With blood it begins- Part 1 Hate

Introduction

There is a tale as old as time itself, a tale of men, a tale of hunger, a tale of a family wrought in blood, a tale of a blade that started it all. And this is what was written in a book long forgotten, a book that told the tale...

Seopidis looked down at the four foot long blade. It glowed a magnificent red in the evenings fading light. He looked down towards the handle where the words Da'kar were inscribed also in red. The fading sunlight broke through the trees of the Ru'gal woods' huge eucalyptus trees. Seopidis realized that he had little time before his father would come looking for him at his mother's behest. He dropped the blade and as it thudded softly onto the wet soil, Seopidis ran back east towards home.

He ran through the woods' as fast as he could and made it to the edge, before the world exploded in a fury of red.

When Seopidis woke up his vision was tinted red, he was filled with a rage he did not know he had and he wanted to unleash all his hate upon the world. In his right hand he gripped the sword he had found in the depths of the Ru'gal woods. In his left hand a red fire blazed, a fire that reflected his anger and hate. He realized that that fire was fed by the hunger of men and the hate of the world. It was a small resemblance of the fires that burned souls in the Underworld. And now, now that he was ruled by anger, he understood what the word Da'kar meant. It mean the Soulsucker. The blade was the incarnation of Salar the Death God. It was the unholy offspring of fear and death.

And it wanted to be unleashed.

Seopidis looked ahead and saw his home town, he saw his father running towards him. A voice inside his head, a raspy and smoky voice instructed him 'He deserves to die, crush him like the roach he his.' And Seopidis listened to that voice, a voice of anger and hate. And an unknown voice.

He cut the approaching man, his father, down and let Da'kar suck his soul. He then turned to the town that he once loved and screamed. It was a scream of pure hate and loathing. A scream that rendered everybody deaf and he charged.

What happened next was unclear, but the town was destroyed. A once prosperous town had turned into an inferno of red fire and blood. Seopidis killed everything he loved, everything.

Once the town was but ash, the red tint of hate faded and Seopidis looked upon what he had caused. He stared in utter horror at the destroyed town, he looked at his family's house. It was there, but it wasn't. Seopidis couldn't take it anymore. He dropped Da'kar and fell down crying. He tried to say sorry, but no words came out. Nothing. As he lay there weeping, the blade glowed more than ever.

It stayed true to it's name, Soulsucker, as it sucked the life out of it's last master and left his empty body to shrivel up.

It was believed that no one survived the hate and anger that Seopidis unleashed. But those who believed were wrong. One person survived. A baby. A baby girl, she came out of the ruins of her house crawling on all fours. She crawled to the corpse of Seopidis, she climbed up onto the boys somach, curled up there and slept.

As she slept there she grew older. Her life force combined with Seopidis's shrivelled body and kept it from disintegrating. When did she wake? She hasn't. Yet. But she is cursed, that is for sure. She is the subject of a prophecy, a prophecy spoken by Lord Tilgrauf the Reader. When she wakes, she will end the world. She is Fargas the Soul Eater and Da'kar is her sword.

But as it is with most prophecies, there is one hope. A child will be able to control the power of Da'kar, and the child who can is the only one who can kill her.

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US.