In the quiet town of Hampton, a beautiful town surrounded by mountains as tall as the sky, a man walked into a bar. The day was the nineteenth of the fifth month in the year 666, and all were wary, for the people were superstitious.
The man was tall, with a black cape and a scarf the same color hiding all of his face, except his eyes. The man wore what we know as a fedora and red eyes, streaked with violet coloration, which gave them the appearance of being near black in the dark.
As the man walked in, many were attracted to the eyes. No one had seen any eyes of that color. Some were curious. Those who had never even left the town were wary, and ready to strike at a moment's notice. The man went to the bartender and ordered a drink.
One of the men went to start a conversation. His name was Arman Aguirre. He was a man of normal stature, and like the rest of the townsfolk, he was very superstitious. He was tall and worked as an innkeeper.
As Arman sat beside the man, he heard a voice. The voice was quiet but deep. "You should not be here. I am not one you should be around. Bad... things happen around me. Do not ask, you do not want to know."
Arman merely shrugged and said "I just want your name. Nothing more." The stranger replied "If your wish is my name, it is Faust Nilson. Now please, leave me alone." Arman got up and left the man alone, but before he left, he told the man "There is an inn up the road. I run the place, and if you need a place to stay, you are welcome to stay there."
Faust did not reply, and Arman left him alone. Faust downed his drink, and he then left the bar. Faust then walked into the forest, knowing that Arman followed. Faust heard eerie music as they ventured deeper into the forest. Then he saw a light. As he grew nearer, he saw a large, pulsating orb that seemed to be made of a black silk, that glowed the darkest red you can imagine. As they got closer, the light grew darker, if that was at all possible.
He then heard Faust chanting in some unintelligible language. He said "rïsa ebrithil arrekoon jin deloi, hórna pömnuria call un emerge from yeri prison." As he said the words repeatedly, the orb pulsated quicker, and quicker, growing so fast that the earth shook. Arman could take it no longer, he jumped from hiding and yelled "Stop!"
Faust stopped, and slowly turned around to face Arman. What Arman saw terrified him. The eyes were pure black, his skin glowed as if there was a fire in his body, and he spoke, but it was not the voice of Faust, it was something more evil. He said "Hello, Arman Aguirre. I have waited a long time for this moment, when I would finally have a Pure One, right in front of me." Arman was stunned.
"How do you know my name, demon?"
Faust cocks his head to the side and smiles."The stars foretold that the final Pure One would be named in this area. I heard your name was Arman, and now look, here you are, right in my hands."
"NO!" A hidden figure jumps out of the trees and splits the cocoon open with a pair of sickles, glowing orange in the light of the orb. Out of it spills a red slime, and a body. The body dissolves into a dark pool of what looks like blood.
The figure then spins and cuts out Faust's neck. As the assassin steps back, he says "Stolas, trideset šesti goetianskih demona, nestani!" Faust merely smiles, and as his body disintegrates, a sign of purple wood, with pulsing veins of red appears.
It reads:Ti bi od svih ljudi trebao znati da je potrebno više od toga da me ubiješ.
Arman asks "Who are you? And can you read the sign?" The figure says "I can read the sign. My name is Aravos. I will not tell you anything else, other than to come and listen." Arman decided that the stranger was his best chance of survival, and they left.
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Battle of the Pure
FantasyThis follows the tale of a man named Arman. Born in the small village of Hampton, Arman follows a man to the woods, and finds a secret world. And that world is at war. As Arman tries to unravel the great power he has found within himself, he finds t...
