Demon Days...

Foreword

Dear, mere Mortal.

This will be a tale of fade and destiny, fall and rise of reigns, of sorrow and glory, maybe gods and many mortals.

But before that, I will introduce to you what I am.

If you would see my preferred form, you would belief to see a vision of horror and formidable.

So for, I carving this words with my bare hands and claws in your tongue, in a stone, polished by eons, here where you have found it, in this once so glory home of countless beings, many mortal and more of higher origin.

Now only ruins, home too scavengers and only the few of us which are still here.

After more than hundred millenias of abandones, we feel the time have come, the 'throne of wisdom' will be 'his' again.

But not only we here can feel it, there are many which can feel it as well and not few want that time to never come.

But I digress from what is relevant for now.

What I am, is neither the so praised good nor the so feared evil, which you mortals are so obsessed to find every where.

Because you mortals don't know nor understand it, you would call as protective ghosts, angels, sometimes gods, or demons. But the truth is, we are simply fears, spirits of fear.

Every single one of us is born from fear, from mortals and immortals, kings and beggars, even from gods and creators.

Fear is what defines us, that is what all of our kind have in common.

But it is a habit of you mortals to misunderstand fear, you are easy confused and confused fear and panic with each other.

But I will not tell you all of our being. The tale isn't written yet, the journey will be long and difficult, many will suffer, many will fall, but in the end, glory will be and balance will be restored, but only if we succeed.

Many of my kin, like you would call it, are out there, in worlds inhabited by mortals, waiting, resting, listening to the lives of them and watching with there never resting eyes to find the chosen ones among them, to find the world where he will return.

The book is ready, the pendant on its way, we will see if you found us in time.
Words where always such a foul choice, so weak and easy to be blurred away.
Your kind, long ago, give me the name Sytan the word bringer...

so foolish...

Author's Note

You all will learn to hate and love me at the same time like all my other readers...
*satanic laughter*

*caught...* ehem, I will try to stick around 4k words per chapter.
And no this wasn't an Chapter, this was a foreword.

Hint: read this Foreword carefully, it is 'pregnant' with... all sorts of things...

Author: Leux
Proofreader: Fat1thatyoulove