Falcon Darkflight
03-29-07, 06:19 AM
"Before life itself existed in the darkness of space, there was one who existed and controlled all events from beyond reality. Isa created the living world of Nocturnis, and upon it the Khaians, and created the paradise world of Memelria to act as a sanctuary to all those whose lives had come to an end on Khaia. Eventually the return of souls to Memelria would empower Isa to create new souls upon Khaia and therefore continue a "circle of life" that would see Khaia and Memelria both prosper."
The young, pale skinned man closed his eyes, lamenting over his words as they rolled from the tip of his black tongue. He recited to the horde of Haicheyanne demons kneeling ahead of him from memory, and their pointed black helmets and faceless visors bowed in acknowledgement of their master's presence. For he, who sat atop the ill gotten throne of Khaia, was the ultimate power now. Not Asmodeus, and certaintly not any other Khaian, alive or dead.
"Isa's reasoning for creating both worlds was never explained in early texts." He continued, leaning on the gold and silver crested throne "As the Khaian Civilisation grew quickly under the guidance and influence of several leaders, the tribe discovered road building, map making, irrigation, farming and agriculture and ironworking. It wasn't long before the first marketplaces traded goods and the first forms of currency exchanged palms."
A loud collective sneer ereupted from beneath the dark visors of the Haicheyanne, each one in mocking for the traditional story and history of the Khaian race they had obliterated so many decades ago. They had heard the story before, the night before they laid waste to Sael. That in itself had been a glorious night for Mortisa.
"As Khaia and its people began to prosper, Isa decided to create a counterpart to deal with those that would seek to cause unrest within Khaian society. Isa created the Messenger Abeldeus and ordered it to abode in the realm of Moritsa, the underworld, where it would have the power to judge over all souls that passed through the gates of death."
A loud, roaring whistling shreiked through the ruined palace of Khaia. The sheer mention of their predecessor was enough to enrage them, their memories cast to a time where they had all been soulless golems, tools of warfare with no purpose other than to remain in unholy servitude. Now, under the almighty guide of Icarus Pentagathon, they could live and fight at least as individuals.
Icarus continued. "Abeldeus, unreceptive of its new role and determined not to be outspoken, declined and instead proposed to Isa that he instead helped to streamline society so that there would never be evil to condemn. Isa refused to accept this offer and once again stated Abeldeus's duties to him. Abeldeus tried to destroy the god in vain by using powerful black magic, but Isa cast a powerful spell named Maelstrom and tore off Abeldeus's wings, casting him to the depths of Mortisa to judge over the dead forever. Abeldeus became the demon Asmodeus and at this point in Khaian mythology was said to have turned nothing more than a nihilistic spirit."
At this point, Icarus Pentagathon rose to his feet, throwing back a scarlet cloak that had, until now, shrouded his blackened feathered wings from the demons. They roared in delight as he descended a flight of beige steps to address his delightfully chaotic horde, who were now raising their scythes and spears into the air, shaking them violently in rythm with the noise. His dark red eyes scoured the lines of black faces ahead of him, and with a smirk he gestured methodically to his audience, his voice changing from one of narration to an arrogant, spiteful tone.
"...Asmodeus was a fool. He created me to be nothing more than a knight in his little game of chess with the Khaians. His promises of freedom and power could never be kept, and when he spared Canen's life I realised his intentions. So, I silenced him. We didn't need weaklings to lead us to glory. And for any of you who were in doubt, look around you. We are the gatekeepers and we are holding ALL the keys. Soon, our long since decided victory in Khaia will be dwarfed by the fall of a nation with much more blood to offer. The heavens will rain blood, and the citizens of Althanas shall be washed away in a tsunami of pain and suffering. Canen is there. Let us, in this new Covenant of Shadow, bring to him the extinction of the Khaian race and the end of his pitiful life."
