Chapter: 1 Arc: 1 

There was once a little Angel which fell from Heaven. Casted down by his own childlike ignorance he flew about the worlds, discovering all the beauty there is to behold for all mortal kind to see. Traveling amongst the stars the small Angel graced many with his love and with much of mortal kind they sought to taint it. The Angels father, wrought with fear of his sons demise, rained hellfire across the universe wiping out anyone in his path in search of his son. The little Angels innocence getting the better of him let him fall into the hands of strong mortal kinds which saw him as nothing else but a sacrifice, the father oh so late could only travel so far until he saw the very end. Those powerful mortals lashed and tore at the Angels skin and wings, plucking him of his grace until he was a bleak..little..white..Star, and in his dying breaths before the end the boy looked up at the beautiful night sky and prayed for love. The sword struck his chest and it all came to an end, the universe perished with him..and all love died that day..

Forgone my Son.. H-.."

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"That was the last thing I heard from my father since last we met..it has been so long since last I'd seen him, he was sick and I was overwhelmed with fear that something was to happen- his skin seemed to get wrinkly incredibly fast as he grew worse and worse. Praying for me to stay I ran..Like a coward, I-I couldn't bring myself to watch him slowly fade away I wanted to be the foundation he can rest upon in his old age, trusting one another so we can live long happy lives.. as F-.. Mn... nothing-"

Rang the thoughts of a certain individual, in this white expanse of never ending sand remained only one, a boy, standing by himself on top of a massive sand dune which reached high into the clouds. Soft brown dirtied hair blowing in all directions from the incoming wind the boy stood there staring out into the empty expanse, wind blowing his hair away revealing a peculiar left eye, it seemed to be faded almost as if blind. He hadn't made a single sound as the blowing of fast winds was all he could be surrounded by, red scarf blowing harshly in the wind he would reach behind his back and pull out a large patched together board. The board being held together by tree resin and black leather-like material. Turning it left and right to check it's condition in this harsh environment he would place it on the ground as if trying to board down the side of this massive sand dune, and in that same instance with a flick of his wrist he would barrel down the side of it at incredible speeds.

Although it was a makeshift board it served its purpose in use, being his only mode of transport around these never ending sand dunes the boy would travel in any direction aimlessly as if seeking for something that wasn't even there. Sound of wood scrapping against sandpaper ringing in his ears as he crouched while boarding, sand trail blowing far off in the direction of the wind as he soon went on and on and on. His mind empty he took it upon himself to try and find someplace to stay, for it has been many cycles since he has been at home, since he has...let's just..find something first I'm starving..

Index: (Cycles or Months in this world equate to 130 earth days)

Screaming of the wind as dark clouds overhead came barreling in made the boy stop in his tracks and stare up in confusion, the clouds were erratic in nature and would rapidly shift in different directions like if something was disturbing them. Sand blowing around him more getting into all his supplies and clothes he would begin to panic, thrusting his hands over his face not covered by his bushy scarf and running off a small dune awkwardly trying not to collapse. Uncovered by the harsh winds a odd stone house almost built into the ground was revealed to the boy, seeing the opportunity to get out of this brewing storm he went in headfirst, getting to the locked cellar-like door and swinging the doors wide open as the clouds began to worsen above him. Jumping inside and shutting the doors behind him made a loud clanking sound which echoed around inside, the room in itself was just tall enough for him to stand inside of, but to his surprise the whole place was beautifully furnished and filled with food.

  Abject shock the boy would rush over and take whole bites out of some foods splayed all out on the table like a gluttonous child offered all the candy in the world, going so far to shove whole plates of food and drinks into a satchel on his side causing the plates and cups to clank on the floor making allot of noise in the strange room. Having his fill the boy would have a seat down at a desk at the far end of the room, soft loaf still in his mouth he would slightly wheeze from sand getting in his nose before noticing something strange on a piece of paper. Spitting the loaf onto the ground the boy would grab the slip of paper and see this strange illustration of a round vase-like structure written about in a odd language, he would try to lip it but amidst all the excitement from eating he didn't notice the figure creeping through the door towards the room.

