NationStates Jolt Archive

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The beginning,
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In the beginning, there was nothing. No law, no chaos, no life, no death, no substance of any kind. This was the one and only point in which, absolute perfection could honestly have been claimed to be achieved, looking back now, I find it ironic that all you mindless beings each clamor for perfection in your own ways, each claiming to be superior to the other, even superior to me. This is, at best, laughable, and at worst, insulting. I, Kajeenith, was, and still am, the spirit of Nothingness, and I was before all things, when perfection truely was. Then there was Omnisource. It is the only possible way to describe it, for the addition of time would've resulted in imperfection, however you feeble minded lower beings require time to understand things, so you will have to settle for that.

Omnisource felt it was perfect, for Omnisource was all things without exception, and this is easy to understand, for Omnisource was the only thing that was, and was the exact opposite of me. Omnisource said that it existed, and I knew, that I did not. Omnisource first created pain and suffering, I know this, for Omni's very being brought them to me.

I beseeched the omni not to pain me so, for what had I ever done to Omni? Keep in mind, this is well before anything else exists, there are no Gods, no Avatars, no balance, it is just me and Omni at the Dawn of Time, for Time had started of its own accord by that point.

Omni responded saying that it was not within Omni to cause pain, only Joy, and that I must've perverted the joy he caused into pain and suffering.
I cried that this was not so, that I only wanted to be friends, having invented the concept myself only seconds prior.

Omni trembled within himself, and from his flesh he carved out the power of Life. I asked Omni if Omni felt pain equal to mine own now that Omnisource had harmed itself, and Omni replied saying that its joy had only increased. I touched the power of life, and life looked like what some would call an Arch Angel, but when I touched it it became swollen and impregnated, giving birth to the powers of Death.

Omni congratulated me saying I should feel proud for having contributed to what Omni refferred to as Creation. Life and Death starred at one another, Life felt Omni's compassion, but Death was as pained as I, and it was Death in his raspy voice that named the pain we felt, Hatred.

Life and Death ran about in the light of Omni, and the Darkness of myself, and from their tireless pursuits of self-fulfillment came Good and Law, and Omni touched good and Law and blessed them as their own biengs, and I touched Good and Law, and from them sprang Evil and Chaos.

From the six primal forces came others, they called themselves Gods, and they held the powers of the six primal forces. The sought the blessing of Omni, but I turned my back upon them.

Omni compressed itself, and sprang out suddenly, in what many refer to as The Big Bang, and omni was that big bang, for he created a great space for his creations to play in, yet I felt even greater pain, for even as Omni created, I was diminished. I turned to look upon this new thing, and saw before me what you term Stars, planets, Galaxies, and Hatred burned in my heart.

I walked upon a planet called Earth, and there I saw Man in his primitive state, having just barely climbed down out of the trees, and many Gods sought to keep them from me, afraid of what i might do. To this date, no one but me remembers the day the wrath of Omni was stirred to its greatest heighth, and no one but me remembers what it was.

In my great hatred I dwelled upon the earth, scoling at all these things around me that existed, and behold a child just barely able to walk wandered away from its parents, and found me. Curious, I picked it up, and it cried out in pain, but its parents came running for naught, for as its parents came running, I discovered i was as powerful as Omnisource, for in my grasp, the child faded away.

The worlds shook and the stars trembled as Omni roared out in rage, the most precious of its creations had been undone, and it was angry. Everything that could run and hide, did so, but I stood my ground smiling in triumph, for I knew then how to relieve my pain, for as the child disappeared, so to did it, for a brief moment.

Omni demanded to know why I did such a thing, and with a grin of satisfaction I told Omnisource that it was its own fault, for existing in the first place. For ages I had tried to reason with Omni, to find a way to peacefully get along, but Omni headed not my words, and as Omni's wrath reached the point where it lost all reason, I took a step back, to undo the Omni itself, but in a flash, Omni was gone, and i had been changed, for Omni had poured so much of itself into me, that I now existed.

For ages I walked the worlds, and over those ages I hid, exploring my powers, and vowing to get revenge on Omni for the pain it caused me, and over that time, the Balance was established, as was The Void, and over that time, I learned that people called me Yore, surely you have heard of The Golden Days of Yore. It was because I wasn't in them, Yore was, for Yore was acting inspite of my nature. This began to change though, as I used my powers on Yore, to subvert him to the point I could leave him.

When I did, all of Creation divided into two, one side mirroring the other, yet was opposed.

I looked around, and discovered Yore was no more, that in escaping, Yore had devolved into a diety that claimed to be my brother. I hated my brother more than anything else, and vowed to destroy him.

This was the true beginning of all things. the events of the First existence are sealed to memory, let no pen revive that now ancient time. Now shall follow the accords of the second existence, more specifically, the rebalancing of all things, and my directives to all those that would follow my word, as I tell you how I took the kingdom that was once my brothers, and re-built it from the ashes of the first Existence.

There came to pass a time, a few weeks after my Ressurection, that I had found myself walking again on the world known as Earth. The lands that I once walked flourished with life, and small shrines in my honor were placed here and there, for the land still resonated, even after all those millions of years, with faint traces of my powers.

Now, these people worshipped me in name only, though they assumed they were my chosen children. Fools, I choose no one to be my people. However I was honored that they named their Island chain The Entropic Isles.

Now, don't blame them, but no one recognised me when I appeared before them. They said to me, what are you, that you can block out the sun?
I responded saying that I am the Darkness that cannot be defeated, and they said they worship the light the shines brightest in darkness, which makes no sense, because all light shines brightest in darkness, that's the nature of light, it tends to banish darkness.

I smiled, and I offered to give them a gift to show them I was friendly, but they refused saying they had not earned any gifts. I told them that wasn't the nature of a gift, but they said that they believed that all things must be earned, they said nothing in life is free, and I told them they were absolutly correct.

Inwardly I knew they didn't understand, but I also understood, that they, like all things, have the inborn need to suffer, so that they might feel they've earned their rewards. They cannot fathom getting something without earning it themselves.

This then is my first directive to you, my followers who freely choose to follow me:
Seek out others weaker than yourself, and do unto them great harm, both of the body, and of the mind, killing them if neccessary, so that they might feel like they have earned their rewards. This is not an evil thing, for it is good to satisfy the desires of another, even if they remain unspoken.

