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Prologue

Authors Notes:

Hello! This is a collaboration between five writers (totally unheard of). We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it. Hoho.

Chapter by:  slackerlifechan sleepycale  Lucathy4life whatever025 KaienVance

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Everything was a big mistake...

One man stood alone in the darkness. Hearing the battle cries of the people who would not want to be slaves of darkness again – blood drips continuously. The painful course of the crusade was born of betrayal and resignation from him.

He. The creator. The mind who weaves the destinies of men stood over the mountain of corpses. He watched the people march and kill un-minding the ways of this world.

The man weeps.

"Why... why did you do this to me?"

His tears turn to seas, his sadness rose along with the darkness, and his heart had fallen numb as he held his beloved child in his arms, lifeless, without warmth.

The cold winding road the lone god took seemed endless. The rope on his hand dangles with the wind. Dripping with blood, with shame, with regret. They have gone too far.

It starts with his heart. Black smoke lingers heavily. The scent of rusty blood permeated him.

The bloody dusk sprinkles into the watery rubies of the bloody lake. An indescribable ambiguous feeling silently spread throughout the ephemeral prison-like garden.

Then the god of despair laughs loudly. Cale slowly loses his mind with despair.

The man smiles, bitterly smiles. His tears turn red at every drop. His heart was scarred. His soul was left broken. He could only hold on to the cold body and let the blood drip.

With a single step, the red sky continued to bleed, and the land was sapped of life and turned barren. The beautiful silvery lake turned into a bloody pool, where the human basked in all his glory.

The tragedy, the resentment, the anger he could muster.

Thousands of corpses lay dead under his feet with only one snap of his finger. He stood on the top of the corpses. One by one, with the song he sings, the dead heed his command.

Darkness whirls, his name being called in disdain.

He kills everyone in his sight.

As if he was a marionette...

"You should stop.."

He did not reply, he continued to marvel at the beauty of stardust that kept him company for a while, whose colors contrasted with the red and black of his sacred mountain. Undead growls and kills their loved ones. This is it, the magnificent tragedy befitting of these useless mortals.

[Such a fascinating sight.] The God of Despair said while laughing loudly.

Man's greatest fear is himself. The logic of someone more powerful than them. They don't dare to have envy or jealousy. They were just a little existence to the being in front of them.

[Yes... curse me... curse the world... fall in despair and loathe yourself...]

This traitorous instance. A mortal's betrayal was nothing more than a weak ant's rebellious conduct – a weakness that cost them everything they wished and longed for. This parting is as painful as losing everything.

[The curse of a God... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...]

The land crumbled. The covenant and curses were made. The heretic made a blood pact as the creator of the realms.

[Kill... kill them all...]

If the world betrays him, then he'll betray the world.

[Let them shed blood.]

They were consumed by eternal sadness, yearning, and longing once the reality of losing the one they love dawned on them.

[Destroy... destroy it all!]

His eyes were now filled with tears.

His hands stretched forward as if trying to feel something ahead.

The screams got louder and louder. The cries of the dead filled his head.

[YOU KILLED THEM ALL!]

That was the beginning of his first regression.

~TBC~

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Authors Notes:

Did you think it was fluff? Think again! XD
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