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 Demons One: The Fury of Wrath

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PostSubject: Demons One: The Fury of Wrath   Demons One: The Fury of Wrath Icon_minitimeMon Dec 24, 2007 7:46 pm

Prologue


A man stood in the centre of a large cavern. His body was covered in large purple bruises and his skin was an eerie green colour. The cave was dark all around except for a small candle he held carefully in his hand. He was limping down the passageway, his eyes staring far ahead, searching for the hidden object.

Suddenly he spotted it. Up ahead at the end of the passageway stood a black lectern, at the top of the lectern a head was mounted. But this head was not one of an animal or a human. It had 2 horns stretching up and reaching back around the desk. It had large red eyes that had over time faded but still managed to strike fear into men’s hearts. Its teeth were pointed and curved. No, this was no head of an animal or a human; but a Demon.

The man hobbled over to the lectern and delicately touched the book that lay upon it. A few tears escaped from his eyes as he finally found his treasure. He opened it slowly and carefully and began to read. He read every word twice taking in as much as he could before turning and facing the wall.

“Oh Great Demon’s, hear my call.” He began, moving his hand up slowly and holding his palms towards the roof of the cavern “I, Thinoi, offer myself to you” He finished. Although little did he know what he had set into motion. The wall in front of him opened up and a purple aura exploded out around him. When it flowed back in to the opening, Thinoi was gone and the opening closed.

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A Figure stood in the centre of a large cave, although cave-like in appearance. It was not a normal cave. The walls were blood-red and a blood-like liquid pooled on the floor. In the centre was a stalagmite that had been hollowed out and filled with pure water. The figure stared into this.

The pool of water had special qualities. It allowed the user to stare into different parts and times of the Earth. The Figure was staring intently into this, searching for something within.

Suddenly a bright yellow colour emitted from the water and the figure smiled. He turned and stared at the wall. A door opened and out came a young boy, Small in stature but clearly stronger than any normal boy could be. The figure walked over and touched the boy’s head “Demon of Wrath” It said quietly “You shall go to Earth and live amongst the people. When you come of age you will rise up and kill them all.” The figure smiled viciously “Your new name shall be Karasis. Now go. Show them your Fury.” It finished as it touched the wall and opened a portal that emitted a purple aura. The boy went through and was sucked in by it.

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Egypt: 3467 BC

Several men sat in a circle; they were slowly passing around a water-skin. Suddenly a man in a leather tunic walked up to them, his face contorted with Anger “Who said you slaves could rest!” he shouted as he cracked his whip. Suddenly the ground underneath the Slave-driver opened up and he was sucked into the purple aura within. A hand grasped the side of the hole and pulled itself out. The small boy lay on the side of the hole, panting heavily. The slaves were staring at him in awe.

This is the beginning of Wrath.


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Chapter 1: The Beginning

A figure sat perched upon a sandstone Block near a half-built Pyramid. A light breeze blew across the desert and blew his robes slightly. He stood up as some slaves moved towards him. Although he clearly should’ve stood out, they seemed not to notice him. He jumped off of the block and sat down at the base of the pyramid. He began to watch the surrounding area. Watching, Waiting for something.

Several of the slaves walked slowly over to the block the Man had been standing on an attempted to lift it. As they lifted it, one of the slaves on one side groaned painfully, his legs buckled underneath him and he fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding having his legs crushed by the block. The slaves on the other side however, were not as lucky. Two of them had their legs crushed as the block fell, the Third was crushed entirely. The sand had been dyed a slight red colour on the area around the block. A nearby Slave-driver walked over and growled at the slave who had fallen. He cracked the whip and pulled him up “Bad move Slave” He said angrily “Now for your punishment. I think 3 days without food or water should be enough.” The Slave-driver sneered and dragged the Slave over to 2 nearby trees; he strung the slave up onto them and smiled “That should teach you, but just in case…” The Slave-driver said as he stepped back and pulled his whip out “Let me see, two slaves damaged and one dead; that’s three” he said as he raised the whip. He grinned and brought it down quickly. The sound of leather against skin echoed across the building site. The slave however only made a feeble groan. During the next 2 lashes he didn’t eve make a sound. After 10 years he had gotten used to the whip. The Slave-driver knew this. But the pleasure of harming the slave still managed to appeal to him.