If others do harm unto you, whether of the body or of the mind, know that you did not deserve it, for in choosing to follow me, you have chosen to recieve all rewards without earning them, and the greatest things are free. Instead seek vengence, and return the harm they have done unto thee one thousand times over, and if it kill them, so much the better, they shouldn't have harmed you in the first place, for I declare peace among my followers.

If you die by violence, then return any way you can, and slay in return, not the one who killed you, but those that the one who killed you holds dearest, and those things your killer cherishes most, such is a fitting retribution.

As I gave these directives to my people who declared themselves my chosen, they gasped and said I was a monster, and told them it was even more monsterous to declare themselves my chosen, and then not follow my commands. In so saying, I gripped Dissolution, my sword of great power, and slayed them all, all fifty-thousand of them in the once great city of Tarkan, fallen capitol of The Entropic Isles.

I walked along the isles, slaying those who had turned against me, until I encountered a young woman, just barely into adulthood, who was praying at a shrine to me, begging to be spared, for she was a true follower, and would obey my every command. I touched her shoulder, and she spun around, surprise in her eyes, and I told her she would be remembered among my people as my favored follower, and placed within her, a gift, a seed that would blossom into the flower of my favor. I gifted unto her also, control over The Void, that she might rule The Entropic Isles as my chosen follower.

Thus I left The Entropic Isles, to begin to gather together, my followers to assist in rebalancing the scales.

Now some followers I had already in the void, for some few had gathered at The Temple of the Place that is no Place to ressurect me, however, that was only a paltry million, but at the very least I got Destrudo Clan Leader, senior member of the Magekiller clans, and most powerful.

I knew The Aquamarinians would be faithful, with a little convincing, so I departed the normal dimension, for a layer of subspace in superspace, The Dimension known commonly as Fluidic space, more specifically I sought The Great Ocean. As I floated through the liquid space, a millenium eel passed my by, about an hour later when It finally finished, I was before Oceanus, The Aquamarinian Homeworld. Nobody saw me, none knew I was there, for If I choose to remain unseen, I am unseen. I walked along to the great castle, where I knew the leaders would be waiting for me, King Mark, The angry, normally in a state of undeniable rage, He was most commonly found with Solid Steel Bowling ball sized Stress balls, and they usually lasted about as long as it took to say Solid Steel Borling Ball sized Stress balls. With him was usually King Edward the fair. In the first existence, this was how he was known, now he was known as King Edward the Calm, for he had been changed, to always be calm by the Second Existence. Edward and Calm usually kept each other in a state of normality.

Queen Lucy the Amorous, usually was never to far from Edward, Niether was King John the Poisonus, or Crimos, the Protective, for his continuous Rebillion had ended with the end of the first Existence, and now sought a more defensive pace, while Mark sought a more offensive pace.

Leading them was a new Aquamarinian, larger than them all, purple in color, He was known as King Howard, the leader, and indeed, he lead all Aquamarinians.

I allowed myself to be seen, and they were all shocked to see me just appear infront of them.

Remember, scaring a giant 16 foot enraged Octopus creature is never a good idea.

I found this out personally, as I appeared infront of King Mark, who promptly beat me sensless with eight of his sixteen tentacles, while holding me down with the other eight.

Fortunatly, no harm was done.

I knew it was them that had caused the reopening, to allow me back in to creation, to rebalance the scales. Mark set me down, dently, and looked apologetic, even a bit fearful.

I chuckled a bit and told him it was okay, which seemed to scare all of them.
I told them I needed them and their citizens to join me in a new nation, to restore the balance.

They replied saying they wanted the balance restored, but could not fathom following my rule, and I replied saying I wouldn't rule, they would, and yet still, they needed convincing.

The Aquamarinian rulers said, that if I could find The legions of the Knights of Doom, they would then follow me, their primary concern was appearing to have stopped being neutral, however the addition of The Legions would give them reassurance they were not acting alone.

I smiled, for The Legions had long since retreated to Hell, following the Defeat of Rahegalhoff, they dwelled on the lowest level of the Infinite Layers of the Abyss, an impossibility for certain, for how could infinite ever end?

However, many things that seem impossible, are not, and as a star falling to earth, I plunged into Hell, smashed through the gates sealing the abyss off, and down through the layers of the abyss, faster, and faster, untill even the fires of hell were blown out by my passage, I knew the secret of reaching the bottom, and when I reached Terminal Velocity, and every fibre of my being was burning from friction, I layered the environment in the Void, and in so doing, compressed The abyss into a single layer, for a brief moment, and landed as a feather, on the lowest level of The Abyss.

The Lowest Level of the infinite Layers of the abyss does not exist, which is why no one can reach it, unless I let them. The greatest threats to the continued existence of good and innocence dwelled upon the lowest level, lost in the madness of the ever shifting layer. In the instance I reached it, it was a frozen wasteland. If ever anyone tells you they will do something when Hell Freezes over, tell them they must do it then, for verily I tell thee that there are portions of hell, that have never known warmth of any kind.

The Halls of The Legions of The knights of Doom were Vast, and filled with every kind of criminal one could think of, and more. Some had committed acts so heinious, that there simply was no single description for them.
I walked among the knights, and each one kneeled before me as I passed for not one of them could ever hope to get free without me, when the Legions retreated, even Hell celebrated.

I told them, the time has come for The Legions to again spread fear and terror throughout creation, and they cheered, falling silent again moments later, for their leader came before me, sword drawn. I smiled, even chickled, and then laughed openly, and asked him what he thought he was going to do with his sword, slash the Empty air in the space I occupied? I asked him how he planned on harming someone that didn't exist, and he raised his helmet. I could see his eyes, they glowed red, his face was twisted in a permanent sneer, yet his eyes held insanity within them, I understood then, why Rahegalhoff often relied on him as second in command, for so great was his insanity, that even Demons and Demon Gods feared him.

He spoke, and his voice was like hearing an army speak. He said He was Legion, for he was many, he said that I would learn to fear him, or be destroyed.

Remember my children, Fear is a powerful tool, but it helps, if you know what those you seek to intimidate, fear. The sky will never fear the shaking ground beneath it. If you plan on using fear to control someone, research what they fear, preferably by stealth, and then when the time is right, use it against them.

Legion feared sanity, in the same way sane men fear insanity, both are irrational fears, but never mind that. I opened a Void Nexus, and wrapped Legion within it, giving him just enough sanity to realise who I was, and he trembled with fear. I told him he was going to kneel before me, and name me his sovereign God, and he hastened to do so.

Those who suppose themselves Mighty, are often the quickest, and the first to fall in times of hardship, they are also the easiest to use in such times, especially with promises of returning to the power they imagined they had.

