The Alter Empire's Demise
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The tremors of warfare resounds in this massive hall of grandness; sound of eruptions are declaring outside the closed gigantic double-doored gate that leads into this great throne room of marvel; the black surrounding pillars has fierce moving torches hanging towards the direction of the center of the hall which lights it up in flaming brightness.
The hall is completely empty except for two humanoid people, or more like two monsters because of their demon-like appearance. Their skin is of the purest black with different colored crystallized horns that’re sticking out at their shoulders, elbows, knees, spine, heels and other places on their bodies. Their tails that're in frightening lengths whips side to side, up and down as they’re focusing on one point with their terrifying claws for hands.
The monsters’ hands are glowing with magic energy while they jerk them in different strokes as if they’re writing something in the air in front of them. For every stroke, a shimmer of light follows, leaving only a gleaming rune that disappears in an instant.
A magical portal of unknown power is being set up by the two monstrosities, but the monsters are male and female. The male has dark emerald horns and the female has dark purple horns. The male is two and a half meters tall with such an air of obedience which could make anyone scared by just seeing him, while the female is half a meter shorter than the behemoth.
The female is extraordinarily beautiful even with such horrid features of a demon-like race. She is clad in a special made gown that reaches to the floor and it flutters violently as they continues to fill the portal with their boundless power.
Her amethyst hair moves with the wind that shoots out in quick intervals from the constant formation of the portal. Magic of large quantity is being poured into the creation as the man and woman hears the clattering of magical abilities that explodes and thuds of weapons hitting upon the gigantic gate.
“We must hurry!” the demonic man shouted with slight worry. “The enemy will soon breach the entrance, I feel the magic in the gate waning!”
The winds whooshes even more frighteningly as they pour more magic into the portal to finish it in haste. The portal that they’re making is something that has never been created before. The demonic man has been forming this very portal for a couple of months as a last resort. It is a movable portal but now it’s placed in this throne room of excellence.
The man himself has an armor of pure terror that has holes where his horns sticks out of, and he is a man to fear. With his piercing slit emerald eyes, he can stare people to their deaths from shear frightening emotions. His large crystal horns of emerald obsidian are displayed fully to shake the heart of any man or woman who’d seek to battle him.
But, his expression is extremely dire. His look is not that of a monstrous creature of madness, it’s more of a collected, intelligent, and of a compassionate appearance that displays on his anxious face.
Though, the woman has more of a malicious air about her, for she’s rage incarnate. She has seen her ten cherished daughters’ bodies, which had been sent to her and her husband, one at the time by the enemy since they were the ones who killed them in battle.
Her lovely daughters were surprisingly unsoiled in their magnificent black-blooded armor. Some of the daughters had lost limbs, some without a head, some cut in two, and some unrecognizable by their very own parents by the damaging battle that they had endured against the opponent.
The woman’s fanged teeth clenched to the limit as grinding noises come out of her mouth. Her madness knows no bounds for the ones who killed her daughters. She wants to rip them apart, torture them to insanity, and murder their precious ones in front of them so she can see their agony. If she wasn’t in such madness, she would indeed be a goddess of beauty and perfection among their own race.
“Xerzher, my husband!” the demonic woman yelled furiously while being out of breath. “It is… finished—!”
As the woman screams her exhausting words, the giant double-doored gate shatters with such force that the gate’s large fragments flies towards the portal and past the man and woman. The woman shows a sudden alarmed face because the debris is flying towards the throne where her only remaining hope lies sleeping.
She swiftly jumped backwards in the direction of the throne to protect her light of lights of the incoming danger. As the pieces of rubble reached the throne, they hit a hastily put up magic-barrier. The woman sighs out in relief as she hurriedly goes to the throne to pick up her only dazzling ebony star, her infant son.
“Quickly, my love! Go into the portal before the enemy comes into the hall!” her husband shouted as he pours in more magic to keep it stabilized by the sudden explosion that hit the portal with demolished flying stones, sending them into the beyond.
