The tomb that once hold the attention of the world was now decrepit and fallen to ruin; just like all things in this world it has fallen to ruin and yet it also holds something beyond ruin, a sliver of life sits motionless in this ruined tomb. This being was once a champion of the world and hailed for his actions and yet he was hated by many however none could lay a finger one him as he was too powerful even for those like him. Now this great champion is chained in place his skin torn as it formed to the glowing chains, the only remnant of this great champion was the defiant eyes that had a slight glow to them an ice cold stare that could bring the strongest of souls to their knees in front of such gaze. This was the forgotten hero a memorial of the past and yet he still clings to life to this very day; the dust in the room parted as a source of light began to shine only to reveal the body of one of the champions captors, she had a body any man would seek and yet as the light faded her face was revealed well actually in truth there was no face to be seen only a clean patch of skin yet her voice still echoed in the surroundings even without a mouth.
“It has been 39,900 years since you were trapped in here and yet you still hold onto that will of yours, all the power that was once there is gone now and the only thing left is your broken body. Tell me champion have you finally given yourself to death, if so I will gladly take your soul.” (Faceless woman)
The room fell silent with no sound as the faceless woman became more frustrated at the champions silence, she was a death dealer one that controls the rules of death and as such she has come to claim the champions soul. Death dealers are what some might call Valkyries and yet these beings are completely different; death dealers are creatures that feed on the strength of souls and as the soul become withered they snuff it out of existence without a second thought, now the champions soul is different he has lasted longer than any other human and it still holds the echoes of its former power giving it the strength of billions of souls put together. As the death dealer was about to leave a deep and hoarse voice sounded in the room that brought a chill to her.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been trapped in here and finally no other remembers the past except for the gods which have sealed themselves away from those below, then there are the death dealers such as yourself which only care about growing but unlike most you have opened a rift between this tomb and the outside for that I thank you.” (Champion)
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As the words left his mouth the blood soaked floor began to glow a crimson red in a array completely new to this world, the death dealer tried to flee from the array but as she reached the edge of it a wall of light blocked her path as crimson chains grew from the floor wrapping around her like snakes ready to feed. The champion stood up the chains rattling and creaking in protest at the sudden movement as the glow on them grew stronger giving a pressure like never before, the champion used the last of his forgotten strength to pull himself up as he shuffled towards the death dealer with a arrange of emotions shown on his face. Once the champion reached the death dealer he grabbed her pulling her into his arms; if another saw this they would think they were passionate lovers embracing each other but the reality of it was far from it, as the death dealer grew closer her mana and all of her life force that was collected over time began to transfer over to the champion and the chains that were attached to him broke along with his appearance changing back to what it once was.
Soon an eighteen year old stood where the forgotten champion once was; raven hair, deep blue eyes that glowed in the darkness and a calm expression as he stared at the powerless death dealer in his arms. The clothes that were once attached to his body have crumbled away revealing a body of scars and torment yet the youth did not pay any attention to such things as he silently drew near the death dealer. He gave her a kiss just like he would for a lover but it wasn’t long before he pulled away from her walking towards the rift that she opened; before he left his former home he looked back at the ruins and at the death dealer which was sitting on the floor powerless among the many corpses of past enemies and allies alike.
“You have given me the greatest gift that I could ever receive from another and yet it is also a curse, I will return here once again and in that time I will free you from this tomb to see the change you have brought on the world.” (Champion)
With that he disappeared leaving the powerless death dealer to her prison unable to do a thing as all her power left her along with any hope of escaping, she was greedy and as such no other death dealer or god knew of such a place or what was held here giving rise to such a thing as the beginning of the new era.