With the Legions under my control, I opened a Void Nexus, and marched them accross the Plains of Hell, where the Demon horses run free. Never did anyone before see Hell so quiet, or vacant, as when The Legions purposefully marched accross them. Each Legionarre captured himself or herself a Demon Horse, some took Stallions, some took Mares, Legion captured a rare Winged Demon Horse Stallion and named it Xaram.

So we travelled through the void, and returned to Oceanus, I appeared before the royal Aquamarinians, who were out in public, and I simply pointed to the great empty square. Day turned to night, and colors inverted, as Fire began to burn, and the royals were concerned, for their water did not naturally burn, the water began to boil, and a great cloud of airbubbles flew skyward, as The top ten leaders of The Legions of The Knights of Doom rose from beneath the ground in a pool of Hellfire. The hellfire slid off them, and the pool closed, as The ten legionarres Rode over to the Royals in their own private airbubbles.

Legion spoke one single simple sentence, and said "You are with us, oor we will Kill you where you stand."

The royals nodded for they knew they had been beaten.

"Certainly you know we will all need a common Homeworld, where will that be?" King Howard asked.

I smiled, and told them I would take the name of my no longer existent brothers kingdom, his worlds, and make the Homeworld Ri-an, but first, I had to gather more of my followers, and that was when I departed for yet nother kingdome, a Kingdom of the Living Dead.

OOC: Well, I did the last three posts waiting for someone who contacted me to TG me a thorough description of his landscape, but as of yet, he has not, and I cannot wait anymore.

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I found myself on a grey and desolate wasteland. The people here, where niether living, nor dead. It was as if Death had become full, and could not hold these people. It was a land known as Cil Nodus, there was no hope, no happyness, no peace, no rest. I felt compassion for these sorry empty beings, wallowing in despair.

"Poor things, I shall give you rest." I said. I reached into my chest, where my heart should be if I was a normal being, and unsheathed Dissolution.

Remember, I am no Normal entity, all other entities have a heart, and at some point the emotions it possesses will eventually get the better of them. I possess no heart of any kind what so ever, I cannot be gotten the better of by petty childish useless emotions, I never have, and I never will.

I walked among the living dead, killing the ones more alive, than dead, incenerating the truely dead, and throwing the remainder into the void, and allowed them to experience no emotion other than rest.

A good Master can always control his or her Slaves, likewise, a Good slave will always allow themselves to be controlled if giving the option of free-will. Bad Slaves should be whipped and beaten until it stops being funny.

Cil Nodus is a vast land, ruled by a Death entity known as Sitrom, and Sitrom was upset, and without just cause, because I allowed the dead to experience rest. Sitrom is both Male and Female, and changes sex at will. When Sitrom fell from the sky, screaming incomprehensible things at me, Sitrom was both at the same time, unable to concentrate on one sex or the other.

I simply smiled and pointed Dissolution at him, however, not everyone is smart enough to fear me, some actually fancy themselves, more powerful than me, or, better than me. Actually, it had been thought many times over many years that many people and things are better than me, or have you, dear reader, never heard of the phrase "Better Than Nothing?" Sitrom however actually fancied herself better than me, the literal me, Kajeenith.
Sitrom prefferred to weild a big heavey broadsword that made most other swords look like silly letter openers. It was named Doomsayer, and it was composed of the bones of her former lovers.

Sitrom himself, herself, whatever, looks like a clone of the classic image of The Grim Reaper. I smiled, for I knew Sitrom could be no real challenge.
I cracked my neck, and the wind began to pick up, blowing in a great storm, Lightning flickered, illuminating the landscape. Sitrom continued to bellow incomprehensible gibberish at me, so enraged was sitrom. I sheathed Dissolution, manifested a deck chair, a giant umbrella, and a coconut filled with something alcoholic and bad for anyone's health, sat down, and waited for Sitrom to stop. For some reason, this only enraged Sitrom even more.

Sitrom pointed at me, and disappeared, taking his land with him, or rather, he randomly teleported me somewhere else, for I found myself in a fertile valley, with big green leaft trees, and fields of flowers all the way to the valley walls, but the things that took place there, are not for you to know, for I shall cause those pages to be removed from the book of Darkness.

I, Alcreus, hardly believe the events I am about to record within these pages, but as hard as they are to believe, they happened. Dark Gods are frightful entities that disturb one's time to study, however, I recently gained the chance to study the rarest aspect of any Dark God, I am refferring of course, to their vulnerable side, their good side they keep hidden and pretend not to have.

It happened in the Fertile Valley known as the Aiagian Crescent, on the World of Ephseus. I was there making an index of all the fauna within the Aiagian Cresent, being an Elf, I had plenty of time to undertake the monumental task. I didn't mind the human families that lived there, toiling for their keep off the land, they were kind and gentle folk, and never did anyone harm, at least not to my knowledge.

I had barely passed my 300th year, and was well into my index, when a being I thought forever gone from any world, suddenly appeared. He looked upset, as though some plan of his had gone horribly awry, and thought to take it out on us, when he chanced upon a little girl named Cara. Cara was an orphan that we all generally took care of and were fond of, but had no parants to call her own. She was barely five, and had beautiful golden locks, and cerulean blue eyes. Her complexion was quite fair, and was a pretty little girl to look at, and a joy to be around.

I thought the worst had come, and had started to run to Cara, as had several others, when she simply stood, smiled, and offered Kajeenith a freshly picked daisy.

To this day, I have no idea what came over Kajeenith, and if I did, I could inspire all civilizations to at last coexist in peace and harmony, but I digress. a look of disdain first appeared on Kajeenith's face, and then one of disgust, but Cara simply stood there smiling, offering the daisy. Finally, something inside him caused him to smile, kneel, and take the daisy.

"Why thank you, is this for me?" he asked in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
"Of course, wanna make a daisy crown with me?" Cara asked in an innocent manner.
"Sure, it sounds like fun." Kajeenith said, and he sat down, and began to weave daisy crowns with her.

At that point I realised we had all frozen in place, and some of us had held our breath. Letting loose a collective sigh of relief, we kept our distance, not wanting to disturb the fragile good mood Kajeenith was in.

Finally the day began to set, and they had weaved many daisy crowns, and Kajeenith even made Cara a tiny cloak of daisies.

"Shouldn't you be getting home, your parents must be worried about you." Kajeenith said, concern in his voice.

