In a certain place, three heroes set out to seal the DARKNESS that spouts into the LIGHT...
...and banish the ANGEL'S SPELL that cast it's
HEAVEN on this world.
However, this practice of DARKNESS spreads far and wide across the world, for the world is a very large land.
On the other side of these plains, a small town has a big following.
A group of individuals known as the EYES OF THE OCCULT.
These members have committed a taboo that gained the knowledge of DARKNESS...
...and took the liberty of unifying the world with the ARTS OF THE DARK.
One day, a certain monster arrives in this town, in search for something rather selfish.
His name is EDEN.
And unlike the heroes that the EYES expected...
This monster was nothing short of terrible.
Where LIGHT and DARK cross at the SOUTH
POLE... this is ANGEL'S HAVEN.
This is a monster's story.
There is no beginning, and there is no end.
There is only an unwavering drive of DETERMINATION.
* Alright, let's run it back one more time.
My name is Jack. R Eden.
* And for the past seven years... I've been the only monster to ever traverse the DARK FOUNTAINS.
* I've been lots of places, sheesh where do I even start?
* Been to abandoned buildings, schools, construction sites, old homes, hotels, man even an airplane!
* I figured out that with my GUITAR... if I strike the ground hard enough, I can make my own fountains. Then I went through all these crazy lands, and shut them right back.
* Did this long enough and now my GUITAR
can sense where the darkness lies.
* It brought me here.
* A rigid, rough and rowdy scrapyard of a city called ANGEL'S HAVEN. Originally it was called Daybreak City.
* There are these cultists that might have the answers I've been looking for a long time...
* And trust me, I've been looking for a long... long time.
* I'm tired. Real tired. If this isn't where the road ends, this will be where I'll run out of gas.
* This shouldn't be too hard now. I've wrestled with DARKENERS twice my size.
*Now... LET'S GET DOWN TO IT!!!
A thin layer of dust coats the cold, concrete floors of a room filled with ventilation
systems and iron beams. The humming of the Air Control Units hum and echo it's dull
voice across the corridors lit with amber lights. Tables are piled with papers spread with schematics, documents and other
architectural material.
A lonely golden pendant sits in the blanket of dust emitted from the vents. On the crest of its heart shape was a family emblem of sorts. A small chain of similar material was snaked through the top of the hearted pendant, most certainly for a cosmetic reason. And on the back, while not visible, was a lock. What was inside the contents of this object was not obvious, and would not be questioned, for no key could possibly exist to fit into the lock. It was mechanically
perfected to be unpickable... but then why was a lock even considered in the first place?
There was not a speck of space for this pendant to be pryed open through brute force. It could not be welded either. The
craftwork was done so intricate, so delicate, so specific for the object contained in this pendant to be impregnable, untouchable and shielded by the golden luster of it's casing.
A loud rumbling made it's way through the silence of the ominous room. Two louder thumps were followed, until the nature of these disturbing sounds were revealed to be a body, thrown across the stone, dust covered floor. A small trail of blood mapped the path of the flung body's direction, landing a meter away from the golden treasure.
A rabbit followed the red trail. This monster had wild blonde hair, with very minute details of chartreuse strands combed into the former color. It hung through his bent ears, dangling beneath his back, covering his frenzied eyes.
A darker burgendy jacket swayed with the cold air in this room. Tattered jeans skipped with every step he took closer to the corpse of this monster's victim. In it's paw was a righteous star-shaped guitar, where the fretboard emerged between the curved path between two of the four corners of this guitar, where he also held said guitar by like an axe so effortlessly. This was his choice of weapon; an instrument that was in mint condition both visually and musically. Not even a drop of blood covered the finish of his weapon, except a small crude carving of one letter on the back of this guitar... "B"
The body that was batted and knocked a distance away was unrecognizable. What could be made out by it's mangled appendages was possibly another monster wearing a black uniform. Their cloak was stuffed into the wound from the impact of the guitar.
