The Chaos Realm.

Chapter one

Dear mother,
All my life I wondered why every place I went to became a den of whispers. Why people avoided me like the plague. Why I woke up in the night to hear you weeping in your bed. These questions always haunted my consciousness. The thought that I was a liability to my family became my constant companion.
I remember the day when the silent ones took me. They locked me up. Starved me,tortured me. Spells and exorcisms sapped my mind and body. Then they finally announced that I had been purged of the dark sigil.
5 years. It took me five years of hard labor to return the silent one's favour. Finally, I came home. And still you wouldn't hold me in my arms like a mother. Something broke inside me that day. As I rip out the spirit shard out of my body, I know that I would rather rot in the nether world than spend another moment amongst people who have hated me my whole life for a sin committed by parents.
Farewell, mother. Don't worry, I'll keep sending you curses from the nether world.
Your cursed son,
Wasim

Wasim felt savage satisfaction at finally being able to get back at a mother who had shunned him from the moment he had come into this world. He got up from his seat and took one last look around his room. The walls were made of mud,and were bustling with little colonies of ants and a plethora of other insects. The floor was bare. A small sheet of cheap cotton served as a bed. The rickety wooden chair was the only piece of furniture in this palace of the poor. Wasim picked up the small sack from the corner and filled it with what little he had. A half eaten rock cake,a bottle of ink,a weathered pen and a queer rusted sword with a wicked sharp point.
Wasim heard loud voices in the distance. He sighed and tied his sack around his shoulders. Took them long enough,he thought, getting down to his knees and entwining his hands behind his head. He did not look up as the door slammed open. "Been waitin' a long time for this",Yusuf growled as he slammed the pommel of his sword into the back of his head. The last thing wasim heard was a sickening crack,as pain seared through his head and he lost consciousness.

***

"Tie the abomination up. No need ter be gentle. 'Tis a tough one",said Yusuf, guiding his men. He grudgingly admired the lad's courage. Not everybody survived the woods. Especially thin stringy 18 years old like him when he had begun. He was still thin after 5 year's merciless labor,but his wiry physique held a titan's endurance. Yusuf had personally used his hammer like fists on the boy,but failed to break him. Yusuf wasn't used to have his arse handed to him,hence the aforementioned respect.
But that alone wasn't enough to quell his hatred of Wasim. He had lost too many of his fellow soldiers to the abominations.
The soldiers tied both of his arms with chains and dragged him out of the house.

The jeering crowd pelted Wasim with rotten fruits and eggs. Some went as far as to pelt him with rocks. Wasim was the first person in a long,long time to be banished to the nether world. But even that did not merit him the people's mercy. Yusuf saw their faces. Screwed and drawn in like a monkey's. Eyes like two pits of hellfire,spit flying from their mouths,bodies convulsing with unbound emotions,dripping with hatred. Only one thing brought these lying,bickering,thieving and murdering scum together: a abomination being damned. Only his soldier's training kept him from joining the maleficent crowd; there was only one thing he hated more than his wife. A cursed one. Blasted abominations.
A long time ago,some mischievous spirits stole Aslum the mad's favourite teacup. Aye,that's right,a frigging teacup. It so happened that Aslum was a magus who had lost his sanity when he had dipped his head in a pool of darkness to gain its secrets and improve his hold upon the dark arts. He announced that he would rip open a gate to hell itself to get back his cup. Now everyone knew that Aslum could no longer cast magic,but they humored him and gathered in the town square. With barely hidden grins,they watched as Aslum slammed his staff and behold! A tear appeared in the fabric of creation itself. Demons,spurred by the chance to escape from eternal hellfire,quickly jumped through and made abode in whichever living vessel they could find. Before it was too late,a magi stepped forth and closed the portal, trading his life essence to do so. The demon infested animals and plants were destroyed instantly,but nobody noticed the dead magi stumble away,with his shoulder glistening with a mark of pure darkness. And so it happened that the first demon made his home in our world. The world received the abominations, who reduced half the world to dust,and Aslum the mad got his teacup back.
"Wot 'appened then?" Asked a peasant voiced soldier,with one of those square and stupid faces that are common among the lower class,hence such people were always the easiest to forget. It so happened that the soldier had a mocking smile on his face. It so happened that Yusuf swung his heavily gauntleted hand at the soldier's face. That day,the people of nevlaq saw why they called him Yusuf skull-splitter.
"Enough! This is my city,captain,and you may not go around beating up MY city's guard." Screamed a high pitched voice from the raised platform. "Whatever you say,chancellor." Sighed Yusuf,stepping aside to allow a pair of healers to put Mr.unconscious on a stretcher. Nevlaq's Chancellor was a thin,old man with a wispy beard and a head devoid of any hair. He had big,owl like eyes with bushy eyebrows and a stern,somewhat fatherly gaze. His only saving grace was long height. Yusuf himself was a good six feet long,but even he looked like a child beside him.
"Drag the abomination up. Hurry up,I've got places to go!". Yusuf doubted that he had to go anywhere else apart from the "orphanage" where the god fearing chancellor Appleby had his harem. The soldiers dragged Wasim up on the platform. A couple of wizened priests appeared out of nowhere, in shrouded robes of velvet. They shooed everyone away and drew a chalk circle around the platform. Then they began chanting. Yusuf personally knew that all that chanting was absolute hogwash,staged to spread fear and awe in the audience. Banishing someone to the netherworld required one of those precious emerald crystals. Their rarity was one of the reasons that few abominations were damned to the netherworld. In freeing himself from the spirit shard,Wasim had incurred upon himself the wrath of the silent ones." O silent monarch,accept our offering! With your leave,we banished this cursed child to the netherworld!",chanted the priests,throwing a glowing emerald crystal upon Wasim's body.
A searing flash of energy knocked Yusuf down. By the time he got up, all that was left of Wasim was a smoking,circular crater,limited by the chalk boundaries. The chancellor cleared his throat and said,"Chop chop! Show's over! Back to work,you lazy scround- I mean,benevolent citizens."

End of chapter one.