"I don't have any, they died in a fire the day the stars went dark, I was just a baby, they died saving me." Cara said.

Kajeenith looked horrified, for he knew then, he had done it, at least indirectly, for the day the stars went dark, also marked the end of the First existence.

"Don't worry Cara, I'll take care of you." Kajeenith said, and he plucked a daisy, and threw it on the ground, making a brand new farmstead appear right then and there, all around them. Peaking through the window, I saw Kajeenith making a meal of roast, and peas and carrots, and many other things that are delicous to eat.

I don't know what inspired the sudden change of heart in Kajeenith, maybe he grew one, or maybe he went insane, or more likely, stopped being insane and cruel.

The very next day I rose and checked up upon Cara, peeking in through a window, I saw a most startling sight, a Dollhouse.
It was a big one, and filled with an odd assortment of dolls. Cara sat playing with them, as did Kajeenith.

I would draw for you, an image of what this stange scene looked like, but my hands have never been good with drawing an image, instead, I shall attempt to describe it to you.

The Dollhouse, was possibly six feet tall, and there was a small ladder for Cara to climb upon to reach the top. Closed, it was four feet wide, by another four feet, like a miniture tower, and indeed, this was how it was decorated. Each room was of a diffrent size, The ballroom being the biggest of them all.

There were servants a plenty, and the family was very rich indeed, and sometimes, out of Kajeenith's pocket, would come a doll made to look like some foreign queen or a king. I could not believe mine eyes, this innocent little girl had roped a powerful entity into playing dolls with her.

I walked off, not wanting to be caught peeking.

I immediatly wrote a letter to the Bishop of Cranes, his emminence Archibald Reaver, minister of The Faith of Omnisource, I copy its contents and reply for your leisure:

My dear Friend,
I write you troubled as of late, for The Darkness has returned, and walks upon our world. Yet, He seems changed, for he has chanced upon the orphan girl I told you about, the one with Golden white hair, and has taken a fatherly stance with her, so far having refrained from every normal mode of behavior around her. He has taken care of her, fed her, even given her a massive dollhouse that would be the delight of any princess, how can this be?

Yours,
Alcreus, the Scholar of Marfield

My dear Scholarly friend,

Let us remember, that within the Light of Omnisource, all things are possible. Even the most wicked of people can become good, even the most maimed, whole. Is it not possible then, that a being having no heart or no kindness, can gain such things when bathed in the light of Omni? The innocence of this girl must surely be special indeed, if it can draw out the powers of Omni and so drasticly change such an aged villain. Please keep me appraised of this situation, as I find it most interesting.

From the light of Omni,
The Bishop of Cranes

Of course, having read the bishops letter, I grew even more curious as to what the ultimate outcome of this relationship would be.

I kept a wary eye and ear on their place, and it seemed as though Kajeenith had forgotten his powers, who he was, and what he had been, so devoted was he to sweet innocent Cara, and slowly we all relaxed. He had even shed his normal Dark attire for a common Farmers outfit, and could be seen in his fields day and night, toiling to raise his crops, when he was not at Cara's side.

An intresting insight as to who was teaching who came when Cara decided to hold an outdoor tea party, and she had Kajeenith, and three stuffed bears at it. One was as a common black bear, one was as a grizzly, and one was as a polar bear. The black one she named Noel, the Grizzly, old Grizz, and the polar bear, Ms. worthington.

though I could not hear the bears speak, Cara seemed gifted with the ability, though certainly, it must have been the little girls imagination.

"Ms. Worthington says she's been having trouble finding the proper cut of beef in town at the butcher's market." Cara said.

She was of course reffering to the small city of Crane, where my friend the bishop lived, not more than five miles from our tiny group of farmsteads.

"Then the butcher should be taken afield and beaten soundly for his crimes." Kajeenith said with a strong affirmation. I was horrified, and thought Cara would discover Kajeenith wasn't really all that nice.

"No daddy, he shouldn't be beaten, its not his fault, he just needs more practice, that's all." Cara said with a slight giggle.

"I'm sorry dear heart, I have much skill with the task of a butcher, perhaps I could go help the butcher, even introduce him to some trustworthy traders I know of to bring him new cuts of meat." Kajeenith said.

"Ms. Worthington thinks that's a fantastic idea, does that mean we finally get to go to town, together?" Cara asked, excited.

"Yes, my lovely daughter, it does." Kajeenith said.
Cara raced over and hugged Kajeenith round the neck.
I was stunned, they had become so close as to refer to each other as father and daughter, and only half a year had passed.

It was a year to the day Cara had somehow tamed the great dark god known as Kajeenith, and since then, had become a very nice, neighborly sort of man.

I had actually been visiting them, I needed a cup of sugar, which was a lie, I'm allergic to the stuff, the details are really not at all pleasant. Truth was, I just wanted to check up on them, and see what was happening.

"So, Mr. Alcreus, what are you studying this time around?" Kajeenith asked me.

I decided to go with a story that could really let me get close to him.

"I'm doing a study on the similarities between the varying religons of The Dark Gods." I said, which was partially true, I had started such a study when I was at university, but it fell by the wayside in favor of a closer study of the woman who eventually became my wife.

"Really? Daddy knows a lot of things, I bet he could help you, couldn't you daddy?" Cara said.

Kajeenith looked intensly uncomfortable, as if a reminder of what he was had disturbed the happyness he had found, and I saw a single solitary tear roll down his cheek as he turned away, as though to study the curtains on the wall.

The inside of their house was really nice, decorated as though they were indeed very wealthy, having all the things one would expect to find in any noblewoman's country villa.

"Yes, I suppose I could, if that would make you happy." Kajeenith said.

"Oh now don't get upset, your not as bad as they say, I can see the good within you, why can't you?" she asked.

"I can my darling, you helped me find it, a whole year ago today, the day we chose to celebrate your birthday. Was there anything you wanted to for it?" Kajeenith asked, trying to change the subject.

"I just want you to be happy, but a pony would be nice, a big one, so I could ride it when I'm older." Cara said.

Kajeenith smiled, as a pony nickered outside. All three of us went outside, Cara racing ahead of us, and behold, a stable had appeared not to far off by the fields, and within it was a pony with hair of the purest black, and its mane and hoves were as white as the driven snow. It was an exceptionally big pony, and Cara named him Beacon.

The rest of the day I spent with Kajeenith, taking notes on a study I had forgotten long ago, and I shivered in fear at just how much Kajeenith knew of other religons, some that seemed dark, were good, others that seemed good, were dark, and some that seemed nonesensical, really were just nonsense.