On the desk as the figure approached from behind some small pieces of meteorite-like rock would slightly shake on the desk near the boy whom was still occupied with reviewing the pages, his battered up hands scanning down the pages for anything useful only to be met with disappointment, nothing he could use to help his father or find a way back home..ugh a waste. A Floorboard creak, another, then one heavy boot step made the boy jolt up so fast he slammed his long legs on the desks bottom making the desk jolt up knocking some stuff into the air. Yelling out in fear and panic having no other way out except for where the dark figure was standing at made him press his back against the wall. Coming through the doorframe one heavy step at a time was a odd entity, they had a pungent stench to their body which soon encompassed the whole room upon entry, dark fluffy cloak which covered them head to toe not letting one bit of their identity be revealed. A bony barely flesh covered hand extended from the black sleeve onto the counter where the food was and as they stepped forward their hand knocked over any cups and plate onto the floor before their hand shot up and moved over to the void that was the hood of the cloak as if sniffing their dirtied fingers. The boy stared at them with eyes wide open in fear not sure of what to do, unable to mutter a word their finger growing ever so closer to their scimitars in their sleeve, he watched as this figure grew a step closer and closer and closer till they were face to face. The scent of death stung the air he breathed as a bony jawline came from the darkness of the hood and softly exhaled a raspy breath, the boys head jerked to the side trying not to gag from the scent of death passing straight into his nostrils, was this Literal Death?!

The hand of said individual extended out to the desk revealing their right skeleton barely fleshed hand which did nothing but point at their desk, rattling sounds emanating from deep inside before the desk exploded into shards of wood and metal making the boy jolt back trying to not get an eye poked out was soon stopped as something gripped his neck pinning him to the wall. It was those strange meteor-like rocks only now they had taken a completely different form, they were being manipulated by said individual and for their own causes they jerked back and scanned the room of all the destruction the boy had done, swiping of their hands about in frustration made many more pieces of said meteorite-like material to shoot around knocking even more things over and punching holes in super thick sandstone concrete. In a fit of annoyance the figure turned around having been disturbed and trespassed upon with the flames of candlelight revealing their face, it was a literal skull only that they still had all their muscles and tendons connecting their jaw neck and body still intact being hidden underneath the thick cloak, but with a quick jerk of their hand to the boy they yanked him over holding him in the air, the altered material around his neck near strangling him.

Feeling of suffocation making the boy yell out in desperation as he kicked out all around until his swinging foot slammed right into the individuals arm and made a snapping sound, the individual yelled out in pain as they held their arm in pain, hood falling back making their whole fleshless head shown to the boy, 'H-he's like a living Corpse?!', thought the boy as he scurried around the undead individual now free of his chains. Growling out in pain the Corpse would force their hand back into place resulting in another loud snap, faltering from this for a moment they hissed and breathed heavily as the agony of it all soon became focused on their main target, the intruder and thief of their personal belongings. Floating up quickly back onto their feet they would snap their fingers causing the room to collapse in on itself while they left, the Corpse had full control of this location and knew well where this child was running off too, 'For their size they sure are nothing but a fool..', thought the undead man.

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Walls collapsing all around him and footing starting to wane the boy would run as fast as he could to the exit, pillars to his sides breaking off and slamming right by him as he ran, dust blowing everywhere from the old sandstone breaking sending fragments into his back and very flesh. Groaning in pain the boy faltered in his steps, but just before he got crushed he managed to jump out of the unlocked cellar-like doors back into the open, the wind blowing even harsher than ever and even for the first time in his life he witnessed a bolt of lightning strike the ground. The bolt so large it seemed like a wall of zigzagging fire falling from the dark heavens to vaporize anything near it. Shaken up by this experience the boy made sure he had everything especially the food and supplies choosing to book it out of there, However, just as he began to run off through the desert sands to get away from the Corpse a large explosion at the site would occur, the underground crypt collapsing in on itself ruptured and seemed to slowly rise out of the ground.

  Knocked over by the blast the boy looked over his shoulder as pearly white sand blew over him rapidly to witness the temple fly in the sky almost as if done by magic, and from deep within the grounds of the floating crypt a booming voice would ring out making the whole crypt break apart into individual pieces of stone, metal, wood, and other objects affiliated within it. Eyes wide open reflecting the glow of lightning bolts all around then the boy would witness the Corpse floating in the center of said mass, levitating in the air the Corpse would clench their jaw shut and make their eyes glow a burning green and grey aura as the whole torn apart crypt would begin to encircle it in the air almost like a tornado. The sudden change in wind patterns made all the sand start to get sucked into the direction of the undead slowly pulling the boy in with each passing second, instinct kicking in the boy got up and immediately began to book it over a sand dune but it appeared to be too late, the instant he hopped over a large wall made of sandstone and wood would come crashing down upon him sending him flying back. Some blood splattering out of his mouth the boy would skid along the loose sand to then jump out of the way of the following barrage of sharp shards of glass flying at him from above, just as he rolled onto his feet again the Corpse would leap from the sky down onto him wielding a long curved blade forged from that meteor-like material, growling-like raspy yelling as they descended for the kill.

