1 Prologue

Matthew woke up to a sudden rush of heat when the silence was broken by screams that went louder and louder. Up to the point where it got so much that he jumped out of his bed,he rushed to the window to see what was going on, as he opened the blinds his eyes were met with a green glow and lots of red. Slowly he began to realize he wasn't sleeping anymore. As the magic flames danced in his eyes as all the gore started pouring in his brain. The smell of iron even reached his room, blood went through his head like a shock, Grotesque beings that all looked differently, like a human with any animal chopped up and sewn back together. The stuff you'd only see in your nightmares. He slowly backed up from the window from all the horror going on in the streets.

With everything that was going on around him it finally came to him. The sounds he heard were coming from the next room. Matthew slowly backed up from the door as he dreadfully listened how his sister was being mauled to death. The sounds suddenly stopped ending with the sound of bones and flesh ripping followed by a faint thump. Footsteps..

Footsteps getting closer to his room, loud thumps followed by a dragging sound. It stopped, Maybe it doesn't know I'm here thought Matthew, A loud scratching sound could be heard like a nail on a school board. Did Matthew really hear what he just heard, a twisted deformed laughter sound coming from the other side of the door. Matthew's eyes started twitching violently as he was having a seizure. He blacks out.

A Sudden bold electricity wakes him up violently, still dazed Matthew looks at his surroundings. He's still in his room, he notices he's holding something heavy, it's the ceremonial sword passed down to him from generations that he had hanging behind his door as a decorative ornament. The runes on the blade were glowing bright blue and so were the eyes of the skull on the hilt. Dumbfounded he snapped out of his daze and remembered what happened before he passed out.

Slowly he starts moving towards the door that was now opened, as he took a peek around the other side he was horrified at what he saw, a large heap of flesh riddled with teeth and claws, the being was covered with burn-marks and blood and it had the foulest smell.

Matthew slowly starts walking to the next room across from his, as he approaches the door the smell of iron starts to get worse and worse. The door is loose, slowly he pushes the door open revealing his sister limbs scattered across the entire room. Tears start falling on Matthews cheeks as he takes in all the gore, the loss, the carnage, the horror.

Snapping out of his near comatose sobbing state he rushes down the stairs and kicks in the door of his parent's bedroom. Mathew's eyes are filled with a mountain of flesh and guts soaked in blood. In the midst of all the carnage Matthew spotted the Talisman his father always used to wear, as he grabs the talisman and pulls it the mountain of flesh shifts revealing the severed head of his mother locked on a face of pure agony.

He grips the talisman and runs to the front door that's still opened on a small crack tears streaming down his face.

When he reaches the cold air of the outside he lets out a bone-chilling scream that trembles the earth. Continuing his scream his ears feel like they stopped working hearing his own voice and everything less and less, the tears still streaming. A voice creeps inside his head "do you seek revenge? Do you seek power? Surrender your soul to me and we will rule the world". As he screams on and on suddenly a wall of blue flames starts growing larger and larger. His emotions reach a peak and the blue flames blast away from him in every direction, a twenty feet high wall of sapphire flames burst through everything leaving a sea of fire in its wake. Matthew drops to his knees sobbing, as the blast disappears in to the distance everything becomes quiet. On his knees Mathew finally reached enough strength to utter a single word, "Yes".

The wind lets out a small breeze giving an empty howl with its wake. Small blue flames still covering the ground around him an unexpected feeling on his cheek it feels warm to the touch. Snowflakes start to slowly fall down on the scorched earth. Matthew takes in a large breath and looks up to the sky, is it already daytime? What shall I do now, he wonders. It feels as if he could hear faint whispers but brushes it of as being the wind's howl. He gets up and starts wobbling through the snow lost in thoughts.