Ophuthis: Unfaltering Fidelity

Chapter 1: Indubitably Evil

Some say that the sky is just another sea, blue and usually tranquil. However, that was not the case 288 years ago, in year 844. A sky enveloped with the ominous hue of dark crimson, an amalgamation of the darkness, starless, void that is the night sky, and the chaos and decimation in the lands, resulted in this traumatic, chaotic and perilous event. Although it started on one island, it soon spread fast around the globe, similar to a plague slowly eating the world. This is the product of the acrimonious conquest of the Dark Father, and a domination he called, "mercy."

125 years after the visitation of the 13 Gods, Ophuthis is born. A name that would be later be engraved to the anxious minds of all races of the world. He was one of few lucky people who has a talent called "Celestial Arts", a power limited to only those blessed and chosen by the Gods. Unattainable, unlearnable, and non-heritable, this capability said to have a fraction of the creators' powers, is extremely rare, and is only able to the few that are born with the talent. But only one God can bless one Celestial Artist, and unfortunately for Ophuthis, he was blessed by the will of the infamous demon God, Lues Diaboli.

After identifying his existence, the Holy order sought after him, in the hopes of protecting the world against demoniacal means. He was captured against his will, away from the town he lived in, thousands upon thousands of Holy knights marched through the dense, compact cities of East GaCotta island. Despite the lack of evil activities, the world had figured he is only strengthening and sharpening his fangs, and strike at any given moment. Within a kilometer radius of Ophuthis' house, the Holy knights of Crusaders, Templar Knights and Teutonic knights all surrounded this wooden, middle-class home that strangely houses the most demonic creature to have ever existed. He was taken and forcefully put inside layers and layers of steel and iron cages, while being transported by elite members of the Holy order, all actions necessary when handling a unit capable of enslaving the whole world.

He was taken in the deepest cell the Holy order has in one of their strongholds in East GaCotta, where he stayed for months. However, although prepared and ready, those Holy knights are still unable to keep the growling beast from exiting his cage. A simple lock and key cannot stand against Ophuthis.

He broke out and erupted from the ground, like a volcano releasing magma and lava, he summoned himself from the pits of the underground and spread fire to the island, and eventually the whole world.
Mysteriously summoning creatures yet to be fathomed at the time, all sizes and faces so ghastly, a normal human cannot see without breaking. Even with the thousands of knights from the Holy order, it is not enough to equal the almighty magnitude Ophuthis possesses.

Anything high he toppled, anything flat he filled with carcasses and all buildings burned and turned to ashes and ruble, with his single decree, he can send millions of demons within a word.

A nation, an island, a world once prosperous and peaceful, abolished and destroyed. That night, a beam from the heavens shot through the smoke-filled clouds, blindingly and incandescently Illuminating the whole night sky. Others would assume it is the punishment the Dark Father received from the Gods; it might be the Gods responding and helping the world against this unfairly powerful demon, but wrong they were. Their hopes shattered, and dreams crushed, the beam was nothing but beneficial to the Dark Father.

As the blackest of night was cut by the blinding red light of retribution by Ophuthis to the world. His vengeance caused destruction, pain and suffering. Made the race paid with what they had done to him and his family. His eyes, once blue as the ocean, now turned as red as flames. His face said nothing but evil. Body covered with black robe, like the embodiment of death. Danced; floating midair, as the wind blew his black wearing, and the fire beneath him grew larger than ever before, raging than ever before. Hopeless people run like ants as they find a way to exit the tight streets as they fight for their lives amidst the hot burning houses and infrastructure that surrounded them. Some so helpless, they died amidst the fire, cannot do anything but scream in pain and agony. Screams of these poor people rang through, causing the other people to lose hope for themselves. It is horrifying just hearing those mind-breaking shouts, let alone shout yourself.