Fallen

Prologue

As much as we don't like to believe it, we don't have control over our very fate. We never have, and we never will. All of our actions are constructed by some invisible figure that we cannot see nor can we understand, Divinity himself included. Now I've never been one to believe in fate or destiny or any of that... crap. There's a simple answer as to why, it's just all... well... it's all crap.

I used to be in a position of massive power, that being the rank of 'Guardian of Light' by some council of egomaniacs who think they're above the multiverse just because they protect it. Being in that rank was the highlight of my life. I protected those who need it and I did it with ease. I gained power and became strong, and that made me admired by countless individuals and I lived an overall happy life. For the most part anyway, my childhood wasn't the best. My father was abusive, he cheated on my mother and killed my brother. In a fit of rage I killed him and became king of the Light Elves as he was the king at the time. After that I met my wife, my sweet Elfin... We then had a son named Ezrik. After the council of light noticed my combat and leadership skills mixed with my will to save those who needed it, they took me in to become the next Guardian of Light, someone who protects all of the multiverse.

I had a nice run with that, despite the fact that it did not last. A happy life does not stay, it cannot stay. When you take the same path as me you'll one day realize that all that makes you smile will vanish into a vast void of torment and pain. A horrible series of events unfolded. First my loved ones were taken from me, this time it hurt worse than with my brother. But it didn't stop there, the cruel world decided that a man who would risk life and limb for others deserved the worst treatment out of anyone.

After that all happened I more or less became mute. I didn't want to speak to anyone, the people I worked with and the people I saved. I still helped people as that was what I felt was right, what Elfin would want me to do, but... I couldn't smile while doing so. But to top it all off there was one more event that would lead me to become who I am today, the man filled with a burning rage and lust for vengeance. It was when he, or rather I, was born. The true Ezential that is.

I was nothing but a mere shadow compared to him and what he would be expected to accomplish. All I am to him was the inferior version, I may share the same name as him but we were both born in alternate universes. He was the one born in the first universe to have been created during the great battle between the two gods Divinity and Elic, a fight so powerful that their very punches created planets.

Now I use the term 'born' not to reference his physical birth, as technically speaking me and the main Ezential were born around the same time, I'm referring to the birth of his light abilities. Ezential is what we call a Light Warrior, someone destined to fight the armies of demons Elic sends out to fight Divinity, and one day hope to slay Elic in combat. That has yet to happen obviously but seeing as Dagon is Ezential's father, most people tend to think that he will be the one to finally take care of Elic, something I had planned to do myself one day.

The council... they knew this, and they took advantage of that. They believed that I would get jealous of the true Ezential and it would make me snap after all that has happened. Or so that's what a single member told them. That's why they decided to demote me, and they were even scared to do so as well as I currently rank as the third most powerful being, right under the two god brothers. Guardians have been taken out for good reasons in the past, they've become too weak to fit the position just out of age alone as we need someone strong in that position but their reasoning for trying to demote me? It was pathetic to say the least.

Before they had the chance to confront me, all of my anger and rage that had been building up prior to then, all of the sadness and grief that had slowly corrupted me, all of it... hit at once. I had begun to change right as the council man approached me to tell me the wonderful news. My purple irises changed to a crimson red, a representation of my anger. My sclera turned from white to pitch black, as the eyes are known to be a gateway to the soul. The same happened to my hair, it used to be purple but now it's black. Those were only the physical changes, my mental changes were worse. It didn't change in an instant like my appearance did, but rather all the events that had taken place led my mind to deteriorate until I finally snapped.

As the council man walked towards me to demote me, I looked back and saw the absolute fear in his eyes as he beared witness to my new form. I let my hatred take over at that moment, I didn't care what I did to him, but I felt the need to shed blood, to kill the fool for what he was doing, for how inconsiderate he was. I lifted him up with telekinesis and my frown had changed into a grim smile as I watched him panic. He knew he stood no chance against me, he knew that I could take his life with ease and the council knew that I could too, yet they sent the boy anyway. I flicked back my robe and took out my dagger, chuckling as if I was told a joke, but there was nothing funny going on. There was just the screams, the pleading, the absolutely pathetic begging as if he thought it would stop me. But I suppose... at the time it all felt hilarious to me. I couldn't stand it, I hated what I was becoming and I didn't know how to stop it. I threw the dagger at his face and it killed him in an instant.

The rest of the council raced out of the doors on the balcony thinking they could stop me. I could've taken them easily, I would've taken them but... No. I jumped off the edge of the balcony as the area around the sanctuary is a large scale teleporter, one that'll take you to wherever you want just by thinking of it. I decided to go to Earth, the main universe's one at that.

I've lived limiting my power for years now, I have to. I need to keep my rage under control otherwise... who knows what'll happen. I'm locked in an endless struggle between who I truly am, what I should fight for? Should I save people or should I just end their miserable lives? I just... I don't know anymore. I've tried so many different things since I came to Earth, anything from mercenary work to becoming an assassin who works in the shadows. But nothing helped me, absolutely nothing.

The only thing that's keeping me sane anymore is the bottom of hundreds of bottles and being constantly drunk. Seems like there's nothing else that can keep my mind off of the pain and suffering anymore, so that's how I live. I've made my home in the forest, inside of a tree. Sometimes I visit Ezrin, the Light Elf planet of this world to see what that's like. It's in a horrible state, anymore. An extraterrestrial threat destroyed so much of it and they're trying to rebuild. Reminded me a lot of my own homeworld and what happened with... Ah. I shouldn't let myself think of that stuff anymore, I'm almost at the tavern anyway. Time to get drunker I suppose.