Prologue: reborn

i the narrator, shall tell you a tale.

Once upon a time, in a world far, far away, In a forest’s unusual clearing somthing was stirring, A being open’s it’s eye’s of deep Red it’s black hair fluttering in the wind, Pale skin covered in blood, it had no name, it had no past, yet hazy memory’s Remain. In the shadow of a dying oak, The dried grass  and leaves stained with blood, A broken long sword to it’s right, a empty tome to it’s left. it stood up and took the blade and tome, the blade broken in half and made of silver, the smell of blood still lingering on it’s broken blade, the tome undamaged, as if it was newly made yet there was a air of magic covering the tome.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

It started walking in the direction of a path, with a dead forest at it’s side, it was not human, it had black horn’s of a ram, and the leg’s of a goat smelling of ember’s.

Human’s would come to call this being, the father of demon’s, patron of witches, ruler of evil….

The devil.