Night-Time.
America, Washington DC, Mom's House, the Living Room.
two teenagers by the age of twenty played an MMORPG on their wide screen TV, both had near white skin and blue eyes, however they had only different hairstyles, the taller one, Denver had spiky orange hair, while his younger brother, Kane, had black colored and a more shorter hair.
Denver wore brown cargo pants and a worn out white shirt as well as sandals while his brother, Kane wore a full black tuxedo outfit, and white socks.
the dimly lit room looked like a haunted house, with its tenants being only the two teenagers who played the game on their TV while lazily sitting on a couch, relaxed and carefree, laughing as they decapitated an Angel using special moves.
pressing multiple buttons in mere split seconds making their characters parry and nearly at the same time, perform fast attacks as well as heavy attacks.
after hours of playtime, Denver paused the game he and his brother were playing before looking towards his brother and smiled widely.
Denver: yo! wanna play again?
Kane turned to face Denver as he sighed.
Kane: another time, I still have other more important things to do.
Denver immediately became disappointed as he scratched the back of his neck.
Denver: oh... ok... I guess we should play tomorrow then? or...
Kane: or what?
Denver paused for a moment before continuing.
Denver: should we play one last time? I know you have work and so do I but...
Kane: but? come on, spit it out.
Denver: this is the final day already, it'll take another year for us to play like this, so come on, one last game, please? pretty please?
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Denver put his controller on the couch they sat on before holding his hands together as he pleaded his brother to play, Kane reconsidered for a brief moment but after remembering what his brother spoke before he nodded and gave in.
Kane: one last game, and that's it.
Denver smiled as stretched his arms towards the sky.
Denver: oh hell yeah! let's go!
they both turned to face the TV as Denver took his controller and resumed playing, however the moment the paused screen was removed, lightning struck the house.
the room was filled with so much electric devices they were shocked to death as the entire house exploded and burned, a cruel but somewhat necessary fate, for power.
although their bodies burned they were long dead, their souls transported into another world, into magic and dragons, knights saving damsels in distress, but not in a regular way.
Pioneer, Kilsav Continent, the Ruinous Mountain, the Dark Cult Hideout.
inside the dark caves of this cursed mountain lay the most dangerous cult in the world of Pioneer, about a thousand cultists and a hundred thousand undead lurk in this mountain.
preaching to their dark gods for salvation, and eternal life, as well as pure and utter chaos throughout Pioneer, not even bugs were to be left alive.
and at the center of this mountain, deep even within the soil, into the depths deeper than the deepest ocean, surrounded by magma and high and low level demons, numbering in the hundreds, the cult leader, as well as five demon lords await for the summoning of two dark god.
shrouded in dark robes the cult leader walked towards the center of a stone stage, walking above blood that formed a massive magic circle, talismans surrounded him, as well as decapitated heads of kings, queens and once great emperors once thought to be immortals.
Cult-Leader: is everything ready?
one among the dozens of cultists gathered around the cult leader stepped forward, bowing before answering the cult leader who did not even bother to turn to face the cultist.
Cultist: yes cult leader, everything is prepared, you may begin the ritual.
the cult leader sighed as he took out an orb and a book from his robe, holding them up towards the red crystal that hung from a long chain.
Cult-Leader: oh great and dark gods, we, the Cult of Shadows, ask for your blessing! please accept our offerings and descend! glory to you dark gods!!!
Cultist-1: glory to the dark gods!
Cultist-2: glory to the dark gods!
Lesser-Demon-1: glory to the dark gods!
Lesser-Demon-2: glory to the dark gods!
the demons and cultists chanted and chanted as the magic circle on the stage began to glow, getting brighter and brighter as two shadows began to form.
Cult-Leader: oh! oh!!! magnificent! two dark gods have answered our call! let there be chaos! let there be! eternal darkness!!! hahaha! ah haha! hahaha! ha!!!