Darklord's Story
Chapter 7
Days had passed. The volcano had stopped and was now calmed. The lava was crusted over and stopped flowing. With Zoreal gone, the demons started to die off. News of his death quickly traveled the lands. The remaining demons were killed and the rest of Zoreal's armies killed themselves.
Left behind was a dying world. It would take years for the inhabitants to rebuild all they had lost. Many of them were destroyed from the inside, not physically, but emotionally and mentally. But in the end, they would succeed.
As he gained consciousness, he was confused. He had no idea where he was, what he was or how he got here. He stood, and looked at his body. He had realized he had wings coming from his back, his skin was pure black and his fingers extended into claws. As he started to probe his own memories, he started to remember his life before. Until he remembered how he became and where he was. The 2 beings, one pure evil, the other of good, melded into one forming him. He was an equal of good and bad. But he had died, he was dead but he was also alive. He realized he was between worlds, the living and the dead. His place was in neither, but over time he found out how to travel between both. As time passed, he explored himself and he realized he was not evil, nor was he good. But he learned of what he did in the living world and so he decided to help them rebuild.
When he first appeared in the living world, he wrapped himself in a black cloak, covering his body so not to scare anyone. Using his powers, he helped the living rebuild. He helped the forests and vegetation to grow. With no one around, he would help living creatures come alive. As a final helping, he cleared the sky of all the black and ash, and allowed the sun to come into this world. Over the years stories and rumours of who he was went around, and eventually they started to refer to him as the Darklord. The one who traveled by night, helping all he could.
As he heard these stories, he decided he liked the name Darklord and from this day, he was now known as the Darklord. After the living was built up again, he traveled to the world of the dead. There he met his friends from the living world who had died for him. Ms Violet, Sir Dracius, and Solana. As they did not recognize him, he did not tell them who he was. But he was glad they were now happy. They were in a place of such beauty and wonder, they would be happy forever.
He wandered this world, trying to find a home, but he realized that was not his place either, and so he decided to build his home, his palace between worlds. As time didn't mean anything in this world, he was able to build his palace. The Darklord's palace was a place between worlds, a place where man has no future or no past. Here is where time stands still, where lost souls wonder and the undead dwell. This was Darklord's home and from here he watched over Tantina, not letting pure evil or pure goodness into the world. As the inhabitants needed an equal balance of both in order to evolve.
As centuries passed, Darklord learned more of himself. He eventually married someone and had a son. But that, is another story.
To be continued....
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