That night we all three feasted on roast duck, Cara's favorite, for I was invited to stay for dinner, and for dessert, a big chocolate pie!

Indeed, as I toured for the next three years promoting my new study on the religions of Darkness, the Bishop of Cranes often wrote to tell me that despite his worst fears, nothing bad had yet happened. Cara also wrote me, via her father, for we had also become very good friends, and Kajeenith sometimes cast illusions in the letters he wrote for her to show just how things were progressing.

However, it seems that nothing good lasts forever, and when I returned from my tour, it seemed to mark the beginning of the end.

When I had returned, it was during Cara's ninth summer, and she was beginning to hit that akward time of life when childhood begins to fade away.
Cara seemed uncertain of what to do anymore, and as such had taken to long walks in the forest, where she seemed to find solace and security.

One night, she returned rather late, which caused Kajeenith to berate her for her tardiness, and sounded exactly like I did when I discovered my own daughters had taken to staying out late and looking for boys they thought were interesting, but weren't quite sure why they were interesting. Curiously, that was the time I also developed a keen interest in shotguns.

Kajeeniths berating did not go unanswered though, for Cara yelled right back at them, and they both spoke a language quite unfamilier to me. Cara stormed out of the house, and ran into the forest, Kajeenith stayed inside, pacing back and forth, and speaking in a hideous tongue, infact it was so hideous, their house split itself in half.

I recognised fatherly concern, but was also afraid Kajeenith might talk to me in that hideous toungue, oh the memories, I shall spare my pen the agony of trying to write it down. Instead I took off after Cara. Being an elf, I was naturally much quieter than her, thanks to being half-drow, half wood-elf, I was able to move circles around her, without her ever even noticing.

I followed her for quite aways, when until I moved well ahead of her and sat on a log, pretending to stare up at the stars in the clearing I was in. I heard her sobbing get closer, and finally sit beside me. I silently put my arm around her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Daddy just doesn't understand, no one does." she sobbed
"Perhaps we understand better than you think, we are both, several hundred years older than you." I said.
"Oh, your just as bad, thinking you could understand how I feel." Cara cried as she tried to pull away, only to fall into Kajeenith's arms. They disappeared on the spot, as though he teleported them back home, and I rose to walk back that way.

I recognised all the signs, fear and confusion about growing up clouded her better judgement.

Along the way, I noticed a strange man in black armor, with fearful glowing red eyes watching me, I shivered with fright, and ran all the way home.

The next day, Cara seemed to be in a better mood, and I walked over to warn her and her father about the strange man I saw. Cara promised not to go in the woods at night anymore, and Kajeenith scowled at me, like he did not like the news, walked inside, and was not seen by either Cara or me the rest of the day.

Oddly, that strange man was not seen again for a long time, meanwhile, Cara had taken to visiting the elderly nuns in town, and listening to their advice about many things in life, including growing up.

Sure enough, there was the occasional rough patch between Cara and Kajeenith, but he seemed happy and content, as though this was all he wanted from life.

Then, The man with glowing red eyes returned, and ruined it all for the rest of Creation.

It was half-way into Cara's Tenth summer, and had long since taken to walking in the woods again, Kajeenith said she was beginning to form quite a bond with the animals, and thought she might become a tamer when she grew up. I happened to be there the day it happened, I was discussing the finer points of the fallicies of some positive religions, when dark clouds began to blow over the valley, I smelled brimstone in the air, Kajeenith stood, something had been nagging at him lately, he worried about Cara's safety.

"Where is she?" he asked, wanting Cara to suddenly appear in the doorway.
An image of the man with red eyes appeared in the doorway, it was an obvious illusion, now he wore a pendant shapped like a star, perhaps the source of his abilities.

"I am Legion, for we are many, and we have decided that you no longer deserve your position. This girl has made you weak, and you have repeatedly refused our pleas to come back and rule properly, so I will take your powers and scatter you to the solar winds, that you might be undone forever, unless you come back and rule properly, only this time, you will make us your personal advisor in every manner, don't try anything stupid Kajeenith, we have the girl in my control." the man said.

I heard the sound of a waterfall coming from the illusion, if she was nearby, then it had to be Caine falls. Kajeenith threw an urn at the illusion and it disappeared, he roared in anger, and I stepped back a pace.

"I heard the sound of water, she might be at Caine falls, let us hurry!" I said.

We moved with an unnatural speed, Kajeenith's burning anger refueling his old powers. Through the woods, over hills, and to the base of the Ari mountains, where we found the man with red glowing eyes.

"No Kajeenith, you don't get the girl back, if you will not listen to reason, then I will slit her throat and make you watch her die, shortly before killing you." Legion said.

Kajeenith threw a cloud of darkness at the man, but Legion simply disappeared.

"Daddy!" Cara shouted from somewhere, and then screamed in agony, I could hear legion hitting her, as she began sobbing.

He blasted through the waterfall, and headed towards town. We followed, as quickly as we could. Energy crackled along Kajeenith's body, slowly turning his normal farmer's attire to his old black leather clothes.

"You've gained so much with Cara, don't lose it now because she's in danger." I begged as we stopped in the center square.

"Hah, he can't change, once a Dark God, always a dark God, I will goad him back into evil if I have to. There is no room in creation for neutrality, and I will not allow him to become good. I will force him to become evil, and I will bind him by my will." Legion said, not to far off.

I was appalled at the sheer arrogance of his statements, as was Kajeenith.
"You think to decide what's best for me? Fool, it is for me to decide what's best for you, and I have decided, its time for you to be undone, permanently!" Kajeenith said with such force the windows all around him shattered, the townspeople had long since ran in fear.

Legion jumped to the top of the steeple, and kicked little Cara squarely in the guts, and punched her in the face, causing her to scream in pain as he nose began to bleed, I hoped Kajeenith made him suffer before uncreating him. Kajeenith looked at me and smiled.
"Even now, your Hatred fuels me, thank you." he said. Legion grabbed Cara and disappeared.

Kajeenith simply snapped his fingers, and behold, we were back at Caine falls, Cara was tied to the top of an over hanging branch of a tree that happened to grow on a small island at the top of the falls. I began to climb the cliff face as quickly as I could, determined, that this would be the last place Legion ran.

