Darkness, an Eternity

Blackness...all I ever saw besides the black fire skull that was the unholy god who guided me here today. But all of this is nonsense to the unknowning mind, let me share with you the importance of my life and events that pulled me here. It all started the day of my birth...

I felt the contractions that pushed me towards the exit of my mother's womb. I bursted through and felt that great heat from the sun that peered through the window. I also felt a surge of power through me. I could see. Something that no newborn could do. I felt that power surge through me up to my insignificant hands and purple flames of great darkness broke forth. My father had been the only one to see and know about that for the longest time. From the day I reached five years of age and forth, I trained and trained and trained while being discriminated at.

My life had turned around that sorrow filled day, when I found my father dead. He was barely alive when I stumbled upon him in the alleys of the small town eight miles away from our small house that sat between a grassland and a badland. All my father said was to keep training and I would see my destiny. I followed what he wished for me to do even if I was bloodied and bone broken after a day of training. I grew very strong after that day...

On my fifteenth birthday, all I got was a dead mother. She had jumped off the roof when I was considered an adult. From the day I was born, I was followed in my mind by a death filled voice. It beckoned me to gather materials for some portal ritual. It asked for an angels wing, a dark creature, and a lot of the blood of the innocent.

I listened to its wants and gathered the ingredients. It guided me as I painted the symbol upon the badlands rocks with the blood. I placed the wing and captured creature where it wanted. It demanded for me to put my dark power into it. I crafted a small orb made of my pure dark energy and hurled it out of my hand. As it impacted with the ground, there wasn't any explosion. The symbol glew bright red when the orb made contact then iluminated black.

An orange rimmed portal appeared and shown a black stone temple coated with a mass of blood stains all over. I entered it and was in a world full of black skies and grey land. I quickly pushed open the door and was met with a huge room with stained glass windows that told the legend I follow. A huge door was in front of me as I had walked down the room, holding my simple steel sword tightly in my right hand. The voice called to me once I stepped in. A sword with a five jeweled handguard, a black skull attached to the bottom of the black ribboned handle, and a dark aura that was the most intense ever felt stood in an obsidian pedestal. The voice came from the sword and it stated it was and is the darkest blade, the sword of death, Mortis Lamina. I threw the steel sword away and ran to the dark blade. I grabbed its handle and pulled it from its resting spot. This was my destiny and I knew it. Crescent moon shaped blades formed on the sharp sides of the blade. I was called to this place to rule it. I was the king of this corrupt land known as the Underworld. All this became clear to me,

After I had been alive and terrorized the earth for two thousand years, my wife was slain and I with my two sons and daughter was sealed for three thousand years in destabilization chambers. When we all awoke from me being the first to awake and free us all with the help of the dark sword, we weren't in a world we knew...