A man sits on a throne composed of bones. His stature smug and confident, the air around him is evil and malicious. At the place he occupies, no speck of light could be seen. The texture of the air drifting around his domain, is heavy and has a stench of death. One a man named Goblin  deeply appreciates.

Goblin is a servant of the man sitting on the throne of bones. His masters face covered by a velvet of darkness. Goblin was once a light mage working for the Empire Of Light, overseen by a deity of healing; Raphael. A deity of power that resides to protect the empire. At least that's what they preach at the academy of young mages. Goblin was born an orphan, he never really knew his parents. He was brought up there, waiting for the day to come until he was no longer the orphanage's responsibility. Because you were considered to be an adult once you're 12 years of age.

Until one day he showed signs of magical capabilities that was highly sought by the empire. Usually only a family of pure blood mages would be capable of siring an heir that has magical talents. But its not unheard of that a commoner would once in awhile have magical powers running through their blood. Although it wasn't a common occurrence it still happens once every ten years.

This would be a major event, as it signals the rise from a commoner into a nobility. Although his/her nobility will be below the prestigious families powers, it's still alot better than being a commoner. As you are given at least a smidgen of wealth and resources by the empire. One that a commoner could never achieved. Power and respect.

Mages were treated as nobility. And non mages were either soldiers or commoners bound to undertake common things.

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Goblin wasn't his real name but one he was given by the other children at the orphanage because of his unsightly appearance. He has an unnaturally beak like nose and droopy eyes. But despite his uncommon appearance, he was a rather intelligent man, capable of planning and plotting.

That was how years later, dead bodies of once children of the orphanage who had now grown up and each now had a growing family. End turning up dead once every few years. All of them having no idea why or who they offended; all but one man. The one they mistreated growing up, the one they called Goblin.

Over the course of studying as an apprentice light mage, Goblin suffered  mistreatment at the academy, and that was where his path gradually took a dark turn. When one day he stumbled upon the book of the dark arts.

"Is the portal ready Goblin." spoke a the man atop the throne of bones.

"Hehehehe!!" came a raspy sinister laugh from Goblin. "Yes Master!".

Grinned the Goblin, his eyes looking in reverence to his master through his dark messy matted hair. 'Damn you light mages of the empire! You have pushed us this far and we have no other choice but to recruit others into our cause from another world! Instead of slowly venturing our options we are forced to do this blindly!

"Remember Goblin, only take a few subjects. I don't know if this other world has powerful beings, I don't want them to know of our presence. They could disrupt our plans." warned the man.

"Of course master. When has this servant ever let you down." Chuckled the dark mage.

"Take the Scarlet Witch with you. She'll be the one converting the new recruits into our loyal soldiers." The man then took off the ring with a red glowing gemstone atop of it from his fingers and lightly throw it in the direction of Goblin.

Goblin thin skeletal hands grab the ring in mid air expertly.

"Just in case she starts misbehaving.