But it is too late, for his empire’s enemy stands already inside the throne room, gazing with blazing eyes upon them, eyes of pure hatred, eyes of fear, and eyes of neutrality. The men and women of different races stand there by the charged portal while the demonic man just frowns restlessly, because they weren’t fast enough to go into the magical entryway.
His wife comes up beside him while she holds her wrapped up baby boy in a purple embroidered blanket. She looks at the enemy with such hateful resentment, though she is very weak so she can’t really fight. The side-effect of giving birth to her infant son two days ago still weighs heavily on her blackened body. For some reason, when she was bearing her son in her womb, she couldn’t use her own magic.
She was at that time very vulnerable to assassins who had come before and tried to kill her, but she herself has shadows of her own. She stares at the intruders while she begins to silently summon her minions that’re inside her magical domain.
“Xerzher Xer’Hai!” A middle-aged man yelled with such force which surprisingly interrupted the summoning of her minions. “Your reign has finally come to an end! And your atrocious demonic race is on the verge of extinction! You thought that you could hide inside this walled-in throne room?! Hah! We have come to give justice to the millions of people you have slain with your empire of demonic shapeshifters!”
“You thought that your disgusting Alter race was invincible only because it had more magical powers at their disposal?! You truly are a foolish tyrant! We of the true races have come to bring your head to the grieving people of the Humans, the Elves, and of every other race!”
The shouting middle-aged man then shows a nervous frown upon his bearded face, but he quickly yells out to one of the elven magicians who stands next to him, “NOW, USE IT!”
A robed elven man reveals some kind of artifact that he takes out from his robe hastily.
It's as if time itself stopped spinning its endless wheel. The demonic man is beyond powerful but this kind of magic was new to him.
His whole world stopped, the portal of oozing magic stands there silent in front of him, no wind, nothing, only the stillness of a terrifying ability dawns anxiously inside his mind. But he can’t feel or sense anything since... time is everything.
It slowly starts to move again and the portal begins its terrifying ooze of magic that swirls towards the roof of this throne room. The demonic man looks in front of him as the time-stop ended. Xerzher sees his wife and infant son, they’re not beside him, but in front of him.
He quickly turns his head to see the empty spot where they were supposed to be. He hastily turns back and scowls at the man and woman who forcibly restrains his wife with magic, while an elven woman holds his baby with a rather disgusting look upon her gorgeous impeccable face.
“Hahahaha, it worked! Demon! Are you so surprised that someone caught your tongue?!” the bearded man shouted out in exhilaration. “Look upon your wife, demon! And see her distorted face of fear for your disgusting child! We have them at our beck and call, so be still, Demon of Darkness!”
“You’re the one who’s the demon, human!” Xerzher roared angrily while grasping his hands.
“Careful now… Xerzher! Your disgusting infant son might die if you raise your voice again!” the elven woman yelled with a soothing voice as she threatens him while holding the baby with a dagger looming above.
He just stands there on the other side of the portal. The portal itself is like a round well, one just needs to jump into it to make it work, but because of the sudden explosion, they couldn’t escape in time.
Xerzher curses inwardly at their dire predicament.
His wife struggles immensely under the magic which holds her down. Even she’s powerful, but through her weakened state she just can’t bring out her magic abilities as if something is draining her of her powers. She looks with desperate eyes upon her son, she feels her own fear and anguish.
Is she going to lose her only remaining child, her first and only son? Her face shows no anger now, only dread that shakes her heart brutally, her emotional heart, the feeling of pure misery.
The elven man who casted the time-stop spell steps suddenly forward with elegance of old age flowing with every step.
“Emperor Xerzher Xer’Hai. You have lost almost everything important to you. Will you let your wife and child die too, or will you let them live? The choice is yours to choose,” the elven man said calmly without any hint of hatred.
Xerzher glares gravely at those words.
