With blood it begins- Part 1 Hate

Fargas's Dreams

She saw him approach. She saw him through her closed eyes and red vision. He was following the red mist of her blade. How dare he? It was her blade! Only she could use it! Her anger grew inside her sleeping body and she readied herself. He came closer his eyes fixed on the body of Seopidis below her. That angered her more; he was hers! Nobody else could look at him.

As her anger swelled the approaching boy set his gaze on her blade sticking out of the snowy ground next to the dead and soulless body of Seopidis. Da'kar started to reflect the anger she felt and started to glow red. The boy came closer. The closer he came the more Da'kar would glow it's anger, her anger growing with each step he took.

He stopped a few inches away from the sword and reached out. He grabbed the black leather handle and pulled Da'kar out of the ground it's red blade glowing more furiously, with more hunger. He studied the word inscribed on the handle. Da'kar. And her anger exploded. The red mist that surrounded her exploded. The entire village exploded.

She did not wake after that. She fell into an even deeper slumber. She dreamt horrible dreams. Dreams of her birth.

"No!" was the first word she heard. A fine word to be said in front of a newborn she thought. As she opened her eyes for the first time, all she saw was red. But she caught glimpses of the real world. A world ablaze in fire. A world where everything was burning. A world in time of war. She remembered smiling on her first day of life. Smiling a cruel smile.

She knew that she was born for hate and anger. She knew what she was. She was the incarnation of hate. She was the embodiment of anger.

A newborn did not always no what it was destined to be. But Fargas knew. She knew all. Then the voice came again breaking Fargas's chain of thoughts, "No!" it screamed. "NO!"

She turned around to see who it was and kill him. It was a man. It was a God. One of the High Gods of the Shalock Council. It was the supreme leader of the Gods, the first God of Fire Shrack. How did she know? She just did. She knew all, she saw all.

The Fire God was standing over the broken body of his father now bleeding on a blood stained battleground. Not the blood of mortals, the blood of Gods and Devils. Black blood. Fargas was born in the War of the Immortals. The war where the world ended and was reborn. Reborn anew.

The Fire God dropped to his feet and cried by the Great Fire of the throne room alongside his father the first God of Death's broken body. It was the end of the war Fargas guessed as the roof crumbled down dragging the majestic pillars along with it. A huge shadow loomed over the two Gods and a booming voice laughed. "Shrack!" the voice said. "You insolent fool! You stood no chance against the Devils and me but you still fought. You shall now pay the price of your folly as you watch your precious world burn!"

"That is where you are mistaken Fragen!" The Fire God looked up at the shadow. "I already have," he said.

Fragen started to laugh, a sound that made the palace crumble once more. This time Shrack laughed with him. He stood up still laughing and dove into the fire. A last resort Fargas realised. A last ditch attempt to stop the world from burning.

As he dissolved into fire the world exploded.

Fragas was the only God of Old who survived the war. She floated aimlessly over her brothers broken world and watched as it repaired itself. She floated for thousands of years until she found her fathers blade sheathed in a jute sack at the bottom of an ocean.

When she found the last remaining piece of her father; his word, she laughed manically and closed her eyes once more.

Fargas's red and sleepy vision came into focus as her Dream State ended. Her red tinted vision showed her it was night.

Her vision darted around looking for the corpse of the boy. She searched for hours. She searched also for her blade; Da'kar.

But she couldn't find either and her vision went black again as she fell back into her Dream Sate. She feared what she would remember in her Dream State. She feared that she would see the murder. A murder she committed, her first of many. The murder of a woman. Her mother.

Fargas had a form. A physical form. She wasn't red mist, not anymore. She realised that she was a beautiful woman as she looked at herself in the house of a mortal. She had red hair red eyes and a red aura around her. "You look lovely darling," a voice behind her said.

When Fargas whisked around to see who it was, she saw a woman. A woman who looked exactly like her. The same red eyes and hair. The same aura around her. It was uncanny. "What happened dear?" the woman asked mockingly. "At a loss for words?" she laughed manically. Fargas couldn't reply. She held the woman's gaze. In the absence of a reply the woman continued. "Of course you don't remember," she sighed. "Who are you?" Fargas asked finally finding her voice. "I am your mother dear, Hoka the First Goddess of Hate," she smiled.