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Many choose to forget this simple truth, but Coroleya before the Demonic Wars (B.D) was home to a single race, a race referred to by many as demons, when in fact they were called The Dekaram. The term demons came only into existence much much later after the Demonic Wars (A.D), and was an ugly name given to them as an insult. And yet many seem to let slip, that not all demons were inherently evil. In fact there were hundreds of dekaram nations that existed upon Coroleya with their own culture, language, and identity. No two dekaram peoples were the same, and yet once the Lightbearer appeared with his legions, all were treated the same. It became less of a war to save humanity than a genocidal rage in which the dekaram were pushed to the brink of extinction. If not for the Basalet, Lords of the Underworld who offered them shelter, many cultures would have ceased to exist.

How do I know this? Because I myself have seen with my own eyes the ravages of war, I was a part of the Lightbearer’s armies that had come here to avenge those enslaved by the dekaram, and for a thousand years or more, I hunted them down like animals.

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I was a different creature then, a creature of spite, hatred, and burning savagery, but after so many years of brutality, even I had had enough of bloodshed. There is only so much death that I could bear witness, lives of children ended by hands, and only so much drink that would drown out my shame. For I am ashamed. For so many years, I hated the dekaram for taking our babes to be born into slavery, but what we did in those years of war, made us no better. We were like rabid dogs let loose upon the world, we acted without thought, and sought only blood. I can still remember the smell of burning flesh in the air, the way blood tasted upon my lips, and the looks of horrors in the eyes of families as I cut them down. There was no honour in what we did. But what came after, felt so much worse. It felt like a stab of betrayal to those that had died. Not only was history rewritten, but the Lightbearer was proclaimed a hero, a saviour to the world. True, he had great power, and he did not ask us to shed the blood of innocents, but he had turned a blind eye to the world, ignored those who cried out to him that they had no part in the evil misdeeds.

I curse his name, and curse all those that now follow his edicts as though he were a god, when in truth he was but a mortal, a very powerful mortal. But still just a mortal, with flesh and blood like all of us. It was him that learned of the disappearances on our homeworld, called our people to arms, and once the war was over, told us to settle down on Coroleya.

And so it is left to me to remember. To remember, and write down what was lost, and to not forget.