“I’ll take your silence as a response for me to continue, and please… do not interrupt,” the elven man said as he bows slightly with respect to such a being of power. “Emperor Xer’Hai, you can only blame yourself for your transactions. You rose up and took your supremacy among your own kind with force, and we, the other races watched as you built up your empire in these lands where none other than your own kind lives.”
“As the years went by, your empire grew and grew until you waged war on the smaller races, and you annihilated them without mercy,” the elven man said as he shows a pained face. “Some just stood by and some resisted as you raged on with your power-hungry mind, but you stopped. We may not know why you did stop, but you have done too much damage to ever repent for your hideous deeds. The remaining races banded together for this very reason: to destroy you, the evil of the world… the Demonic Emperor: Xerzher Xer’Hai!”
“But, we know your power, so we had to come up with a way to…dismantle you. Your daughters did die with their hearts at home, the battlefield. We sent them to you untouched because we wanted you to see the horrors of what your own warmongering actions had caused. And when we knew that you have a newborn son…we could resort to a more devious, yet desperate method, to get you on your knees, as you can see,” the elderly elven man said with a saddening frown while looking at the elven woman who holds the infant baby.
“As I previously said, it is your choice of how this will turn out… Vengeance is not so easily put away, Xerzher Xer’Hai. Those who gained your ire was snuffed out of existence, and through that very reason is why we’re here. You must die, Xerzher Xer’Hai, and your two remaining family members will be spared. Or they’ll join your daughters in death,” the elven man said as he finished.
Xerzher’s wife just looks at him with newly teary eyes running down her blackened face, down her deep colored scarlet lips, and down to the floor, splashing it with droplets of moisture… She knows what he’ll do, even without saying it, since she’s his wife. For a thousand years they’ve been lovers, and for a thousand years they’ve truly loved each other with every quantity of their long lived being.
“I have always wondered why you attacked my domain all of a sudden. Now I know why,” Xerzher said with an aggrieved expression. “In a short half a year you managed to break through to my capital city, it’s highly impressive. You took us by complete surprise by mobilizing such a great number of soldiers so quick. But I guess it was inevitable for the confrontation to reach the capital. I myself should have joined the battle, but my generals were overambitious with greed and power. They told me that they would handle everything, but regrettably I was naïve to think that they could force such an army to fall back to their own countries.”
Xerzher gazes at the people in front of him. He recognizes an elderly elven woman who stands glaring at him with such hatred, her slight wrinkled face is the epitome of anger. He opens his mouth to speak to her, “Is your daughter well, elf?”
“How dare you… fiend. How dare you speak of her after what you did?!” she shouted out poison at him. “She has not yet recovered from her horrifying ordeal that you put her through that century ago!”
“For that… I will eternally be sorry,” Xerzher said as he bowed with his towering horned-armored body, while his two tails sinks to the floor gloomily. He’s at his wit’s end. “I was beyond childish, cruel, and unwise back then… but it doesn’t matter now. Though, tell her that I am sorry for what I did to her.”
“Be silent, you horrid creature of darkness! You shall not speak of my mentally ill daugh—!” she yelled even fiercer. “SILENCE, DEMON!”
“Xerzher,” the elven man then interrupted with a grimace. “Choose the fate of your wife and son. Either sacrifice them and battle us or destroy yourself to let your wife and son live. I promise you that, Xerzher Xer’Hai, as my position as High-Archmage of the wizards, that your family will live.”
Xerzher looks into his wife’s teary eyes as he thinks out what he’ll do. He gives out a sudden sigh.
Would he be fast enough to overcome these heroes that have come to kill him? Those who proclaimed him, The Demon Emperor of the Alters? Has he the power to save his remaining family? No, he couldn’t take that risk because he knows some of these people who stands in front of him. They’re weaker than him, yet many in number. They could easily keep him in check while they murder his wife and son.
“I will… submit to death,” Xerzher said with pain behind every word. “But… I will not let you have possession of my family.”
