Animabus Pereunt

Prologue

Fields covered in green stretched far into the horizon. The rivers were cold and filled with rich turquoise water, crystal clear. The mountains were high and bursting with life, seeming almost too perfect to be real. Forests home to trees of any color imaginable, shedding their leaves in the midst of fall. Air fresh and enlightening, undisturbed by the chemicals that would one day infect that pure world.

It was a place of beauty. A simple time in the youth of the world. Before it knew of corruption and death, before the first and eventual second fall. Something even the wisest of mages could not seem to comprehend. An undisturbed place, even with all the diverse beings that inhabited it. In a sense, that diversity was what filled the world with even more color, bringing the world to a new brilliant birth every day.

          There was no end to what they could create for the world. They were determined to make the world a better place for themselves and those around them. The world was at a time of peace, where all living would live in harmony. That, to their dismay, did not last very much longer. For, the reality of it all said that to world could not remain so young forever. There must be evolution for the world to prosper. And evolution their was. The world was always growing.

          But the Gods did not believe it was enough. It was never going to be enough. They desperately wanted something new to play with. Something to distract them in a world too perfect for its own good. They came together to create something new. Given a gift from all those before them, they were similar to all the rest, but somehow different. Humans. They arrived in the world, born to please and entertain the Gods. They came as a surprise to those who had already inhabited the world. They had strange mannerisms and personalities. They seemed almost intelligent, but in the wrong way.

          As they were born only to entertain, they went to seek their purpose to life. Immediately they started to wreak havoc in the world, destroying and taking. When they would create, which was more often that not, it would never be for those around them. Always themselves, always about their purpose. Blind to anything around them. Of course the Gods themselves where absolutely delighted. Their entertainment would never cease and they loved every bit of it. The inhabitants, on the other hand, were not so appreciative towards this reckless behavior.

    Their homes were being ruined and everything they had worked on and cared about their whole lives was falling apart. For pure entertainment. They would not stand by, and watch their lives come to an end at the hands of these idiotic creatures. Everyday a war would be fought within each of them, against their anger and hate. If only not to be killed earlier than the rest. And every day they would win. But it only took one loss for it all to fall apart. A day when the destruction was too much, when they could no longer hold all the suppressed rage together.

Their rage was released all at once, overwhelming all life. All like was immersed in a thick, deep, darkness. All rose to the occasion and began the destruction of the humans, and everything they lived for. The fires of hell cried out for revenge. To show the ever present world what true fear really means. Over towns and villages of people darkness consumed  becoming something greater with every new souls it was able to penetrate and infect. Each one's fury screaming for their eternal release. There was no where anyone could go but forward. In any effort to be released from the giant pain of darkness.

Humans, the source of their own problems, were scared.
Enough that some could say they went insane. Crazy under the inhumane thought they may be able to perish. Being as they were, they let themselves be overwhelmed and consumed by fear and anguish. Their minds morals vanished within the second, and all right and wrong was no longer applicable. Brain blank they went forward to do the impure, for their desires. For the need to be in control once more, was too great and at last they gave into temptation.

At last they were free from the shackles of mortality and acceptance. Every human gave into their sensual desire for destruction, and let their souls roam free. A mad frenzy of heat and friction consuming every single person, only to start once more in the cycle of passion.

In the aftermath of it all, what could really be seen was unknown. Every stone untouched by the spirit of release. The remains of the world left to rot. Every child born as a result, left for dead, where only the strongest remain. Those who were not so strong, ran. Ran away from their problems, their children born into bastardy. And all the children of so many species and genes, left to die and fertilize the ground they were born on.

What few remained, eaten by the weak, in their desperate attempts to find anything edible. Everything consumed or destroyed. The only way to move on was to be reborn

    Wailing. Tears. Wailing.

    A strong step this way. One foot in front of the other. Easy steady

    Tears. Wailing. Tears.

    There. A small body, a bundle of soul. Different. Strange. Brave.

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