As the Slave-driver finished he walked up to the Slave “I don’t think you can be spared this time Tyeru” He said as he stepped back and sneered one last time. He turned and was suddenly met face to face with a woman. Her face depicting that of someone who was used to cruelty like this “Let him go” she said simply, staring defiantly into his eyes. The slave-driver merely laughed “Be gone Woman, you are not needed here.” He said as he turned back to Tyeru “Getting women to defend you now Tyeru?” He taunted slightly “I guess anything’s better than you defending yourself. How pitiful” The Slave-driver turned and stared at the woman again. But his face suddenly contorted into an expression of shock and fear, he fell backwards onto the ground, clutching the sword that was now protruding from his chest. The woman walked over and stared at the body. She put pressure onto the sword and his arms suddenly fell to the ground, his body now lifeless. She pulled the sword out and walked over to the Slave, she stared at him slightly concerned.

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The Pharaoh stood in front of a small slave-boy. The boy had just told about the deaths of the slaves and the Slave-driver himself. The Pharaoh looked at the boy and smiled “Be gone, this is none of your concern.” He said, walking back to his chambers. As he closed the door however he felt a presence lurking. He looked back and just as the door closed a tall man revealed himself, he stared at the Pharaoh, his face depicting a gruesome pleasure. He stepped forward and lifted a dagger up. The light reflected off of it and into the Pharaoh’s eyes “Don’t worry; it will all be over soon. My name shall be yours. And my name is Karasis.” He stepped forward and stabbed the Pharaoh in the heart.

The Pharaoh fell backwards onto the bed; Karasis stepped forward and placed his hand on the body. The skin began to change slightly, contorting and changing. Until it resembled a foreign man, one who would be undistinguishable from one Karasis had killed many months before. Karasis pulled out his dagger and wiped it on his own clothes before staring into it. Like the Pharaoh’s body, his own began to contort, when it finished, Karasis was completely undistinguishable from the Pharaoh himself.

A few minutes after this had happened; Karasis had switched his clothes with the dead body and had borrowed some of the Pharaohs old clothing. He burned the clothing the Pharaoh had been wearing and he grinned “So it begins. My reign of tyranny.” He said as he turned and left the room, his expression changing to one of worry. When the guards entered the room a few moments later, the only thing they would be able to work out is that someone tried to assassinate the Pharaoh and that he had in turn defended himself and killed the Assassin.

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The Woman who had killed the Slave-driver moments before was now cutting the ropes that bound Tyeru to the tree; once he was free he fell into her arms, frail and weak. She laid him on the ground carefully and looked for any major injuries. Suddenly she heard a large bang and she turned, she could see a figure approaching her quickly. She soon realized it was the Pharaoh. She turned to Tyeru and attempted to lift him, this failed to work and she was now stuck between leaving Tyeru to his fate, or facing the Pharaoh, neither choice appealed to her.

Karasis walked closer to the 2 slaves, his face clearly depicting that of anger. Although in keeping with his character he had to hide his pleasure at this. It didn’t stop him from feeling it inside. He stopped a few feet from them and stared for a moment “You have killed one of my men, you shall both pay dearly for this!” he said, taking out his dagger and holding it ready to kill them “Surrender and you will suffer a quicker death.” He said staring at them with un-shown glee.

The figure in white robes walked towards Karasis slowly, seeming unafraid and un-intimidated. He walked past Karasis and over to Tyeru, he seemed to lift him with no effort “Haven’t you done enough yet Wrath?” he asked, his hood barely concealing the smiled that spread across his face. He stepped over to the Woman and looked at her “I am sorry.” He said as he put his hand to the ground and it opened up. A green glow emitted from within and the 3 of them fell into the hole. The hole disappeared after a few moments, leaving only memories and footprints behind them. Karasis walked over and stared at the space in dismay “He could not be another Demon, could he?” he asked himself. He kicked the ground and growled “So I have to kill a demon. Should be fun!” he said as he turned and walked back towards the temple.
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