The elven man frowns questionably, “What are you asking for then?”
“As you can see in front of you, heroes, this is a portal. It will teleport my son and wife to a safe location. I will only submit if they can go through the portal. And if I can say goodbye to my wife; I won’t go back on my word and attack you, I give you my word as Emperor of my people,” Xerzher said with convictions eyes.
“He’ll betray his words! It is in his nature as a demon of the abyss to be a betrayer!” someone yelled in disagreement.
“Silence!” the elderly elven man’s voice boomed throughout the throne room, giving no one time to retort. “I will hold you to your word, Xerzher Xer’Hai, that you won’t attack us after they go through the portal.”
The elven High-Archmage is rather curious about how powerful this portal really is, because it radiates immense magical power. When he first came into the throne room, he had assessed the situation quickly and ultimately thought that it was a regular teleportation devise, but still, it chills his bones greatly.
“No, I can’t let this happen! I want every single one of them dead!” A human male roared. "Xerzher! Did you enjoy seeing your daughters in their deadened state?! Good, because I slew three of them! Do you want to know of their last words?!”
“It was: ‘Papa, save me’, ‘Father will take revenge upon you!’ and last but not least was, ‘I don’t want to die!’” he said humorously with his full gleaming silver armor displaying on his tall and broad body. “For someone so powerful, you do have extremely weak children, pathetic really.”
“I WILL SLAUGHTER YOUR ENTIRE RACE! AHH! LET GO OF ME, YOU INSECTS!” Xerzher’s wife growled with maddening rage upon hearing such heartbreaking words. “Your human race… I’ll feed them to the chasm!”
“Enough Ce’er!” the High-Archmage shouted, but the human man shows no stopping in his use of bad language.
“Ah yes, you are the mother of the litter, the bitch. I can see the resemblance, it truly is disgusting to even recognize your race as something equal to us. You’re nothing but simple mutated animals with slight intellect. It is sad really, though the greater mind always conquers the weaker. Heh.”
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“Are you done, Slayer of Alters?” Xerzher said with a displeasing yet calm tone. “I wish to say goodbye to my wife before the portal deactivates, otherwise I won’t show any restraint.”
The people manage to calm down Ce’er while others are preparing for the worst, if Xerzher were to go back on his promised words. The two magicians that hold Xerzher’s wife with powerful magic suddenly relaxes their minds on her.
“Do not try anything, Empress! I still have your son, but… I still dare you to try something…” the elven woman said grinning with a dagger dangling closely beside the infant’s body.
“I will remember you, you impish whore,” the wife said with massive hate directed towards the elven woman. “I’ll make you scream in such terror that you’ll beg for mercy, I promise you that, imp.”
The elven woman just scoffs at her with a slight smile on her lips.
“Go now, Empress,” the High-Archmage said, “Say your goodbyes to your mate.”
She turns her head and gives him a deathlike stare with her purple slit eyes, “You… You’re responsible for our parting. Elves… yes, your race will also be destined to die like everyone else, I’ll have your entire race burn in agonizing suffering for eternity… on spikes!”
“Only empty words,” the High-Archmage said calmly. “Your pain has been great Empress, now go to your mate.”
She voluntarily begins to walk around the well portal to Xerzher while snarling at the people behind her, especially at the elven woman who holds her black diamond, her son. As she comes closer to Xerzher, her tears begin to flow once again as Xerzher looks upon her with such a comforting smile, even though the situation is grim.
“Our son is truly a heavy sleeper,” Xerzher said as he sees his son not making any sound at all while a small tail tip is being sucked on automatically.
His wife can’t even control her emotions anymore and begins to sob silently as she embraces her large oaf of a man. She has kept in all of her emotions this past half a year; her precious daughters are dead and their empire has been destroyed in such short time.
Outside their citadel, the swarm of different races are brandishing their weapons on the remaining Alters. The men, the women, and the innocent Alter children. They’re purging the demon-like race out of existence.
