The Prophecy to Come

A song of the Demon

1176, B.C.E

Barthelme, Bard

In the silence of the night, a name echoes in the wind, A name of power, a name of sin. Twice it is called, with a mournful tone, For the fate of this man, few have known.

His mind turned once, his blade shattered, A man consumed by grief, his power scattered. Golden grace, his only desire, A dark path, his feet doth retire.

A Beastman by blood, kin to the wild, A Goddess his sin, a curse undefiled. Shattered light, a pillar of darkness he claims, His lands ravaged by war, his soul in flames.

A twisted man he becomes, lost to love, A sought after death, a blessing from above. For the Gods have come at last, To judge this man of the past.

His fate sealed, his soul to reap, For the choices he made, and the secrets he’ll keep. Twice his name called, with a mournful tone, For the fate of this man, few have known.

Prologue

Raphael gazed up at the moon, its pale glow a reminder of a time long forgotten. It was a time of peace and love, before the arrival of the creatures that called themselves men. The world was untainted, and there was no bloodshed in the name of a god or a church.

But that world was gone, and Raphael knew it. Man had pushed farther away from the gods, driven by their own greed and ambition. The elder god was filled with sadness at the sight of his children being driven towards extinction by a god of light, whose self-importance outweighed his restraint.

And so, on that fateful day, the third of the time of the great kings, Raphael turned away from the path of piety and towards the way of war and death. His once divine voice now sounded like that of a godly harp as he spoke.

The elder god lamented the loss of innocence in the land, a beauty once untainted by perversion. He knew that he had to take action, to destroy man and all their descendants. With a flick of his hand, Raphael cast away his godly powers and turned to the runes of fate.

The bones showed a bleak future, one filled with plague, starvation, and war. And yet, the once high god smiled, his lips revealing the rapid decay of one of the demon-kinds ilk. “Such death and decay shall serve me well in the eons to come,” he thought. “As the humans have come to destroy and murder my creation, so too shall I come to rip from them their souls.”

In a flash of lightning, Raphael fell from the heavens and landed on the earth. A monolith rose up, with a damning prophecy inscribed on its moving and changing obsidian hide.

The elder god’s heart was heavy with grief and anger, but he knew that this was his only path forward. The demons would rise, and the humans would fall. It was the only way to save what little remained of the world he once loved.

As Raphael gazed upon the monolith, he knew that he had made the right decision. His heart was heavy with grief and anger, but he also felt a sense of purpose, a sense of duty to the world he had created.

He knew that he could not stand by and watch as man destroyed everything that he had worked so hard to create. He had to act, to take matters into his own hands and stop the madness that had engulfed the world.

But even as he made his decision, Raphael couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. He knew that he was giving up his divine powers, that he was casting aside his identity as a god. He was becoming something else, something darker and more dangerous.

But he also knew that it was necessary. The demons would rise, and the humans would fall. It was the only way to save what little remained of the world he once loved.

And so, with a heavy heart, Raphael set out on his new path. He knew that the road ahead would be long and treacherous, filled with danger and death. But he was determined to see it through, to do whatever it takes to save his world from destruction.

As he journeyed through the desolate wasteland, Raphael felt a newfound sense of power coursing through his veins. He was no longer bound by the rules of the gods, no longer confined to a life of piety and servitude.

Instead, he was free to act on his own accord, to use his powers for the greater good, or for the greater evil. It was a heady feeling, one that filled him with both excitement and dread.

But as he stood before the ruins of a once-great city, Raphael knew that there was no turning back. The demons were rising, and the humans would fall. And he was the one who would bring them to their knees.

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Raphael stood amidst the ruins of the once-great city, his heart heavy with sorrow and regret. The devastation around him was a stark reminder of the consequences of his decision, of the path he had chosen.

He knew that he had become something dark and dangerous, something that he had once despised. But he also knew that it was necessary, that the demons had to rise to stop the humans from destroying everything he had created.

