Till The End Of Time

Prolouge

"For the goddess Azari, we do."

That was their justification. "For the goddess."

Their justification for all the death

Destruction

Chaos

It started with one, then two, then ten... Then hundreds.

Hundreds of mythicals, or magicals, whatever you call them were murdered.

Far away from civilization, within the base of a temple, a group of masked men(or woman) stood in a circle with their hands facing upward like making a prayer, but this was no prayer to God.

"For the goddess Azari, we do. To rid the land of its burdens." The chanted all as one. A female stood in the center of the ring of cloaked faces tied down to a post and chalk marking surrounding her. She hung her head down, the fight had left her eyes days ago.

"May the forbidden be vanquished and the evil repelled." The chalk around her started to give of a glow. The woman looked around frightened, and give a last effort to untangle herself. Suddenly, the loud noise of the doors booming open was heard.

"Fates forbid! What are you doing!" A gruff voice yelled the throughout the hall. The masked faces turning towards the un-welcomed guest. Suddenly another deep voice bellowed.

"Don't get distracted, this can only work once, we can't afford a failure!" The man was 'round' and was clearly in his 50's. He wore the sign of the kingdom, a sun with the moon within it. This could only mean he was some type of pope. The 'round' man turned towards the 'guest.' "I see you've welcomed yourself in, General Evander Faunus."

The general looked towards the man. "What is the meaning of this! Unhand her this instance!" He looked back at the woman, expect this time he noticed something different. Light markings on her hands and the pointed ears. He turned back towards the pope who was enjoying the little show he had going on. "You monster... I know what you're doing, let her go!" The pope ginned. It wasn't the type of grin that would make you feel warm inside, no... It was the type to send shivers down your spine.

"General, come now, you know what's been said. Have you not heard from the sisters? It's a shame really, to see you standing all alone still wanting to fight for these...creatures." He gave a look of disgust as he looked towards the woman, who was still tied down. "Can you not see? Look at them! They're magic goes beyond the teaching of the goddess. They're not worthy of this world, to stand before us, the followers of the goddess Azari." Suddenly a beam of light flashed from the circle. The general stood there horrified. There was nothing he could do to save the girl. Since the initiation had already begun, he couldn't have just walked through the circle, it would blow him to smithereens. He looked towards the pillar, a plan forming in his mind. He couldn't let this ritual finish, even if it cost him his life. Using all those years of training, he grabbed his war hammer and sprinted behind him towards the closest pillar. The pope realized his intentions and quickly yelled.

"Stop him! Don't let him reach that pillar!" A group of soldiers sent by the kingdom came out of the shadows to try and stop him, but it was too late. With one swing, the general smashed his hammer into the wall. It was deathly silent. The general stood in fear that his strength wasn't enough to bring down the already weakening temple. That was, until he heard the rumbling. The pope growled in anger. Everything scrap of information they had learned was kept down here, it would all be lost!

"You'll kill us all, including yourself!" The pope lashed at the smirking general as the stone came falling down around them.

"I'm pretty sure that was my point."