Only because of her pregnancy, she couldn’t take charge of her minions to target the leaders of the races. She was so weak while she bore her son. Her innate magical abilities were locked away for those six agonizing months of labor that she had to endure while her empire began to disappear.
Through her locked magic, she couldn’t bring out her minions from her own domain.
Her son was also born premature by the strain of endless anxiety, so she had to fixate all of her energy in keeping him alive, these past two days he has grown rather rapidly because of her healing magic, it is strange she had thought. But then the races came with such terrifying numbers to storm the capital.
The Alter race, her race, had tried to keep them from coming near the capital, but one after the other fell to their own death in the field of battle, even her strong daughters and their own children. As their race is very aggressive, no one wants to hide away while endless battles can be fought. The capital city of the Alters was pretty much empty except for those who hasn’t that much lust for battle.
The entire Alter army was crushed by the sheer number of enemy soldiers under those six months of war. And now in this huge throne room they are holding each other in sorrow.
Xerzher and his wife, the Emperor and Empress of the Alter race has reached their unforeseen doom.
She begins to cling to him for her dear life as she begins to give him long, deep kisses as he leans forward. Their four tails coils around each other’s, while disgusting complaints comes from the other people in the room, but she just ignores the voices of the insects.
Her darling husband has changed so much these past hundred years, so much that he’s a completely different man.
Before he was cruel and aggressive, but she loved him for who he’s. He is power incarnate. She’s drawn to that power inside of him. He has had many lovers under their years as being mates, though she didn’t really mind because it was tiring to satisfy his sudden thirst for lust. She had gotten women who she herself picked, though there were some other races that she had brought in for… curiosity’s sake since she too does enjoy her lustful times with her husband.
But something came to her husband’s realization, he was a very cruel man, he only did things he enjoyed, but when he thought about it… it was already too late to change. He had done his damage, to women, to his people, to the other races, and to his own Empire.
Under the last hundred years to date, he released the captives who were slaves, but his damage to certain ones were already done. He changed his role as a ruler to a much more considerate one, so his people could live much easier. And he began to spend all his time with his family, only his family. His ten daughters saw him as a role model, some were older daughters with their own children and husbands. Some were younger, inexperienced in the act of loving another.
Xerzher stands there with his wife who’s embracing him with all her might and emotions. He stares intently at the well portal, but he gazes towards his son while getting a deep troubled expression. He doesn’t need to say goodbye to his son because such a small baby wouldn’t even remember anything, so it comes down to his wife, of how he’ll be raised. But knowing her scheming sinister mind, he can only worry about how he’ll grow up.
“Xe’Harin, my lovely Empress,” he said with a sudden stern voice. “Raise our son with love, and do not let him be like me. And Xe'Harin, nothing good comes from revenge which you’re thinking of at this moment. I know you all too well, my very own amethyst star who guided me back from the darkness and into the light. My children’s mother, my wife of beauty, and my dark goddess. This is where we shall part ways, but I’ll always be with you in your heart and in our son’s heart.”
“I bestow him with my first and last name, Xerzher Xer’Hai, may he live under your affectionate eyes, forever,” he said with her desperate eyes upon him.
“Nooo, we can still kill them—.”
“No Xe’Harin, I will keep my promise to not attack them. And when you two have gone into the portal, I will… willingly die.” Xerzher said with no hint of fear upon his face.
“Aw, no… please, no, no, I don’t want you to!” she wailed childishly as she begins to cry even more, while becoming weak in her legs. “You, you can’t leave us… I need you, our son needs you! I demand you to not die! I demand you! I… demand… you…”
His large clawed hands hold her head like a bowl while he looks directly into her swollen eyes, “Go now, and live only for our son’s sake.”
He gives her one last affectionate kiss.
Xe’Harin who’s filled with sorrow, goes back to the side where her son is in the midst of enemies while she snivels like a little girl. She wipes off her tears that have run down her cheeks as she looks at the elven woman with a new hatred growing even more fiercely inside her heartbroken chest.