Kajeenith stood at the base of the falls facing Legion, I know this becuase I happened to look down as I was climbing. The dark storm clouds had completly covered the sky, and lightning flickered here and there, as Thunder rolled almost continuously through the skies. I could hear the sound of both of them fighting as I climbed, I reached the top, and almost fell off before I could climb over, and as I hung by a single extrordinarily strong stone, I could see Kajeenith had Legion pinned to the cliff face and was bringing his right fist crashing towards Legion's closed Visor.

I grabbed another stone just as the first was dislodged by Kajeenith's blow. I clambered over the side only to see Legion standing before me, as he raised his foot to kick me off the cliff, Kajeenith saved me, by grabbing his raised foot, swinging him around, and throwing him off the cliff, Kajeenith leaped after him, and began to draw Dissolution. I climbed up the tree, and had began climbing out to Cara, whenm Legion teleported his falling descent, and crashed into me, throwing me to the far bank. My ankle roared in throbbing pain, it was broken, there was no way I could save Cara.

"Cara, hold on!" I yelled out, and, determined to try my best, began to crawl out towards her. The current was not so swift this time of year, as to carry me away, but it would slow me down.

I looked over, and Kajeenith had legions face ground down in the ground, and was dragging him along, shortly before kicking him.

"Why? I was happy, I had finally found the peace I had been searching for, the joy I unmade all things to find. Why couldn't you let me be?" Kajeenith demanded.

"You are an insolent worm, just a puppet, manipulated by the demands of everything, you will not get the answer you seek." Legion said.

He pointed towards the storm, and to my horror, a lightning bolt struck the branch Cara was on, and it fell away from the tree, slowly, so terribly slowly. Why is it, that painful memories are recorded in such exacting detail, while the good ones remain a fuzzy blur? Kajeenith simply couldn't move with enough speed, I could just lay there and stare, watching as the branch fell down the cliff, and young Cara died as she crashed to the rocks below.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Kajeenith roared, with such fierocity that to this day some say it can still be heard echoing accross Ephseus.

Kajeenith turned, and legion simply brushed himself off, healing himself instantly.

In a blind rage Kajeenith flew at Legion, and Legion flew at Kajeenith.
Like two demons they fought, using such manner of horror, as I have not the words to describe. The ground shook with great violence, and I was helpless. I thought of my wife, my two daughters, and my son, and hoped I would live to see them again.

The air around Kajeenith began to shimmer, and he began to glow with a bright golden white Light.

"Legion, I am beyond good and Evil, I am beyond Law and Chaos, I am beyond Life and Death, such definitions are meaningless to me, yet what you have wrought this day is evil of the greatest kind. It would have been better for you, had a millstone been tied around your neck and you been dropped into the deepest ocean as a child, then experience what I am going to do to you now. There are worse fates than death, there are worse feelings than pain, and suffering." Kajeenith said, as he wrapped Legion in a great darkness the light could not penetrate, the darkness grew smaller and smaller, and disappeared, taking Legion with it.

Things calmed down, and the storm cleared. I found myself whole again, and by Cara's side. Perhaps Kajeenith had found it within him to heal me, for at least trying to rescue Cara.

He held Cara close, and tears fell freely down his face.

"My precious daughter, my dearest treasure, you are gone, not even your soul remains." he said, over, and over again, I dared not move, for what seemed like an eternity, till at last he stood, and transmuted her dead body, into a beautiful statue of marble, as she was when she was just five, picking daisies in a field, no brusied, not battered, just a whole, sweet innocent little girl. It is worth noting, that the statue depicted Cara in the manner that had changed Kajeenith so greatly, holding a daisy up towards the sky.

Beneath it were the words
"Cara, Daughter of the Light"
and beneath that
"Thank you for finding the good, the light within me, I will never forget. I love you, my daughter, my dearest treasure."

Kajeenith turned to me saying
"If I must suffer, then so to shall all else. I will find away to find her soul, to bring her back, so I can be with my beloved daughter again, even if I must make all else suffer. I shall spare you and your family Alcreus, thank you for your friendship." Kajeenith said, and he disappeared.

So ends this, the lost chapter of the book of darkness, may it never disappear.

Alcreus, Scholar of Marfield.

I piled all the pages of The Lost Chapter together in a pile infront of me, Alcreus had been a dear friend, and his words were a comfort. Cara, where are you? your spirit was so familier, yet I cannot find it. I wrote on final sentence accross the top of the pages.

"Now I know I have a heart, for I feel it broken within me. - Kajeenith"

I walked through space, in Andromeda, through the great Crystaline Astroid field, past the lairs of the Celestial Dragons, past the space Mambos and other space dwelling creatures, and down the the great restructured Crystaline world of Ri-an.

When the lady vanished with the first existence, he world had died, to rebirth it, I put in its core a great crystal, and over the past five years, changes happened quite rapidly, entire forests of crystal sprouted from the core, and worked their way to the surface, more changes were happening, but those would take time to fully show themselves. Meanwhike, as I walked along the Marble cobblestone walkways of Le'Lanshire, new capitol of Warhaven, a woman garbed in most regal clothing approached me like a common beggar, behind her, a small five year old boy behind her.

"Milord, Thine seed of favor has sprouted and stands behind me, will you not recognise him as your own son?" she asked.

"No, not when you ask, when he becomes a man and comes into his own, then I will recognise him. If a persons offspring cannot at least equal their parents in strength, then they do not deserve recognition." I left her, and walked on, but was soon clustered with the royal Aquamarinians, Magekillers, Void Mages, and Arachnians, for in the second existence, Arachnians had come back into being.

"Will you return, and guide us as our leader?" King Edward asked.
"I will guide you, but distantly, from the void. I will give you my words, and general directives, let you rule yourselves as you see fit, I have lost my tast for mortal affairs." I said, disappearing into the void.

I watched for years from the void, as my children struggled to set up a cohesive central government, but more or less fell to bickering among themselves. If they could not rule themselves properly, then let them fall their seperate ways, I had lost Cara, and no longer cared, but fate had other plans for my followers, and soon sent a surprise my way. I will tell you, but not directly.

Ever since he was five years old, Tajen Darkson knew he was diffrent. He remembered one day going to a market with his mother, and he knew it was that event which caused this feeling of diffrence to be awakened within him, and as he grew up, he became a natural born leader, taking charge of the student government as early as elementary school. His mother often let him talk with her advisors home in Entropia, on the Entropic Isles of Earth, then he became 15, and by law, old enough to travel on his own. Determined to make his own fortune, he left Entropia for Ri-an, walking through the caverns of passage.

For the next five years, he was known in the small time city politics of Le'lanshire, and when the five governments of Warhaven convined to discuss a merger into a single mega government, he knew he had to be there.