The rabbit paced its way over the shiny trinket, missing it by a footstep. It laid one final blow to it's victim. On impact, a riff shouted out of the guitar, before glowing an aura of black and absorbing it's defeated enemy. It then reverted back to it's original color, still untouched by the blood of the fallen victim.
* Darkeners in the light world, bleeding red. What kind of shit is this?
The rabbit grunted, confused by the mess it made.
* This place is unlike anything I've seen. It's like a DARK WORLD and the SURFACE
became one place...
The body was nowhere left in the scene, but the blood remained. This perplexed the rabbit
more, as it crouched and itched it's nail
against the dusty floor colored red. It didn't shutter nor wince. It remained neutral as he
observed it's reaction towards the touch of
it's nail.
* Nothing unusual... feels like blood alright. The rumors were true. These cultists know a lot more than anyone I've met.
As he traced the string of blood, his eyes met with the pendant. He did not gaze at the object, nor look at it with contempt. He ordinarily scooped it up with his palm and tucked it into the front pocket of his coat, as if he's done this hundreds of times already.
And then... clarity struck.
A new guide of perception silently springed open the moment Eden collected the locket!
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EDEN: 417 / 417 (LV 13) ATK: 35 + 20 (WEP: StarGuitar) DEF: 11 + 5 (ARM: GoldLocket) EXP: ???
AREA: UNDERGROUND MAUSOLEUM
OBJECTIVE: GAIN INSIGHT ON NEW USER.
CHAPTER 01 - DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
After confiscating the pendant from the floor, Eden took in his surroundings. The air had a small scent of sulfur and steel. Several
sounds of varying ambience from the vents, to electricity and machinery echoing from meters across the walls and doors facing the rabbit. The air felt still with the specs of dust hanging by the artificial oxygen. With the pendant tied around his neck, he followed the
path left by a corpse onto the following halls.
The following room remained a similar design. The pipe's journey made it's end here, with valves and electrical disconnects
planted onto the old concrete walls. Most of the technical work here was recent due to
new renovations. The ceiling was now visible to be the poorly hidden floorboards of a structure above the rabbit.
The hall ended with a fixed ladder that snuck its way through the rotting wood above. Before he climbed this rusted ladder, he kneeled to hold out his guitar with both of his palms, as if he was cradling an infant. The body of the guitar felt strangely warm on his hands, before he muttered,
* Nothing left here.
He strapped it back onto his chest, resting it on his back before climbing the ladder to emerge from the underground facility.
He reached over the last rung of the ladder and pulled himself up to see a small stage of patio themed chairs around a calf sized table. The walls were inscribed with names and epitaphs, now scratched away by vandalizers. A chandelier lit up the quiet room, contrary to the ambience below. The room Eden found himself in now was much smaller than the underground system.
As he walked to the exit of the mausoleum, the sunset brushed on his tan fur and golden hair. He took the view of the frozen dead grass, and looming gray clouds that were painted by the sunlight. Fog grew on the decaying glass, supported by the weak window frame. Originally, this was stained glass. But for some strange reason it's
imagery and design was stolen by this gray outcast that seemed to run across not just the sky and grass, but the building itself.
Eden exited the building to be met with a field of tombstones, other mausoleums and gusts of icy winds. He did not shiver nor shutter, he just squinted from the sunlight getting in his eyes. It would be another hour until the sun completely set. The moon was just barely in view in the dimming sky, waiting for the sun to leave. Behind him was an industrial maze of frozen buildings, plazas, a small lake and even a park with a large red and white tent. A town frozen in time... this was Daybreak Town.
Was.
* The only town in the South Pole... and there's a freakshow down there. Looks like
winter never ends here.
And it did indeed never end. A hazy dark smog slithered through the buildings and attractions, masking the residents that would be taking a walk through the area. The only sources of light were a church in the center of the city, the tallest building in sight, and lanterns from the residents' doors. Where Eden caught himself was the cemetery of the town, perched far above a hill where the groggy frozen town laid in.
