The Light To Cure All Hearts

Prolog

Nothing Lived in what looked to be a baron waste land surrounded by canyons and moutons, but in the center of it all the tallest mouton of many that looked as though it could reached the heavens while at the bottom of the tallest mouton where thousands if not billions of furan looking swords oddly shaped as various types of keys all somewhat dug into the dry earth in all corners of the what looked to be a battleground with the middle of it all taking the shape of an X as if it was some sort of graveyard home to nothing but the blades of the dead and to complement the dreaded atmosphere, a clouded pitch black-greyish sky with a heart shaped green moon in the center above the tallest mouton. However, in the far distance away from the battlefield a top one of the nearby tall canyons stood an armored figure wielding his own key-esc sword with the colors being a mix of grey, black and white with there being no keychain at the end of the pommel, the grey hilt being rapped in black cloth and both the left and right hilt guards colliding to form the shape of a heart that meets a white blade with half of it shaded from grey to black and the end of the edge being forged in the shape of a another heart, the armored figure meanwhile adorning  silver, platinum and chrome armor. As the worrier stood amongst the baron land as if he was waiting for something to happen, a fowl energy swarmed above where he stood and plummeting down where creatures composed of nothing but the very darkness they spawned from with all of them having one thing in common amongst each other, there round glowing topaz colored eyes as if he was expecting there arrival, he readied himself and ran straight in to the darkened fray of what looked to be his last battle with the creatures following suit and charging at the armored worrier.