Night falls

The dawning of the night

I am called Tenebrus the night-bringer, and I am the first of the dead. Long ago, it was I who made the voyage into the afterlife before any other. It was I who discovered this dark world, and it was I who won the throne. In the beginning, I existed peacefully with the other dead. But they were few then. After a so long even the first of the gods had died, there came a war. The ancient ones, the oldest and strongest of the dead, those who had the power of eternities, rose up against one another to take the throne. Soon, the gods had assembled all their acolytes, the ancient ones had gathered their saints, and were at war with each other. Not gods against men, but brother against brother, as only one could rule. It was brutal, and many were cast into the Void, but I, the strongest of the dead, struck them all down as a black hole devours the light. They are no more. The underworld is at peace now, and the dead are punished or given power as I see fit. As is my duty. This is my story, and the story of how I came to be here. It started with a flicker of light passing into my consciousness. The war in the Overworld had finally ended, and I no longer was overwhelmed with new dead. I was viewing the peace above, happy how humans had always found a way to make peace from violence. Humans amaze me, they live every day as if their life is indomitable. Of course, they are wrong, and the darkness will take them all inevitably, and they know this. Perhaps that is what amazes me: despite the inevitability of death, they aren't afraid to truly live. I was searching for a man; a human whose soul shined with the colors of the universe, a galaxy sparkling in his mind. I had found him long ago, I watched him be birthed, I watched him fight and play and grow, and he was a young man when the war started. I knew he had been drafted, and I hoped he had survived. This may seem odd, being King of the dead, but he, more than any other, deserved to see the full beauty of the universe before this cold place claimed his soul. He deserved a better afterlife than exists. He deserves what mortals refer to as "heaven". Unfortunately, the heavens have long since fallen, their rulers cast into the void. Only this is left now. It was at this moment I felt a presence pass into my realm, a presence unlike any other. Most souls, upon entrance of this foul place, were filled only with fear and pain. Screaming in agony into the silence. This soul, however, was radiating peace and bravery. It had great power, too. Far greater than a human soul should. Whoever this was, I needed to find him and determine his future, be it punishment, or an eternity wandering the depths of time.

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Ok guys, first chapter. I'm mad busy, so don't expect them too often, but they'll be good, I promise. Leave a comment with any ideas or critiques, I could use them.