“Give my son to me, you imp,” she said with newly venomous eyes staring at the elven woman whose having a rather troubled expression. The elf looks down at the baby that she’s holding, her face becomes distorted with disgust.
“Take… it, I don’t want to hold such a monster,” the elf said with such an appalling tone as she hands over the creature of darkness.
But as Xe’Harin gets her infant son, she asks, "Imp, what is your name?"
"Erillin Raidueil," she replied with proudness filling her smug smiling face.
"Good," Xe'Harin hastily strikes forth with one amethyst-clawed hand towards the elven woman’s throat. The elf just becomes wide-eyed in surprise, not expecting such a fierce attack. Though as Xe’Harin’s claw reaches her throat, it gets blocked off by a magical shield made by the High-Archmage himself, making her clawed hand grind at the shield.
“Empress Xe’Harin, it’s time for you to go into the portal,” the High-Archmage said strictly. “Go, now.”
Xe’Harin gazes at the people as she sneers angrily at them while she turns around and walks in front of the portal. She cuddles her son while she looks across the portal to see her Emperor, her lover, having his eyes closed, not wanting to see her damaged expression that’s so distraught on her beautiful ebony face.
Her lower lip shakes as she’s trying to hold back her tears.
“My Emperor, my love… I will immortally love you… only you as a lover.”
Xe’Harin then disappeared into the portal, leaving Xerzher all alone with enemies in this grand throne room. But this just makes the races nervous beyond words, because he can now go back on his word, to wreak havoc upon them without having any fear of hurting his son or wife.
Xerzher opens his closed eyes slowly, which makes the people brace themselves for the upcoming betrayer of words. However, he just stands there doing nothing at all, he has a painful grimace on his face as he looks at the portal.
Xerzher raises his hands suddenly while he directs them to the well portal. His magical essence spikes in the whole throne room, making those who aren’t that gifted in the arts of magic scowl in worry. The well portal then with a loud sizzling noise, too, disappeared, leaving only a flat circle in the middle of the room where the portal was.
“So, this is where it ends, my journey in life,” Xerzher sighs out in relief as his face gradually becomes darker and colder. “You, the heroes, the representatives of your own race… have made a dreadful mistake.”
Xerzher moves his hands towards them in a motion that makes every single one of them tense up in concern. With a pressure so vast and so damaging, some of the people fell to the ground in exhaustion by the raw power Xerzher holds.
“Xerzher..! Are you going back on your words?!” the High-Archmage demanded to know as he himself clings to his own vast magic, trying to help his fellow comrades by putting out a large magical field to ease the dreadful ambience that seeps out of Xerzher.
“You… come into my dominion, you have destroyed my cities, slaughtered my people, killed my dear daughters, and took my son and wife as hostages to put me in place,” Xerzher said with such anger which’s literally seeping out of him. “Do you, heroes, honestly think you don’t need to pay for your horrible crimes?”
“Yes… your corruption must be met in full,” he said as he put more power into his magic, making the High-Archmage himself feel dazed by such pressure of dread and malice which in turn made his magical barrier disappear.
“I shackle you and your wretched bloodlines! They will be forever bound to mine. You will become slaves to my bloodline’s will. You may not be the ones who will be the slaves, but your descendants will feel their agony as I have just felt mine.”
“They will not be able to escape their tormented fates, they will not be able to help themselves other than serve the higher entity among them. You, heroes, will never be able to lay a hand on my only descendant, my son, the new Alter Emperor!”
With his heart-gripping hands, he closes them so fast that a tremor shoots out by the sheer power of such terrifying grasps. The heroes who has gathered here in this throne room begin to feel their hearts being locked away forever into servitude.
“No…” the High-Archmage said in complete dismay. “You are a complete demon, Xerzher. To actually be bound to yo—.”
