Forgotten

I’ve seen the world terrorized though the millenniums, I’ve heard cries of eternity wishing to end; though my soul has carried on. My tale begins with the banishment, exciled from the kingdom of Heaven, fallen into the ashes of a place once beautiful; earth.

I'm bound by fate to perish and roam the world until my exsistance is forgotten

Freedom, a word misunderstood; we’re nothing more thne creatures whom dwell in a fallen nature; where sins flourish. When you’re forsaken and broken, desires of your heart cannot be satisfied, the only thing which survives is the will to power and dominance. My twisted mind is tortured without remorse, within lies a demon of vengeance and hatred.

The journey to salvation Is for the blind and those of light hearts; the fallen are just a sickness of death itself. The shattered dreams rage for fulfillment, my desires to shine glorious in heaven in honor; once more. The journey home is the endless horizon; The eternal life which awaits is the damnation of Hell.

In exile I've traveled though Storms of Hail and lightning, though fate has been stricken, the chance of redemption is upon me, I've uncovered the ancient remains of when the Archangels ruled the earth, it seems they've left behind a sword of lightning called "Adorn"; these are gifts of redemption to those of the fallen nature; though at a price. The sword is bound beyond the Colloquium “The Chamber of Condemned “. The ancient legends of redemption were tales spoken by the Demons, though I’ve never believed them to be the truth.

The angels of ancient wars had forsaken creatures of agony, Evil and torment. These creatures were given redemption of warfare, the fight for freedom. The condemnation is without return, The world of Ancient demons awaits beyond these chambers, these demons are superior to the fallen, there mystical powers enslave and destroy.

These haunted tales are nothing compared to the damnation of Hell. The sword Adorn is enslaved with powers beyond my comprehension, though can this withstand the forces which dwell beyond the boundaries of Colloquium.

The entrance of Colloquium was paved with vines, silent screams echoed though the hollow entrance, fear seemed to arise; though the sight of Adorn consumed me with courage. The chance to be united to where I once belonged has raged inside me, with a gust my darkened wings spread wide, the path to the journey of freedom has begun. The entrance walls enrage with fire and thunder; destoying all who attempt to escape, my fate has been sealed. Whispers of Adorn silence my fear with the sight of everlasting power; with one hand I’ve drawn the fight for freedom.

The dawn of light has been forsaken; The last command of pride is without purity and vurte. Adorn shines before me, lighting travels though the blade.