, he smiles fondly takes off his armor and heads to sleep.

Fire, burning and brimstone, the smells fill the air the heavily armored man wakes up and jumps out of his bed as his tent is on fire, he grabs his large sword with ease rushes to the urn near his bed and grabs the photo of his love, he hears screaming of his son and sees two demons enter his tent, both easily 6,1 and are death knights, large creatures with tall swords and dark ebony armor the strongest of beasts in terms of foot soldiers, they both charge and swing, as they are  about to swing he jumps over ones blade hits his blade into the ground and uses the hit as a stand, he takes his arm to jump on a death knight and grabs his head, the first death knight swings at the seconds head to remove the bandit, he swiftly jumps off and watches as the first death knight does his work for him, as the second knight is decapitated he grabs his sword from the ground and enters a sword lock with the first knight as it tries to swing at his chest, he pushed past the raw strength of the death night and kicks its legs as it falls to the ground, he stomps on its head and plants the heavy great sword in its back, killing the creature, he grabs his armor and quickly attaches it, he then sees his son charge the great devil, time seems to move slower as the devil pushes his hand through the small teenagers chest taking out his heart, in all but a moment pure fiery rage pushes through the fathers veins, he cries instantly but not out of grief, out of anger and hate his blood would surely boil any normal humans skin. He rushes at the giant beast and cuts off a small chunk off gorn, he hears the chilling word of a demon......

Insignificant mortal... you dare deface my prefect body

Time seems to stop as his chest feels wet, his armor instantly penatrated he looks around and sees Ferrigis is killed, his wife's urn drops to the ground as the demon steps on it leaving his corpse on the ground. The bandi thought in his last moments

"Hate, I hate you, hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE HATE HATE HATE DHAAAAASAA" but no one could hear, no one could see his pure rage

In the pure void a voice is heard, "oh... This one is different. His rage is sustaining his soul. We cannot bring this one"

Thus his life or lack thereof started

Author note: first time writing in a while please leave Critism that is need and writing mistakes other than that I hope you have a nice day reader