Hell's Heart

There he stays. The flames of Hades burning inside. Grasping and squeezing his fears, pulling at the strings of his heart, until… nothing. This man, this creature, he is a new kind a breed that this world has never known...

He watches from the mountainside as the city burns. His laughter carrying through the wilderness. Echoing in the wind. Watching as each building falls, and each scream is called. Watching this land be shaped into a land of ash and rubble, of death and despair. This will become his new home. This is a new feeling, this force has never been present in this land until now. This is truly the beginning of a new chapter.

The chapter of peace has ended. This, oh this chapter is the newly birthed chapter of war.

From the heart of Hell he was forged. Brought with him The Army of Teras. The Forsaken Souls that were given hope by a relentless force. The Forsaken One has chosen to spare them, for whatever reason he saw them as use. Each one trained in the fires of the home world in which he came, reborn by the flame that grace their skin. Memories, washed away in the blood of the deceased. This is the story of how the Forsaken Souls changed the world….

Segment 1

Alone sits our hero; his room is dark, the only light to be seen is that of candles strategically placed around his chamber. He sits and thinking of what’s to come, for the eve of the creation of a new world is upon them. This world ruled only by the creator of the Great Flame itself.

There is a knock on his door. Our hero quickly puts his mask on and opens the chamber door. Commander Aegon stands on the other side.

Com. A: Forsaken One forgive me, but the time approaches. You are to address the Teras of the new dawn.

F1:  How many are there?

Com A: You have been granted a platoon. The army is waiting on your command.

F1: I did not mean the army.

Com A: Sir?

F1: How many are we taking on? How many must we cut down?

Com A: What does that matter? All of them will die this is our rise.

F1: So it seems. Very well, escort me to the podium.

Com A: Sir!

F1: Enough with the sir shit I’m not military.

Com A: Then what shall I call you?

F1: Blake

Com A:  Blake, hm sounds so-

F1: Where you were from again commander?

Com A: Well I come from the East Passage from the city of Bloodheln.

F1: I meant before you were here. Before we recruited you.

Com A: I don’t understand I was always here I’ve never been off this world.

F1: Yes of course... Now enough I have an army to address.

Commander Aegon leaves the stage area. Blake looks across the crowd, he looks at each face, at each soldier. He clears his throat, he speaks.

F1: It seems the time is upon us... The flames have shown of the day to come, they show of a falling world, a planet, destined for destruction. I am sure you have all heard of the world I speak of. The human world the species so manipulative, so devastating that even it stands a threat to the powers of her Majesty herself.

F1: This world will become ours. Teras will plant the flag at the heart and take what is rightfully ours. Brothers, sisters, our day approaches. Each second used is a second that the enemy is given to prepare. The time draws near, show no mercy. Let all who stand in your way feel the sting of your steel and the kiss of your shield. Don’t hold back, there will be no survivors, let them all suffer, let them stare into the flame of your heart as you tear them one by one. Our time is now, war approaches, we will fight, and we will win.

A chant begins to rise up from the army. Blake steps down from the stage.

F1: (Despicable...)

END Segment 1.