We begin on top of a mountain, with a man surrounded by the corpses of demons, his armor spattered with blood as his blade was buried within the hide of a demon, the demon's dying screech cursing him, and yet he felt no different, for he was already cursed.
Cursed to walk as a dark crusader, a paladin that has fallen out of favor with the gods, cursed to walk the earth eternally till he appeases the gods and his sins are forgiven.
This crusader, the only one of his kind to exist, was known as Isaac, though he abandoned this name long ago to avoid the hunters sent by the Church.
As Isaac pulled his blade from the demon's corpse, his thoughts drifted to his old home in Lindengard he wanted nothing more than to return there. To his old life, his old family. Yet, he knew that should he do so, the gods would unleash more pain and suffering than even he could stop. For he had discovered the truth about the gods and their so-called love, that they only wished to see the world under their boots, and when he tried to tell people the truths, he found himself labeled as a heretic and was branded as a Dark Crusader by the gods, a reminder that their rule was absolute.
Isaac sheathes his blade and begins to walk down the mountain toward the village. Werewolves were reported to be terrorizing the villagers and since the gods had massive temples within the village, they had ordered Isaac to save the Village, though they didn't care whether the humans died or not, so long as the temples remained unharmed.
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dark crusaders new journey
Fanfictionthe story of a crusader once thought to be evil and dark now on a New journey of redemption (also this is my first story so cut me some slack)