He dragged his feet through the frigid grass and took a better full view of Daybreak Town. Then, he raised his guitar... and like a magnet drawn to an opposite force, it tugged on
Eden's grip of the hilt of his guitar, gravitating towards the church in the center of the town.
* There. Some sort of communion in there...
seven of them. Figured it'd be a large amount
of-
A voice of authority cut off Eden.
* You are not going there.
Imminently, Eden slid 180° and pointed his guitar at the maker of the authoritarian voice.
darkness
* Who are you? And how are you doing that?
The arctic winds continued to fill the silence left by Eden.
* Do not make me repeat myself. Are you with the heroes of Light?!
Eden's dotted eyes barely showed themselves through his absurd amount of hair covering his eyes. He was analyzing the confronter,
trying to tell him apart from the rest of the garnished in black robes.
* That necklace... wait... isn't that the--
* You talk too much.
In a flash, Eden springed off of the ground with one foot, his head bulleting to the enemy. He cranked his guitar with both arms as far back as his elbows let him, preparing for a swing. In a display of pent up angst and flair, he swung his guitar with all his might onto the side of his target. The guitar screamed out a distinct riff, followed by the cracking of this victim's ribs. The motion of Eden's swing transferred to the impact,
sending the enemy flying across the field of faraway tombstones. His attack ended, his bare feet stomping and skidding on where his victim once stood, winding back his guitar onto his strap.
- 505
* I don't have the patience to answer your stupid fucking questions. Hero? Don't make me laugh.
Eden scoffs a snarky, yet disgusted snicker.
* IF YOU WERE EXPECTING SOME KNIGHT IN
SHINING ARMOR, YOU'RE SHIT OUT OF
LUCK! TELL YOUR CULT TO STAY OUT OF MY
WAY!!
He left his confronter alive, just barely, to warn the others. His focus realigned to the church, before trudging his way towards the now abandoned town.
* What am I hearing?
As Eden entered the fog that cloaked the
trees and shattered street lights ahead, he spoke to himself, possibly to ease his frustrations with the--
* No, what is that? Seriously?
Eden pondered at the voice he was suddenly recognizing.
* What? This is annoying, can I stop this???
The question he uttered was directed towards nobody in particular, but--
* To YOU! It's to YOU! Shut up!
...
. well, figuratively, Eden must be in--
* Are you... wh-what the FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Stop telling me what I'm NOT doing!
Oh dear. Well, this is certainly... strange. It appears Eden became aware of the narration of this story. Under normal circumstances, this would not be the case. But these are not normal circumstances. Rather, very certain circumstances that he was met with the moment he stepped foot into this god forsaken town.
* I was hearing you the entire time, I just thought it was my conscience.
Why, this is not your conscience. But you may as well accept me as part of your consciousness from now on.
* Yeah well, I don't want that. Go away. Shut up forever.
"Shut up"? Why, it isn't as simple as you are perceiving it. You have always been quite the dense fellow after all.
* What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!
There it is again. Your choice of words are so rudimentary. I could compare you to having the vocabulary of a 6th grader undergoing a development of puberty.
* Oho, so now we're getting personal? Where are you?! I'll kick your fucking ass!
Your fists, or rather, guitar, will not always solve your problems Eden. We will come to see that very soon.
* EHH? As if you would know! Where are you?!
The locket.
* The what????
The pendant. The golden necklace.
* Oh, this piece of shit?
this, in your own words, "piece of shit", is the accessory you so mindlessly scavenged from the pile of dust beneath your feet earlier. You may have not noticed it, but this is a very, very paramount item required for you to--
* Trash. I don't want it. I'm throwing it away.
You cannot unequip the locket.
* Uh, yes I can. Watch... just... like... this... What the fuck? Why won't it... come off?!
As I said, you cannot remove the locket from your inventory, let alone your neck. It is with
you--
* HOLY SHIT, do you EVER shut up?! I CAN'T GET IT... OFF!!
Eden continued to tug, yank and rip apart the necklace that bonded onto Eden, to no avail.
No matter what kind of force was used onto
the locket, it refused to leave his side.