There was a certain dark charm to Asmodeus's Messenger, an underlying intellect bonded together by a bitter tint of insanity, and it somehow kept the demons in line. Maybe it was the fear of facing such great a power that made the Haicheyanne follow Icarus's every command, or perhaps there was a real hunger for continental domination underneath that plated armour and torn sinew that acted as a driving gear for them. In either case, the Mortisan army was great and powerful, and with Icarus at the helm, there was little they couldn't accomplish.
The young, pale skinned man closed his eyes, lamenting over his words as they rolled from the tip of his black tongue. He recited to the horde of Haicheyanne demons kneeling ahead of him from memory, and their pointed black helmets and faceless visors bowed in acknowledgement of their master's presence. For he, who sat atop the ill gotten throne of Khaia, was the ultimate power now. Not Asmodeus, and certaintly not any other Khaian, alive or dead.
"Isa's reasoning for creating both worlds was never explained in early texts." He continued, leaning on the gold and silver crested throne "As the Khaian Civilisation grew quickly under the guidance and influence of several leaders, the tribe discovered road building, map making, irrigation, farming and agriculture and ironworking. It wasn't long before the first marketplaces traded goods and the first forms of currency exchanged palms."
A loud collective sneer ereupted from beneath the dark visors of the Haicheyanne, each one in mocking for the traditional story and history of the Khaian race they had obliterated so many decades ago. They had heard the story before, the night before they laid waste to Sael. That in itself had been a glorious night for Mortisa.
"As Khaia and its people began to prosper, Isa decided to create a counterpart to deal with those that would seek to cause unrest within Khaian society. Isa created the Messenger Abeldeus and ordered it to abode in the realm of Moritsa, the underworld, where it would have the power to judge over all souls that passed through the gates of death."
A loud, roaring whistling shreiked through the ruined palace of Khaia. The sheer mention of their predecessor was enough to enrage them, their memories cast to a time where they had all been soulless golems, tools of warfare with no purpose other than to remain in unholy servitude. Now, under the almighty guide of Icarus Pentagathon, they could live and fight at least as individuals.
Icarus continued. "Abeldeus, unreceptive of its new role and determined not to be outspoken, declined and instead proposed to Isa that he instead helped to streamline society so that there would never be evil to condemn. Isa refused to accept this offer and once again stated Abeldeus's duties to him. Abeldeus tried to destroy the god in vain by using powerful black magic, but Isa cast a powerful spell named Maelstrom and tore off Abeldeus's wings, casting him to the depths of Mortisa to judge over the dead forever. Abeldeus became the demon Asmodeus and at this point in Khaian mythology was said to have turned nothing more than a nihilistic spirit."
At this point, Icarus Pentagathon rose to his feet, throwing back a scarlet cloak that had, until now, shrouded his blackened feathered wings from the demons. They roared in delight as he descended a flight of beige steps to address his delightfully chaotic horde, who were now raising their scythes and spears into the air, shaking them violently in rythm with the noise. His dark red eyes scoured the lines of black faces ahead of him, and with a smirk he gestured methodically to his audience, his voice changing from one of narration to an arrogant, spiteful tone.
"...Asmodeus was a fool. He created me to be nothing more than a knight in his little game of chess with the Khaians. His promises of freedom and power could never be kept, and when he spared Canen's life I realised his intentions. So, I silenced him. We didn't need weaklings to lead us to glory. And for any of you who were in doubt, look around you. We are the gatekeepers and we are holding ALL the keys. Soon, our long since decided victory in Khaia will be dwarfed by the fall of a nation with much more blood to offer. The heavens will rain blood, and the citizens of Althanas shall be washed away in a tsunami of pain and suffering. Canen is there. Let us, in this new Covenant of Shadow, bring to him the extinction of the Khaian race and the end of his pitiful life."
There was a certain dark charm to Asmodeus's Messenger, an underlying intellect bonded together by a bitter tint of insanity, and it somehow kept the demons in line. Maybe it was the fear of facing such great a power that made the Haicheyanne follow Icarus's every command, or perhaps there was a real hunger for continental domination underneath that plated armour and torn sinew that acted as a driving gear for them. In either case, the Mortisan army was great and powerful, and with Icarus at the helm, there was little they couldn't accomplish.