As he looked out at the ruins, Raphael felt a sense of anger rising within him. He was angry at the humans, at their greed and their arrogance, at their willingness to destroy everything in their path.

But he was also angry at himself, at the fact that he had allowed things to get this far. He had been too complacent, too trusting of the humans, and now it was too late.

But even as he felt the anger boiling within him, Raphael also felt a sense of determination. He knew that he had to see this through, no matter what the cost.

And so he set out on his mission, traveling through the desolate wasteland, gathering his forces and preparing for battle. He knew that it would be a long and treacherous road, filled with danger and death.

But he was ready for it. He had shed his divine powers, cast aside his identity as a god, and become something new. He was a demon now, a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of the destruction that would rain down upon the humans.

As he marched towards the human stronghold, Raphael felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that the demons would triumph, that the humans would fall, and that he would be the one to bring about their downfall.

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Raphael continued on his path, ready to do whatever it takes to save his world from destruction.

The air was thick with the stench of death and destruction as Raphael approached the human stronghold. He could feel the eyes of the enemy upon him, their fear and desperation palpable.

As he looked upon the fortress, Raphael felt a sense of both awe and disgust. The humans had created something impressive, something that would have once filled him with admiration. But now it was a symbol of their arrogance and their desire for power, a monument to their own destruction.

With a deep breath, Raphael raised his hand and called forth the power of the demons. Flames erupted from his fingertips, burning away the defenses of the humans and leaving them exposed.

The battle was fierce and brutal, with both sides fighting with all their might. But Raphael was determined, fueled by his anger and his desire to save his world.

And in the end, it was the demons who emerged victorious. The humans fell, their bodies broken and their spirits shattered.

But as Raphael looked upon the carnage, he felt a sense of sadness. He had won the battle, but at what cost? The world he had once loved was gone, replaced by something dark and twisted.

But he also knew that there was hope. The demons had triumphed, and he was their leader. He could shape the world in his image, create something new and beautiful from the ashes of the old.

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Raphael set out to create a new world. A world free from the greed and arrogance of the humans, a world where the demons could thrive and prosper.

It would be a long and difficult journey, filled with challenges and obstacles. But Raphael was ready. He had shed his old identity and become something new, something powerful and unstoppable.

And he would do whatever it takes to see his vision become a reality. For the sake of his world, and for the sake of all those who had been lost.

As Raphael surveyed the ruins of the human stronghold, he felt a mixture of emotions swirling within him. The victory had been hard-won, and the cost had been high. He could not forget the lives lost, the sacrifices made, the pain and suffering that had led them to this point.

But he also felt a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment. He had done what was necessary to save his world from destruction, to ensure that the demons could thrive and prosper.

As he looked out at the ruins, Raphael knew that he had a daunting task ahead of him. He had to rebuild, to create something new from the ashes of the old. He had to bring the demons together, to unite them under his leadership and forge a new path forward.

But he was ready for the challenge. He had shed his old identity, cast aside his old ways, and become something new. He was a leader now, a symbol of hope and change in a world that had been torn apart by war and destruction.

With a determined spirit and a heavy heart, Raphael set out to create his new world. He traveled across the desolate wasteland, gathering his forces and forging alliances with other demon tribes.

And as he traveled, he saw the beauty in the world that he had once overlooked. He saw the way that nature had reclaimed the land, the way that life had found a way to thrive in the midst of chaos.

It gave him hope, and it fueled his determination. He knew that there was a better way, a way to build a world that was free from the greed and arrogance of the humans, a world where the demons could live in harmony with the land and with each other.

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Raphael set out to make his vision a reality. It would be a long and difficult journey, filled with challenges and obstacles. But he was ready. He had shed his old identity and become something new, something powerful and unstoppable.

And he would do whatever it takes to see his vision become a reality. For the sake of his world, and for the sake of all those who had been lost.