Legends of Eiyressia [EN]

Finale

Give a man a taste of true poetry, and he would not be able to live without it. Let death feel something more than empty void and it will understand that there is something beyond nothingness, it called home since the dawn of time. Life is better than decay and chaos that follows the end of everything.

Everything has to be earned. Work is the basis for improvement, and improvement provides life. For death, which only takes away, the door to happiness will forever remain closed. A gate it will not be able to cross. That will not bother it, through life, it learned to be patient. Even the strongest will eventually fall. As time draws close, terrible visions buried deep in the confines of the world reveal themselves, taking control over the meal, that the prey is.

The devil tried to break into Reality once, in hope of inhabiting it, escaping from the hell that is the Abyss. Luckily, his attempt at reshaping the world anew, in colours of insanity met its end before the forests could talk about it again. Nature pushed him out of her flow, like a hideous disease. Though the act made a mark on her body, she managed to cut of the infected wound, before it was able to finish off the rest of her body.

All that remained, are just scattered remains of him, nothing more. Voices, echoing through the world, searching for his master, confused, lost. They glimpse with despair at blue fields, covered in flowers relinquishing in the sunlight, dancing in the gust of light breezes. Without their leader, who now vanished, they are outcasts. Nobody will accept them, understand their life. All they are is just an abomination, that should be cleansed from the face of the planet.

Roaming the uncharted land, searching for anything, that could aid them in restoring the one, who brought them to life, they defy all existence. Until they will find what they are looking for, they will bend reality in hope of returning home, to a place where they may find tranquillity. 

Until humanity stays at bay, keeping the screams of forgotten battles tightly locked, the world will not be harmed in any way. Everything will proceed as it used to, blooming thanks to nothing stopping the growth of the nature. Life, kept safe from the destructive ashes of the past, will endure all.

Beings, who remained may spread chaos, madness, but alone, they are weak. Following their instincts, they act without thinking, only in hope of satisfying their cravings. All life around them may become corrupted but their influence will remain limited. A silent orchestra, playing for a tiny audience, far from the world stage.

Such evil, innocent at first is going to find its victim one day. Mind of a genius, a bastion of justice, someone who once stood as the guardian of the light. It will help him in his darkest hour, saving him from the hands of the reaper. An act of kindness that will cost nothing. At least, that is how the victim may see it, tied unknowingly in a web of lies.

Relishing in the second wind he was given, his heart pumping strong again, he will forget all worries. Pride will drive him forward, rays of light, will guide him towards his destiny. A journey towards eldritch horror, one where he will laugh at whatever is going to be thrown at him.

The mind, burning brightly in the face of the truth, will discard the soul, now being just an unnecessary weight for the body. He will sell it to his friend, thanks to whom he was brought back from the dead. Such a powerful being would have better use of it rather than him, a body that is fuelled by unyielding determination.

Humanity's order will be worthless to him. Rules, created by powerful to control the weak. As such, he will become an outcast just as the rest of creatures, who once fought valiantly next to their master. For him, they are going to become something more, than just remnants of the past. Among them, many strong allies will do all their best, to remind the world who they truly fear.

Demons, beasts, unnamed entities, all that roams the world, now bowing before him, as they see the fire he carries, one that will spread across the entire planet. Humans, especially those who believe they can interact with the unknown, will also support him. They will betray their own kind only to try to break the bonds of fate.

For them, a new master that controls life and death may mean improvement, a chance to forge a new life. Just like the rest of outcasts, they will back him up, protecting from the blade of the guardians of light and from nature's wrath, which will do its best to stop any potential threat.

Without a soul or anybody, who would guide him, for the sentinel of forces beyond rules of the world, no rest will be given. Only through bloodshed, silencing the screams of his enemies, may he find solace. The mind, now entirely obedient to the entity that brought him back, that drives him forward, towards his targets, next places, next enemies.

No pain will take him down, his body will endure all. Enraged, overtaken by wrath and fury, it will reject the offer to rest, living only off battle. The sentinel will carve his path, climbing piles to his goal, seeming so near yet so far.

Only then, when he is going to join forces with the last living kin of his lord, will he find what he sought painstakingly long. He will gain power that is going to open the gates, sealed off tight for centuries. One starry night, in a room where music is playing and the socialite will forget about their worries, will the sentinel acquire it. From that point on, nothing will stop him.

The gate will be opened and with it a new order will arrive. The world will now understand, what was buried deep in the memories of their ancestors minds. They will know the truth, they tried to erase at all cost, so that no one would know about the failure they once suffered. Humanity will know and the world will bow to its old master.