CHAPTER 1

Long ago the realm of Denga was constantly at war with the realm of Ge'ena , sacreds and oblivions littered the battlefield , smaller realms met their end and some creation.

We do know they were at war..but for what purpose?

by Unknown

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The sky was cracked , openings to the void littering its vast expanse.The earth littered with corpses swimming in floods of blood , waves were created every now and then .This was a battlefield upon which fought Denga's army against one beast one might call it a monster even.

In the middle of this dam of blood and corpses stood two individuals, one a man in transparent milky white armour golden hair cascading down his back and piercing silver eyes .

Across him stood a creature nothing short of an abomination , with three heads upon its shoulders , six arms carrying different kinds of spears dripping blood and bits of flesh stuck on the blades , blood red scales covered it's whole body and with a height of ten meters it was to say the least a monster.

This monster killed his way to the realm of Denga and slew it's army resulting in the present battlefield. The silver haired man or as he was known by , the High Sacred of Light , looked upon the monster and said in a calm unfeeling voice.

"Asura my child , is it worth all the trouble? Killing your own brethren , laying waste to your motherland all for what , a woman?"

The man paused and shook his head before releasing a sight and continuing.

"That woman was a dreg you could find anywhere in the mortal realm she was not worthy of you my child , did you forget? , she was a slave before you came along. What was her name again....mhhh ah Ash.."

The man was cut off by an overwhelmingly deep roar from Asura.

"DON'T SAY HER NAME!!"

The man frowned but that was quickly replaced by an expression of pity and sadness as he gazed at Asura.

"It hurts my heart my son to know you have turned your back on me like this."

His expression changed , anger deep seething hatred erupted from the man as he began to shout in a booming voice that cracked more of the sky.

"YOU CAME ALL THE WAY HERE , TO KILL YOUR OWN FATHER FOR A WOMAN!? YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD , THE ONE WHO GAVE YOU LIFE!? FOR A WOMAN!? , ALRIGHT THEN IT IS TIME YOU DIE ASURA YOU WERE A MISTAKE I ALWAYS KNEW IT , NOW I CAN LEARN FROM IT AND

CORRECT IT DIE YOU VILE THING!"

Large veins streaked across his temples , as he took in deep breaths and lifted his hand to the sky .

"Come my companions let us destroy this evil and let this be an example for all evil put there , KILL!!"

Many sacred began to appear and surround Asura , these were the sacred under the High Sacred of Light and would heed his command.

Asura did not seem fazed by this though his three heads scanning the whole battlefield now littered with sacreds , he simply shook his head , took a fighting stance , raised his spears and muttered under his breath.

"You....are the evil one"

And....they fought for ten days and ten nights they fought against one. The sacreds continued to fall until there were non left , Asura stood on the battlefield his scales destroyed , two of his heads cleanly chopped off and two of his arms pulled out of their sockets yet he still stood with dead bodies encompassing him.

He looked up at the sky and there stood the High Sacred of Light looking down at him with a disgusted expression and he broke out into laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA , Father that look upon your face is priceless. Your little band of merry men was not enough to kill me although I must say they did do a number on me but THAT IS STILL ENOUGH TO KILL YOU!!"

And with that he charged into the sky to do battle with his father , it was on this battlefield that Asura the High Sacred of Chaos and Massacre fell and the High Sacred of Light disappeared never to be seen again .

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"That is the end of the take kids , time to go to bed"

A large woman over three meters tall said to the teenage boys and girls sitting around the campfire , they had a sparkle in their eyes that was quickly dimmed by the woman's words.

"Awwww but sister Keer can't we have just one more story?"

one of them whined , which was gave voice to many more but the woman sternly said.

"Tomorrow all those your age will awaken their mark , and I'm pretty sure you don't wanna miss that."

She said with a chuckle then continued

"And for those of you who successfully awaken we'll go hunt the goblin tribe not too far off from here"

The children were quickly pacified and began to discuss excitedly amongst themselves about the follow day's activities as they headed back to their respective hut's to rejoin their families.

Keer looked at them with a smile on her face which then vanished as she looked into the pitch black forest and spoke aloud.

"Is everything ready?"

"Indeed lady Keer"

A male voice replied as a man walked out from the shadows and stood behind Keer and bowed.

"Good , make sure nothing goes wrong none of the kids should get hurt , we'll exterminate every last goblin and our barbarian tribe will reign supreme , now off you go to finish of the plans I have to get some rest"

The man bowed his head and blended back into the shadows and Keer was left alone once again.

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Deep into the forest stood a goblin tribe consisting of more than thirty goblins , a quarter of them being children the rest , adults and elderly. In a hut located in the heart of the tribe all the children were gathered there and an old goblin stood at the front speaking to them in his horse voice.

"Listen up you little shits , tomorrow is the day of awakening where you will all be bestowed a mark which will determine your future , marks can grant you many things be it wealth , power or fame. You may not know this but there are many successful goblins living in the big kingdoms and cities so this should motivate you..cough cough"

The old goblin broke out into a fit of coughs , but the children seemed to be used to it , in fact their faces shone with excitement at their chiefs words.

One goblin in particular seemed more zealous than the rest , he even fidgeted in his seat. This goblin was smaller than the others and instead of being bald he had little strands of black hair growing out of his head.

This little goblin was the scourge of the tribe Kazamir , he was not only bullied by his fellow peers but it was said that on the day of his birth the tribe was attacked by a clan of barbarians which they in the end did manage to fend off but many lost their lives and the tribe gradually began to decline.

Thus their small number , the chief allowed the to return to their homes after a few more words of encouragement. Kazamir entered his hut and dashed to his room and went straight to bed.

He was too excited , he simple couldn't wait . Tomorrow he would awaken his mark and it'd be a good one , this way the tribe would acknowledge and praise him . Determination shone on his face as he closed his eyes and drifter off to sleep

Little did our goblin friend know , tomorrow would be the worst day of his life to date.