“Silence, elf,” Xerzher said with disdain as he frowns, and the elf’s voice stopped coming out from his mouth upon hearing such words. “Now, as I’ve promised, I will perish.”
“AND I WILL BE THE ONE WHO SLAYS YOU! DEMON SPAWN!” Ce’er yelled furiously because he didn’t know what just happened, but nonetheless he charges forward while the others who’re specialized in melee combat does the same.
They scream war-cries as they come closer and closer to the giant in front of them. That towering demonic creature who willingly awaits for his death with open arms. The heroes drive their weapons through Xerzher’s chest while he groans painfully. The heroes’ pulls out their weapons from his chest, thinking that he would die from the blood loss, Xerzher though, surprisingly doesn’t fall to the floor.
He stands there with black ebony blood seeping out from his gushing wounds which he got from the different weapons, both small and large. He coughs up blood, but he stands there proudly and says, “Is that the worst you can do? Let me, Xerzher Xer’Hai, the Emperor of the Alter race, show you what true death looks like.
Xerzher raises his right hand forward, he forms an opened claw and drives it straight through his chest. He groans painfully while nausea forms inside his head as he feels the pumping of his own heart that he has in his emerald clawed hand.
“…My…love…” he said as he rips out his own heart.
Blood comes spouting out like a fountain, covering the heroes in ebony. Xerzher stumbles around for a couple of seconds, after those few seconds, he falls to his knees in a dejected way. He takes his last and single destroying breath, then he breathes out his deathly air that is filled with all of his emotional worries while having a smile on his lips.
He didn’t fall, he just froze in place on his knees… His eyes are completely lifeless.
As a couple of minutes went by, one of the heroes kicked him so he fell backwards to see if he's really dead.
“He… He is dead… Heh, we have slain the demon spawn!” Ce’er bellowed in joy. “He has finally payed for his evils, rejoice!”
The heroes begin to cry out their feelings of victory by overcoming such a monster. Their voice resounds throughout the throne room as more and more people starts to come in through the destroyed gate who’re covered in black blood.
As the newcomers see the terrifying creature on the floor, they too howls out their emotion of happiness.
But… the heroes who’re gifted in the magic arts, has troubling expressions on them, especially the High-Archmage. One of the elves places a hand on the High-Archmage’s shoulder and says, “Father, what did the Emperor mean by what he said?”
He didn’t answer, instead he put magic into his voice to make it so loud that every single being in this Alter Empire hears what he says:
“MEN AND WOMEN, HEAR ME! THE DEMON’S SON HAS ESCAPED FROM OUR CLUTCHES! WE MUST FIND AND KILL THE SON OF DARKNESS, BEFORE HE CAN RISE UP TO TAKE THE MANTLE OF HIS FATHER’S, THE ALTER EMPEROR!”
“I, THE HIGH-ARCHMAGE OF THE WIZARDS DEMANDS HIM TO BE FOUND! GO NOW, FIND HIM!”
As such a voice boomed out to the empire, the search for the demonic son ensued. Though no matter how long they searched for Xerzher and his mother, no sign of them were ever found.
The years began to flow its eternal cycle. As the years went by, the different races soon began to end their hunt for him and his mother. The humans were the first who stopped, then the other races soon followed their lead in ceasing the pursuit.
Though, the elves still held onto their search with undying conviction, a never-ending chase.
The Alter race flowed into history and the reign of the Alter Emperor, the demon, became stories, legends, myths, and a very interesting study for scholars, because such a glorious empire who could held back every race in the world for half a year, became the greatest known evil.
The Alters, the shapeshifters were called demons, yet no demons were the Alters. They were a race that only looked different than the others, like elves has longer ears than humans. But through their evil-looking race, they were made into the enemy of the world. The darkness, the abyss, the void is where they’re from, but that was just made up by the races as propaganda so they could get rid of such a powerful race of pure evil.
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Time flowed on with its endless spin of the wheel of time.
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