At that moment I understood. what i am, what i must do. My soul was singing as the Realm itself shivered and witnessed my will.

I copy the technique the eldar used, I let my will dictate the flow of aether to make countless golden sharp shards. Before I could only make one… but now I feel I can Dictate aether at my whim. Each of them move as I will, they pierce all my assailants before they can realize what is going on. Their blood fell all over my body, I started to shake and laugh… I Felt complete, free and powerful. That was the start of my journey to bring changes and plunge the world into chaos.

On my journey, I found a lone human kid in the forests with many human corpses lying there.. he cried as i suspected all those human corpses were his own family... it is not rare,this event happens.. what rare, is a survivor.. I took him and taught him how to survive in this harsh world... he has talent using swords.. and i am always good at controlling the aether..now i could make weapons with aether and shield to defend. Raphael is always good at magic, he found it entertained and full of secrets especially in lost art. The primeval knowledge of the old god was lost long ago. In time he becomes an unparalleled warmage.

Together we made our band of mercenaries, we called it Dauntless, a ragtag team, rejected individuals, most of them were mix breeds.I lead them, Teach them how to fight, and protect them. Our mercenary band charges from war to another war, always at the front. We steal glory in the jaws of defeat every time. We have been the vanguard of every victory, Never once breaking nor flinching.

In my time as a mercenary, I learned that aether has ebb and flow, i could feel the ebb and using “dictate” i change the flow of it. Much different then mages i saw, they force the aether to fuel the magic using words. The more will power they have, the more force they has to force aether. While I have a unique talent to feel and read the ebb and using the word of power “Dictate” to affect the flow. Words of Power are as their name a Power bestowed by creation to individuals that break their limits as mortals. When an entity has 3 words of power they become gods that walk among mortals. At that time, I had two. It emerged when we were cornered with 3 armies hounding us, 2 at the front and 1 at the back, for 1 week we battled to survive and the crucible of it I found power. In peril I rise and so I “strive” to survive.

“Strive” was always a kin to me, I always find the odds against me and I struggle to match the force against me. With strive i could feel the aether empower me to match my foes, more power on my body, faster as i could imagine, my perception were sharpened, The more powerful my foe, the more “strive” empower me to match it.

In time, our mercenary band was looked upon by big forces. The Principality of Nam offers us to become one of their legions. Our mercenary band bestowed the name The Legion XIII and I as the Chief Commander. They were weak compared to other forces so they needed us the most and there were a lot of opportunities. I expected they would be more welcoming and accepted us because of that, but I was wrong.

War after war.. alliances.. betrayal.. lies...deceit... become our everyday event. I am usually sent to fight in impossible missions and never defeat in all of that. As I am a halfbreed with my glorious achievement, a lot higher up despise me .. Raphael got better treatment because he is a pure.. but he always come with me and argue with the council about me.. he said " You can't even survive one war without me as do i"

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One day, The XIII legion was sent to defend a garrison in the east from legions of demons.. We battle with demons in the valley of mists.. hours become days.. and months.. and a year has passed.. we were left without reinforcement and information from the Principality. They left us here to death.. Raphael was engaging in a war in the south before I went on this mission.. no information from him either, i hope he is well and will come here, help me with his stupid smug on his face.

Many new soldiers deserted.. The soldiers who've been with me since the mercenary band stayed. They loved me and will die with me.. on the last day, I fight like no tomorrow. I use all my power to annihilate them.. Eventually, all my soldiers, my friends fall one by one. I looked at their lifeless eyes with a smile on their face believing in me.

The woe always surrounding me. it followed me into my enemies and friends alike.

Did it because I seek to change the creation so fate is always against me?

Did the creation deem my will is not enough?

Did the rivers of blood and corpses cast on my wake not enough?

and so I looked upon the haughty sky and laughed.

with all forces of my being,

I V THE BRINGER OF CHANGES AND CHAOS EVEN IF CREATION AND FATE AGAINST ME, I STILL

“TRIUMPH”

And so Once again, the creation shakes and screams welcoming of the birth of new gods that walks among mortals.

I summon countless golden swords in the sky and fall piercing into all my foes. like raining swords they thrust hundreds of demons, none were safe. On the ground, I willed the red ether fusing with blood shape into a spiked whip and slash the enemies above them. In this very moment, The Valley of the Mists became my domain. In my domain I never lose, I always Triumph. countless corpses were falling, blood spilled like rain.. I can't comprehend my actions.. I was in trance.. i.. laughing... laughing at my foes and myself.. in the crowd of war i was dancing alone..

Thirst for more of this euphoria.. Then I look upon the demon's leader and all that is still alive, they all kneel .Did they expect me to give them mercy?? It is laughable.

Before I end them I see some of the demons crying to protect their friend from me, while others I saw some grieving for their lost ones… most of them look grief and acceptance to the fate they will receive from me. They all the same… because no one leads,Teach them they become wild. They fight to survive, they eat each other to survive, they are a rejected race. how similar they are to me. If I eradicate them I am the same as other rulers, a hypocrite. I stand on changing the way and yet I slaughtered senselessly on the race that needed to change the most.

in my confused state of what I must do to them, Raphael came. He was not in a good state. He informed me, The council of the principality arrested him, but he could break and run as fast as he could to rescue me. He finds they wanted to eradicate all legion XIII as they see us not useful anymore after the successful coalition between principality of nam and the dwarfs race. This was blindside of me, i should have known…now i must pay the price..

The greed, the proud, the ignorant of all this useless war. I need to change it.

I looked upon all kneeling demons and I decided. I took them as my new family. I teach, lead and protect them. In return, they bestowed on me the ruler of all demon races, an empress of Hellheim. I would subjugate all the demon race as one Empire. and Soon, a new powerhouse will come and shake the creation.

60 Years has passed.. from a small land we grew into an empire with harsh laws and order. Punishment must be severe.. fear is needed to bring order and order will bring peace... Raphael passed the tribulation and found his third word of power... we are immortal beings... with unlimited power.. the very same power with leaders of other races..

With my power, our empire became larger.. the other faction can't ignore me no more.. they called me a demon queen, the single entity who reigned in the east... and so the balance of power was shifted again... With the demons and hybrids united under me in the east..The Empire of Pandemonium.

Elvhen still reigns in the north.. The elvhen queen Mythal as their ruler with the holy council in her back..The Principality of Nam and Dwarfs coalition started to give retaliation on my advances, however futile that is….. their Coalition called The United Front League... The dragon race is still immovable in the south.. reign in mountainous terrain.. Lord dragneel as their single ruler…

War has come and gone.. treaty and betrayal.. even the power is shifted the condition is still the same.. and so ... in the present with my alliance with the elvhen race we come into conclusion to make a high council to manage and unite all of the races.. Peace will last and... each of the rulers will be the guardian to protect it... and ... I....will be sacrificed....