The God King

Prelude

Prelude
40 years ago...The Final Territories

     The rain fell hard onto the land. Blood from both the Nethered Soldiers and the King's Army. The war between the two nations raged on for a year before the two sides decided to end it at The Final Territories. A great battle field where legends were made and villains fell. Those who knew of the battle predicted that the 3rd King's Army would destroy the Nethered Soldiers...they don't know how wrong they were. The 3rd King stood facing the Nethered Soldiers with the King's Army standing proudly behind him, and behind the Nethered Soldiers was The Nether King.

"Too scared to stand face to face with me, Nether?! What kind of king hides behind his army?! You're nothing more than a coward!" yelled the 3rd King as he aimed his sword in the Nether King's direction.

"I am no coward, you're just a fool," the Nether King turned to one of his soldiers and gave him a slight nod. "On my mark! Get ready! FIRE!" yelled Nether and instantly, hundreds of arrows rained down from the sky hitting the King's Army. Some men fell instantly, while others had time to shield themselves.

"CHARGE!" yelled Nether, commanding his soldiers to rush into battle and so they did. The soldiers stood at six foot ten which was considerably taller than King's army which varied in size and weight. Each Nethered Soldier weighed 340 lbs in pure muscle. They're speed and ferocity made them a dangerous opponent on the battlefield. But, they could be outsmarted as they don't think for themselves. They are nothing more than mindless brutes that follow the orders of the Nether King. Relying on that factor was the only thing that gave the 3rd King and his army hope.

As the sides collided, the final battle was officially on and the King's Army was losing badly. Their numbers had been greatly reduced to less than half, while the Nether King still had back ups on standby. The King's men began to fall fast as they stood no chance and hope was slowly fading. "ENOUGH OF THIS!" yelled the 3rd King as he ripped his cape off and charged up his sword.

Lightning surged from the blade and the king began his offensive assault, slicing and stabbing multiple Nether soldiers. The 3rd King's sword had slain multiple enemies since its creation but this is the battle that really counts. "I'm over this!" holding the sword into the sky, the 3rd King charged it up with lightning and stabbed it into the ground, blasting the Nethered Soldiers back and killing a few.

"IS THAT THE BEST YOU HAVE?!" yelled the 3rd King. With an irritated look, the Nether King slipped on his helmet and raised his sword to the sky, summoning more of his soldiers. "Time to end this pointless battle and show him what the efforts of the Nether Nation can do." said the Nether King.

Yelling out a villainous battle cry, the Nethered Soldiers charged at the last remaining men of the King's Army. Using his sword, the Nether King used the darkness and blasted away some more of the king's men, leaving nothing but a small squad of 10 men and the king. Soon the Nethered Soldiers overwhelmed the squad as they fought until their bodies gave out, perishing to the Nethered Soldiers.

The 3rd King stood beaten and bloody in front of the Nether King. Looking up at the seven foot tall man, he said, "Do it. Kill me and another will rise to end you!"

"No, they won't." said the Nether King as he stabbed the 3rd King, bringing his rule to an end.