(AN- Hey! Silent-reaper here, and welcome to the first chapter of my second fanfiction in existence! Yup, it's a SVTFOE fic, and I had this idea for about around...FREAKING last year!
I barely have any time, but I just want to post at least three or four fanfictions this year. You can check the ideas out on Fanfiction.net under the same name, if you're curious.
PS-I was so surprised to hear Ocram's name during the Season 4 trailer. Seems the show creators and I have a same idea on using his name backwards. I wrote this BEFORE that trailer was released, but that doesn't matter now.
Now then, let's get onto the brand new story!
Enjoy!)
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Black clouds, violet dust, and gray ash rise from the burnt soil. The night sky was dyed a calming blue upon the horizon, laying its paint upon the three moons.
There was nothing else to describe such a simple scene.
Only a light, a dancing form of orange and yellow, stood out from the dark atmosphere. The furious flame slowly swept through the tightly shut and empty villages of the lower class, but there were no cries of help nor screams of agony.
Even from afar, the burning wood can still be heard clearly as day.
The fire still hungers for more.
It's master commands it.
Standing at the top of it all was a shadowed figure, solemnly gazing the scenery upon a grassy hill.
The figure was single man, folding his arms behind his back. His collar a mass of white mane and a crimson hood donned over his head. Small highlights of gold and blue outline the seams.
Over his chest, a single red cloth was draped over his iron plating. A golden amulet was attached to his right, baring forth an emblem of a green eye on its shining surface.
On his armor were glowing symbolic runes, their meaning unknown except to the wearer. The only exposed and armorless part of him was his right arm, where tattoos of black tentacles marked on the muscled flesh.
The last trait to take from his image was the snow-white skeletal mask that covered only the front of his face. Two crescent moons mirrored each other on either side of the cheeks.
The eye sockets a complete abyss, only filled by two flames. The left eye glowing a bloody crimson flame, and the other a monstrous amber.
Stabbed to the ground next to the man was a forest green staff with a matching red cloth tied near the neck. A spherical head rests on the top, a thin pink crystal that shone like a heartbeat. Sharp, jet black wings sprouted on the sides, giving the staff an illusion of a living creature.
The magical weapon was emitting an ominous hum that was oozing with malicious power, begging to be used by him.
Saluting behind the man were rows and rows of Monsters, among them a few Mewmans, bearing the best of their furred armor and sharpened weapons. A crimson flag was raised, depicting a frightening yet majestic symbol of the same eye and wings of his emblem.
They held their arms high, victoriously cheering from their first conquest.
Their cheers were soon silenced as the masked man held up but a single arm. Spines straightened and chest pushed forward. Their obedience and training at full display.
A clear sign of his complete authority over their great numbers.
He turned and signaled a nearby general--a humanoid frog-man--who quickly saluted and whistled to his brethren.
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Ocram Ziad: Conqueror of Mewni
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