"Tajen, what are you doing here?" his mother asked when he arrived.
She sat next to a white haired old man with a glowing red aura, Destrudo, leader of the Mage Killer Clans. Next to him sat Xrus, Archwizard of the Void Mages, and next to him sat Glenox, Leader of The Legions of The Knights of Doom, mysteriously, Legion had vanished some time ago, never to be seen again, and no one knew why. Finally, in a movable aquarium sat King Howard.

"Lets get back to business," King Howard said irritably, King Howard never really liked to be interupted.
"We're here, because our segmented Government just isn't working, and perhaps need to consider going to a two government system." he said.
"But your plan involves you and the other Royal Aquamarinians dictating everything to us." Glenox protested.

Discussions did not go well, everyone wanted to be in charge, and wanted to know what right the others had to rule them.
Xrus and Tajen sat under a tree in the courtyard.
"If only Kajeenith had agreed to rule, we wouldn't be in this pickle." Xrus said.
"Why didn't he?" Tajen asked.
"He said he had lost his taste for mortal affairs. If only someone could convince him to come back and set up a government." Xrus said.

Tajen remembered a snippit of a conversation when he was younger.
"when he becomes a man, and comes into his own, then I will recognise him." somebody that sounded like Kajeenith had said.
Tajen's eyes focused on the dark horizon. somehow, he had always been able to see perfectly in the dark, without any light at all. He had no idea why, sometimes, he was able to control it. Now he wished fervantly with all his heart he could go to the void and see this Kajeenith for himself.
"I will go there then, and I will convince him to come back." Tajen said, not noticing the darkness increasing around him.
"We are his followers, and have a right to be lead properly by him, if he cannot be bothered with setting up a government, then he should give power to one who can, and sit in the shadows like the old fool he is. If he will not do so willingly, then I will make him." Tajen said, not noticing he had inadvertantly realised his own powers of magic, and transported himself to the void.

"Are you now? I find that so, fascinating to hear, and just how were you going to make me?" Kajeenith asked from where he was in the void. Malice dripped in his voice, for Legion had said words very similar, when he sought to take Cara away from Kajeenith.

Tajen started with fear, and looked all around him and saw only darkness, he tried to leave the void, to will himself back to reality, but found himself trapped.
"Nobody leaves the void, unless I allow it." Kajeenith said.

"I, I didn't mean it like that. I was only saying that to Xrus." Tajen said, fear evident in his eyes as Kajeenith appeared infront of him, blazine like a Roman Candle. The void altered itself to match Kajeenith's burning rage, and it was like looking directly into the surface of a star, all one could see was bright burning light, and fire everywhere.
Kajeenith merely stood there.
"We are falling apart, they try to work out a better government, but there is no one to unite them all. I only desired to see my country become better, is that so wrong?" Tajen asked.
the fire died, and Tajen found himself laying on a couch, like in a therapists office, and Kajeenith was sitting in a chair, as though he were the therapist.
"Well, as your guiding diety, I must first ask, why do you seek to gainsay one of my primary principles? Everything must end eventually, why not my own ragtag nation?" Kajeenith asked.
"Because I love it, I care for it, I don't want to see it end unneccessarily." Tajen said.
"So? Children love their grandparents, yet must let their grandparents die when it is time, so too must a beloved nation. Love has no bearing on the preservation or non-preservation of an object or person." Kajeenith said.
"Haven't you ever loved something, or someone, you wanted to see well taken care of, forever?" Tajen asked.
Kajeenith looked stricken, as though he had been slapped forcefully accross the face. Memories of Cara floated to the surface, she had changed him, profoundly.

"Cara, where are you when I need you most?" Kajeenith asked quietly.
"What?" Tajen asked, not quite hearing what was said.
"Alright, assuming I agree to act and preserve Warhaven, what then, who should I set up to be in charge of it? I don't want to be involved with Mortal Affairs anymore." Kajeenith said.
"Why not me?" Tajen asked.
"You? What gives you the right to lead my people?" Kajeenith asked.
Tajen had heard this question many times that day asked of others, but not of him. He had no idea.
"I don't know, who then?" Tajen asked.
Kajeenith stood, and pulled out an hourglass.
"I asked you a question, I expect an answer. You have until this hourglass runs out, and if you cannot come up with a satisfactory answer by then, I will hurt you dearly." Kajeenith said, turning the hourglass over and setting it on the table nearby.

Tajen looked on in fear as the first grain of sand fell to the bottom. What had he gotten himself into? He blinked, suddenly the hourglass was empty. Great currents of electricty ran though his body, killing him instantly, yet still he could move, he blinked in shock, and suddenly he was looking at the second grain of sand fall through. He was whole, and uninjured, but the pain, the shocking, it felt so real.
He sat up.

"I don't understand, I blinked, the hourglass was empty, I, I, how is it full again?" Tajen asked.
"Time does not exist here, in a straight forward contiguous manner, like it does everwhere else. Infact, it barely even exists at all. I can make it any time I want. Better hurry, this hourglass only lasts for the rest of eternity. Ha, I used it on someone once who thought they were better than me, drove them insane, I wonder how far I can drive you." Kajeenith said.
The hourglass emptied,

Tajen found himself staring at Glenox. Tajen was trapped inside a punching bag, and Glenox was punching it with all his might.
"What gives you the right to Rule?" Glenox asked as he punched the Tajen Punching bag with all his might.

Tajen felt every bone in his body break. A flash, he was back on the couch again, and once again, whole in body.

"This doesn't need to be difficult, just answer my question. I only want the best for my people, I only want the best for you. Come on, just answer me, what give you the right to rule?" Kajeenith asked.
Time kept slipping away.

A grain of sand fell, Tajen found himself strapped to a board, that was standing upright.

Kajeenith produced a long dagger and stabbed him in the side, Tajen screamed in pain. He thought back to his younger days.

"Mommy, where's my daddy? All the other kids get one, why don't I?" young Tajen asked.

"Because your daddy doesn't have time for you." his mother said absentmindedly.

Back in the void, a tear trickled down Tajen's cheek, much as it had then.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I thought if I became a leader My Father would find the time to come see me finally." Tajen said.