The Boy swerved right instantly popping the right scimitar out and grabbing it, he jerked his hand back blocking the initial sword swing, in a lifeless limping motion the corpse faltered back from the block onto to rush in using a odd jerking motion to swing the blade incredibly fast to the boys face- swerving back and slicing at the corpse with his blade the boy tried to get a few hit in even though his opponent had a weird way of fighting. Jumping back and spinning on one hand the Corpse dodged two combos wrought by the boy who now used both scimitars they had in their sleeve, their cloak opening up revealing a glowing green ethereal orb behind their rib cage was to bring attention as shards of sharp glass and metal flew at breakneck speeds to the human. Quick slices left and right blocked the metal shards off and with persistence the glass pieces had little to no effect on the boy who only seemed to get further into the fight as it went on, the Corpse noticing this would jerk their whole body back and spun on their whole spine before lunging for a midrange strike with their extremely long sword, the boy only able to use one hand to block said attack, effectively with the end of said blade grazing his side as it struck him. Clenching his teeth hard the boy thrusted the corpse off him going back in with both blades slashing at the corpses body with his scimitars, blades cutting chunks of the cloak and even a piece of the corpses rip off, the piece softly blowing off with the strong winds as the two now fought on a levitating platform.

Head to head combat on a floating platform was the boys only option, any option other than defeating this undead here and now would result in guaranteed death, ironic as once you gaze into the Corpses eyes all you can see is the faded lifetimes of dozens before it. A loud yell and the two clashed blades, screeching of metal against metal was barely audible against the tornado of things encircling their platform, wind so strong it'd rip you to shreds if you fell in it. As they clashed the two would glare into one another's eyes, the boy struggling as his blades began to waver under the corpses strength, the Corpse would slightly chuckle with a raspy tone of voice before saying, "Kùr'ne Machtírue..Vijerre..Vijerrē..Za'AchtŽa..". Eyes widened in confusion to this strange tongue would make the boy slip up in his actions and with a simple kick to the stomach the Corpse would swipe up slicing at the boys neck vertically until it reached to his upper lip, staggering to the kick then falling back after the slide the boy could barely even muster the strength to scream in pain, all he could witness as he fell back slowly approaching the wall of hyper fast winds was the Corpse drying his blood on his sleeve before shaping said blade into a necklace.

Time feeling as it had slowed the Boy began to think, hair blowing wildly in the wind he would contemplate his mistakes, his lack in swordsmanship, speed, strength, all of those things are attributed to his faults. It was if the time he had spent alone for many cycles in these deserts had made him forget the skills his very Father had shown him all those lifetimes ago, 'I failed him..I can't even defend myself against..against the undead- Undead.. you Filthy sack of Meritless trash!', echoed out in the boys head as he planted his right foot back on the platform. The stomp catching the Corpse for the split second but It was too late, in the boys fit of undying rage he had awakened something deep inside of himself and with his rage a glimpse of a red aura pulsed throughout his body before centering his fist, the Corpse turned around completely and saw in slow motion as the fist grew ever so closer to its face just before impact. A hearty thrust with his leg and the Boy launched himself fully to the Corpse and in doing so punched the corpses bony fleshless face cracking it and taking a whole chunk off, the piece flying off into the wall of fast wind and vanishing, the Corpse staggered in its step as it held its face in pain and unrelenting rage as it faced up at the boy. The Boy was already charging in again wanting to regardless if his neck was gushing out blood down his body he wanted to be the victor, and just as the boy got close to the recovering Corpse, the Corpse would thrust their arm out as fast and hard as possible in a swiping motion to the Boy; From the harsh winds to his right traveling faster than humans could see, a fist made of the space rock would break through the wall of wind and punch the unknowing boy with so much strength it nearly pulverized him on the spot, the Corpse yelling out as the attack went as it took such great amounts of energy to even muster such a technique and with it he had believed to killed the boy.

Flying off into the distance with a body shattered and torn to pieces the boy would yell out in agonizing pain, barreling through the sky the boy tried his best to curl into a ball, but with arms broken and ribs shattered on his right side all he could do is brace as best he could for landing. Traveling hundreds of miles of the original fight the boy was last seen on the foothills of something greater, body getting blown over by the beautiful white sands of the desert he laid unconscious on the steps of a megastructure, blood staining said sand it dripped slowly down the steps. Eyebrow shivering in discomfort his only remaining good eye would weakly flutter open to look out at the sky, clearing off in the distance the gorgeous view of the red and green super giant planets in the sky, small specs of light flying on by, and the ever setting of the sun would set him off. The Well Calls his name..for thy it is not his time..

Forgone..? I feel a crawling at my skin as I rest, a seamless tearing of my skin and sucking of my blood from inside my own body, a strange coldness overwhelms me..B-but I..should be dead..but I'm ...Alive?

Forgone..again..like he used to say..I promise I'll see you again..Father..Aba