Fifty-Seven years ago...

inside a little hut lays a woman on a bed with nothing on but a blanket, cradling a baby boy in her arms

"He's wonderful please tell my husband"

"inside a large study sits a man with a professional deminer working on papers to be interrupted by a knock at the door"

"Master manjo I have news for you your wife has given birth to a baby boy," master Manjos's servant says humbly.

"That's good news! I shall name my son after this moment of joy he shall be named Good News" master manjo cheers in happiness.

Twelve years later

Outside a large house, Good News plays while his parents work.

They hear a loud sound, almost like thousands of warcries "ooga booga ooga booga oooga booga ooga booga"

"centaur raiders!" a lady yells, running away in a panic.

"Good News, run threw the back gate and run away from here as far as you can, and don't turn back!" his father yells in a panic as he gets in front of Good News to protect his legacy.

Good News runs as he hears his father die bravely, only to be intercepted by a raider. Good News is hit in the head with a club by a centaur. The raider picks up the boy's body, rests it on his shoulder, then walks away.

On Good New's front lawn there lies his father's mutilated body. Limbs chopped off and face mutilated by clubs

"Nooooooooooo!" Good New's mother screams as she falls to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Shivering at the sight of her dead husband, the centaurs Grab the tormented lady and tie her arms together, connecting to a leash for the centaur to pull her with

As the Centaurs pillage the village, they kill all the men as they capture the women and children. Good News and his mother are dragged to their encampment, whipped tortured, and raped. Two years later, Good New's mother eventually dies from syphilis.

Tied up alongside rows of fences are tortured slaves, cold and half-starved.

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"Mom, don't go please!" Goodnews cries, holding his mother's hand"

"Always remember Good News I am you and what I see is me" his mother struggles out her last words as she passes away.

Morning at his mother's corpse, he notices something odd as well as the other tortured slaves on the fence.

"Weird, the centaurs are never gone this long." Good News thinks to himself"

He sees a man on a horse obscured by the sun sets getting closer he wears a dark robe with a large hood covering most of his face Revealing only a darkened portion of the man's face. getting off the horse, the hooded man walks toward one of the tied-up slaves along a fence of tied slaves

"ha, have you come to help us" the slave struggles to asks

The man looks down at the slave and lifts his hand towards him like he is about to heal his soul, only to have his energy field sucked out of him killing him instantly by the hooded man. After he harvested his energy field, he takes out a vial and his dagger and cuts the wrist of the dead body, harvesting his blood as well after he finishes his harvest he walks down the fences harvesting their energy one by one as they plea for mercy. but without hesitation, he casually murders them like he has done this a thousand times. Finally, getting to the young fourteen-year-old Good News

Good News plays dead as the hooded man walks toward him

"hmm it's already dead"... The hooded man says.

The hooded man unsheathes his dagger bringing it towards Good News's wrist. as he gets his dagger close enough, Good News grabs his relaxed hand carrying the dagger and almost stabs the hooded man in the neck, only to be stopped by his superior strength considering how much younger Good News was it was no surprise. As the hooded man lifts his hand to harvest Good News energy, he looks into Good News's eyes and sees the darkness of the highest form.

Looking into Good New's eyes, he says, "you have much darkness in you, young one What is your name."

"Good News... my my name is Good News," He says, slightly confused.

"hm Good News, how would you like to kill Good News and become something superior to Good News," the cloaked man says maliciously

"What do you mean reborn"

"I can teach you how to be a warlock sorcerer, how to destroy your enemies and teach them the meaning of true despair, but only if you can let go of the illusion you call Good News. I can feel your desperation for revenge radiating off you Good News."

"There is no Good News," the boy says hypnotically as he kneels towards the warlock.

"Goooood" he says possessively.

"I shall name you... Vengeful Darkness" The warlock says ominously.

The two walk threw the thick forest side by side.

"So, how much do you know about magic," the warlock asks.

"Well, I don't know much, just that there are three branches of magic Dark magic, Light Magic, and Arcane magic, oh and shamanism." Vengeful admits

"hm well, we can work with that. Now, all beings have a field of primal energy around their body. Excluding shamanism, Magic is manipulating that energy and manifesting it in the physical. I will be teaching you how to use a branch of dark magic called sacrificial magick, a popular magic among the warlocks of The Darklands of Darkness."

Chapter Eight: Back In The Business...