Kajeenith laughed.
"You? Your a horrible litle monster, why in the hell would any man much less your father want to come see you? Your father's probably glad he doesn't know he has a quitter son like you. You came wanting to rule, you face a little adversity, then you quit? you think international leaders are going to find THAT impressive? a leader who runs at the first sign of adversity? COWARD!" Kajeenith yelled at Tajen. He stabbed him again.
Tajen was back at the couch, laying on it, his body was whole, but his mind was injured. He understood now why so many Void Mages seemed slightly crazy after experiencing The Void. He was probably going to seem that way himself.

"This doesn't need to be difficult, just answer my question. I only want the best for my people, I only want the best for you. Come on, just answer me, what give you the right to rule?" Kajeenith asked.

"Yeah right, if you wanted the best for me, why do you keep harming me?" Tajen asked defiantly. a grain of sand fell, he found himself trapped inside a sphere Kajeenith was holding. Kajeenith threw the spere down a wooden lane, towards ten white pillars. Tajen fractured his ribs as he crashed into the pillars.
"STRIKE!" Kajeenith yelled triumphantly. a flash, tajen was on the couch, once again, whole.
"There is no proof I have harmed you, known whatsoever, any docter will tell you that your memories of such events are clearly ones created by your own imagination, though why you would want to imagine harm coming to yoiu, I do not know." Kajeenith said.
Tajen smiled, Kajeenith was good, but not that good. a grain of sand fell, Tajen imagined the city square, and he was the city square of Le'lanshire People were walking over him, and he felt every step, and once again he was back on the couch.

The first grain of sand fell through to the bottom, he blinked, the sand was already 3/4ths of the way gone.

"Better hurry." Kajeenith said. He was reading a newspaper, The New York Times.

Tajen thought back to his childhood, a memory was becoming clearer, they were in Le'lanshire square, there were people everywhere. His mother was talking to someone, but who? He struggled to remember, it was, a man, his Father!

He smiled with triumph as he was strapped to a chair in a giant room. All the walls were speakers turned up to their very loudest volume, and most of the speakers were as tall as the skyscrapers of a place called New york City, he had remembered reading about it. Kajeenith stood next to a CD Player, it was plugged into a system which had its sound output wired through all the speakers around him. They flipped on, just a small buzz from the speakers caused his flesh to ripple. He put in a CD, and the sounds of Hard rock blasted through the speakers, the sound output was so great, it blasted his body to fragments. A flash, he was on the couch again.

"I know who my Father is." Tajen said.
"And who would that be?" Kajeenith asked as another grain of sand fell through the hourglass.

A flash of light, much time had passed, and Tajen could barely remember any of it. His mind had twisted. Pain had become pleasure, he had somehow mastered his powers, knew what they were, knew manyb things he didn't know how he did. His body had slowly changed, grew more powerful, more muscular, and he desired nothing but bloodshed and violence, desired nothing but to inflect pain and suffering upon all others. His hair had gained several locks of white, and had grown long. He wore leather of bloodiest red, and in his eyes, twisted with rage, glowed insanity, brought on by the void.

"So, why do you deserve to rule my people?" Kajeenith asked. The last grain of sand had fallen, no more time passed, the end of eternity had been reached, Tajen knew this was true, for as he looked out of the void, and into Reality, he saw that so much time had passed, that every star had at last burnt out, and all life extinquished. The universe was slowly fading away, and because it was the end of time, there was naught anyone could do to stop it. Tajen laughed wickedly. The universe had not ended with a bang, or an implosion, had not ended with a mighty battle, it ended with a whimper, and a sigh.

"Coward." Tajen said, mocking the universe that once thought itself brave.
He turned to Kajeenith.
"I deserve to rule, because out of all your children, I am the only one that survived to the end of time. I deserve to rule because I am your son, and under me alone shall the people of Warhaven and Entropia unite. Under me alone shall the scales be balanced. I am your son, I have your powers, I have the will power, and if you will not let me old man, I shall set you aside like old trash and take my rightful rule.

Kajeenith laughed, a smile curling his lips.

"Anyone can make such a claim, can alter their blood to match mine, but how do you intend to prove to the world your claim is true?" Kajeenith asked.
"Dissolution. Only one who is truely of your line can weild it." Tajen said.
"Fine, but remember this," Kajeenith said as he put his hand on Tajen's heart.
"once drawn, you cannot resheath it, for in so trying, you will only kill yourself. You are my son, but you are only mortal, having my powers, but only in a limited mortal scale. If you die, I will not bring you back, I will not intercede on your behalf, will do nothing further to help you. I expect you to be strong enough to not need me. You will not get a chance to fail me twice.
Make me proud." Kajeenith said.

Tajen found himself sitting next to Xrus, who looked astonished to see Tajen.
"What did you do? one second your a thin wimpy young scalawag, now you wear blood leather, are taller, and much more muscular? What are you?" Xrus exclaimed. The other leaders came out at hearing Xrus's exclaimation.

"Tajen, what did you do?" his mother asked.
"I met my Father." Tajen said.
"Fine, tomorrow you can tell us all about it after we try again to find a universal leader." Glenox said.

"Problem solved, I will be Emporer of Warhaven." Tajen said with such determination Xrus quickly stood behind Glenox.
"And what gives you the right to rule us all, you are no leader." Destrudo said.
"I am Tajen, Son of Kajeenith, known to all the outside worlds as Tajen Darkson, by that fact alone, I have right to rule." Tajen said.
"Prove it." King howard said.
Tajen touched his heart, reached into his chest, and began to pull, and as he withdrew his hand, the void manifested in his hand, intensified, and became The Sword of Dissolution, his Father's sword.
"I have this." he said.

His mother was the first to kneel.
"My son, My Emporer, I pledge my life and allegience to you." she said.
"As do I." King howard said, kneeling as best as he could.
"We all do." Xrus said, as Destrudo, Glenox, and he all knelt.

"Then let the word spread forth, from Ri-an to Earth, and all worlds inbetween and beyond, to all nations, the Eternal Dominion has returned, and shall henceforth be known as The Dark Empire of Warhaven." Tajen said, causing an Emporers crown to be placed on his head. a grand celebration ensued in the days that followed, as a Grand Imperial Palace was built for Tajen, son of The Darkness, but what occured after that, must be found in the books of history, not here, for this, The book of Darkness, the tale of the refounding of Warhaven, has finished.
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Kajeenith looked up, as he finished writing The Book of Darkness. He had decided after all to include the lost chapter. He took the book, and hurled it with all his might out of the void, and when it hit reality, it shreaded itself to billions of pieces, each piece of which, reconstituted itself into its own complete copy of its fellows, and placed itself in each library in existence, there was no original copy, each was the original copy.

~Fin