'Hm'
A man in the fetal position drifted away into the abyss, the light was void as darkness sank.
How long has he been here? For what purpose. To not be damned by the gods and sent to their toughest prison Zahatar?
The Dark King, the man spoken by all tongue for his cruelty and multiple names throughout the realm. In the Elvish Clandoms as the Destroyer of Life.
Dwarven underground as the Hearth of Chillrend.
This man who sat in silence had many titles, one bearing much malfeasance to all living beings in the world.
As the world remained bleak and void as ever, he wished to slumber once more. Time remained still but he remembered how long he had stayed here.
400,000 Years.
He knew what the time was at all times, even if he wished they could stop.
Trying to return back to his rest. However, a change brought full alert of the man, the darkness subsiding.
A small chain began forming of white light, radiating blinding lights unimaginable to the human eye.
'What is..?'
As he spoke those words, the world immediately shined a bright light.
'Are the gods finally finishing what they started millenniums ago?'
He smirked, finally being able to have the sweet relief of interaction and potentially ending him.
The chain pulled him closer to the bright light, slithering as if a snake creeping up his legs, gradually to his chest.
Was he sad?
'No.'
Did he fear?
'No'
Was he angry?
'No'
A strange sense of peace was felt as he was slowly chained and pulled away to his impending nature.
The ripples of the shattered plane of existence continued to show the radiating light, but as if it were natural, a dark speck was found midst the bright light.
No matter where one goes, a world of light will have lingering darkness. A world of darkness will have the kindle of light. One can not exist without the other.
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The darkness, in this case, grew to quite a vast size, warping the light into a much bleak grey. Darkness continued to envelop the white light, pressuring greatly, creating spatial fission before finally.
*Crack*
The barrier of light and darkness broke and mixed furiously with no signs of stopping.
The man looked at the reaction with a look of disgust.
'Years of preparation to put me in this prison and yet they can't properly take me there?'
The air couldn't handle the extreme pressure, creating a dense pocket in the dimension, cracking away at the physical existence.
With one more step, the darkness of the void shattered to review reflective mirrors, shattered to show his reflection.
As he took a closer look at himself, he was amused.
'So this is what I look like?'
As he watched as his body had no physical form, but a blazing blue flame the size of an acorn.
Souls are usually blazing with a crimson flare to represent their life force. But his was a dim blue, a dormant flame.
But at that moment, his appearance began to change to form a human physique, morphing away his soul as it transmogrified the dim flame, a human fully formed to what seems to be a somewhat youthful kid. His body was petite and seemed malnourished. You could almost see his bones with his paper muscles. His face was also quite flawed, a huge scar right on his left cheek that was formed most likely from an incision. The hairs on his head were black and his eyes, eyes of emerald green and chilling light frost. Heterochromia.
The chain was still around him pulling him to the now dark shattered fracture in space.
Unknowing what was before him.
His perspective slowly dimmed as it was slowly devoured by the darkness inhabited in the fractured space, entering an unknown place of abysmal uncertainty.
~~-~-~~-~-~~
"Spread out, she couldn't have gotten far."
Two cloaked men in heavy metal armor both fastened their boots to set off.
Another raised his hand, halting the movement of the two before they could go.
"Don't worry, the ritual already has sufficient ingredients for us to progress," as he started cleaning his blade with a pristine handkerchief, ruining the pristine condition of color.
"But sir-"
"No buts, we already have the magic seal placed, she can't run afar without triggering the walls."
The two men reluctantly loosened themselves, they were new to the group and did not know their individual strength.
One began to place his blade up against the walls of the cave and rested his bottom near a stalagmite. But before he could ever do just that, he froze in place with a red ferocious aura radiating from the robed man.
"I told you not to worry, but did I ever tell you to stop?"
A voice with a sinister tone, angered by the gullible recruits. He looked back at the two newbies with utter remorse, he faced the dim torches, allowing them to see what was beyond his large robes.
They both shook at the sight, a pale old man with little to no shine to his eyes. His expressions created a far worse image in their heads.
The anger suddenly dissipated and the old man resumed a neutral face.
"Take your time, have fun!"
The hairs on the back of their necks both rose, they did not want to be in close proximity to the area, the stench of blood was already sickening.
Rushing off, making sure not to step in any of the small puddles and entrails done by the messy deed of the maniacal old man.
As they both left the cave, the old man resumed with cleaning his small blade, a woman placed on her back on the nearby table. Full of disdain and remorse of the perpetrator who killed her as a body laid naked with open wounds, dripping slowly from the table.
"Don't worry...it'll be all okay soon," he touched the frail limp body void of color and heat.
"You'll be praised as a hero, for using your body as a tribute for the summoning of our King."
Plunging the knife into the still corpse, he ripped out the heart in cold blood. The heart remained active as a dim beating was heard.
*thump* *thump*
The laughter of the man echoed across the air, if not restrained by the effects of the magic circle, people would hear the unstoppable laughter of an old man, hoarse from his laughter.
All that came out was the sound of a hag.