Fire of Darkness

Prologue

7 years ago…

"Father, are you sure the castle will be okay?" asked the prince. As he and his father, the king, walked down a hallway very quickly.

"My dear, dear, son, I cannot offer you protection, anymore, the castle is under siege by demons, we will never survive the siege," answered the old king, as the sounds of fighting were getting louder.

"But, why are we going to Throne Room? It has no other exits other than the entrance, FATHER, we'll be surrounded!"

"Son, there is a secret passage under the throne that no one ever knew about, except the builders and the royal line. And so I am going to sacrifice myself so that you can escape, here take this," the king handed over a shiny knife, that had the kingdom's emblem on it, "The seal of the raven, it shall always so that you are the true heir to the kingdom, carry it well and only use it when you need to," the door started to move and the sound of claws at the door rang out, the door would break soon.

"Hurry, my son, run I will stop them," told the king to his son as the door burst into thousands of small pieces and demons rushed in.

"Father, they won't kill you," said the prince very quietly.

"My son, why are you still here, run!" the king yelled quickly.

"Don't you think it odd that they stopped? That they no longer run toward us, hmm? I control them, father, they are mine to control," the prince said louder this time but not loud enough so that when he stabbed his father through the heart with the knife the king had just given him, the father had no idea of his son's treachery.

"Quein, wh… why?" coughed the king as his blood ran down his chest, "Why?"

"Fool, did you not hear me," Quein grinned, "I want to rule, by destroying you!"

"I—I don't understand, yo—you were studying sorcery yo—you showed me!"

"Father," the prince spat the word, "I showed you what you wanted to see, yes I learned sorcery but it was dark sorcery, here let me show what dark magic can do!" With that the traitor to his father, the king, let darkness engulf his arm, it oozed out of his fingers and then hastily licked at the arm and climbed towards the shoulder then dropped towards the fingers, he raised his arm aimed it towards the already dieing man and yelled, "FIRE OF DARKNESS; SEAL OF THE SOUL!"

The demons whooped and yelled, as their master shot the dark fire at the old king, and was engulfed in a burning mass of fiery goop, but the fire didn't go out, it stayed the body of the king like the king like it was part of it, then something started to emerge, some white piece of the man was slowly floating upward. The demons now laughed and sneered with amusement, the once great king, owner of this great castle, who they were once all frightened of, was now a soul, which could not leave to a better life.

"Now, father, you serve me now, I will give you a body and you will serve me with the strength that you once had, like in your prime, your body will not be extinguished of its fire until you completely give in to your power, then and only then will your soul disappear, but, you hate me now don't you?" The Emperor laughed, for the soul could not speak or utter a word. "HAHAHA, A mute, eh? This will be interesting, now, slave, I will construct you a magic body, you will use it to serve and protect me, ever try to harm me, and," He pointed towards the still burning body of the once alive king. "Well, I'll burn it even more."

4 years later

In a farm some place in the land of Rakcesa, there were two men in the barn talking of a predicament that was unfolding.

"Papa, why is it that the king hasn't sent help?" asked the boy that was too young to be called a man, but too old to be called a boy.

"Son, I don't know, I sent your older brother to him nearly three months ago, I know that the kingdom is large but, three months? That is just too long, in fact, he should be back by now."

"Papa, do think the rumors are true? That the king –"

"Don't say such things son, the king is fine, and so is your brother, he is just… delayed on his return back," They started to leave the barn and head for the small cottage that was small, but still formed that warm, cozy, feeling one gets near one home. "In fact, I bet you that your brother will be back before the… next… moon?"

The father almostyelled and cried in sheer pain, terror, and anger. On the threshold to the front door lay the body of the slaughtered mother next to aspear sticking up from the groundwith the head of the older brother on it, next to the body of the mother laid a note addressed from the king:

Peasant,

The smell from your son still lingers here, you will not ask for such petty things as protection from other lands, do it on your own, in fact, if you can, send all your belongings to the Emperor, and go to the lands that so try to harm you and offer your life to them, as you have nothing else to do, your life lays in shambles thanks to,

THE EMPEROR Of RAKCESA.

On the back ofthe letter lay the symbol of the marshal, which was a raven feather, and three claw slashes right though the feather.

The father traveled to the nearest town and tried to get a job, anything that would not make him work with anything that remind him of his life of before, he could not find any work to do as the town was poor, he soon fell ill, and soon passed away.

The son traveled with his father to wherever he went, and when his father died, he lost all connections to the life he once had, he shed all things from hi past life, name, tools, everything. He tried to start over anew and soon he later became a handy man for another farm, and started to get a feel to life again.

But he was never the same after that day, he swore revenge upon the emperor who had robbed him of his whole family, life, and all feelings that he once knew, he would make the emperor feel what he felt, but he would make everything that he felt even worse upon him, he would shed every ounce of blood from the emperor, he will cut of his arm and call it his mother, another arm and call it brother, his two legs and call them his father, and then his head and call it, himself.