Prologue: Novissima

To the Promised Children, the last hope of the future,

I lived in times where all lands of the world were in war with each other, where there is no known peace for centuries, and will never be forever. Kingdom destroys kingdom. Traitors beget traitors. It all started when Aeneas Drakenburg, the King Dracan, woke from its slumber, as the Prophecy of Aliya said "Tis when traitorous lords engender its own kind, Aeneas Drakenburg, the Dragon enormous as the mountains, shall echo trembles the whole lands, heralding its rise from its deep rest and the coming of end. Thus, will come the adversary of all things".

At first, nobody seems to believe these words but fanatics and alike, as a Dragon as big as a mountain sounds ridiculous for no one saw it. Yet, when one king whose grounds biggest among other kings dreamt to conquer all lands, He spun the gears of the words of Aliya. He declared assassination to all kings. Albeit unsuccessful, Perpetual War emerged to all kingdoms.

Doubt, unrest, and suspicion threatened everything. Smaller kingdoms regrettably began dreaming power and assassinated its own kingly allies. Everything and everywhere went into chaos. Alas, the earth quake. The biggest known mountain moved and flew; it is a shape of a dragon. For the first time in many eons forgotten, spew its flames; a giant hellfire from up above the skies. People dubbed it as the King Dracan. However, kings ignored its threat and still went by their petty wars. Their soldiers, in turn, thirst for blood and wanted to die in honour in the battlefield. The minority who wanted to flee from these petty wars were slaughtered by steel of the enemy soldier or by fire of the King Dracan. And the fate of every woman and children is to become the object of debauchery. Thus, at that time, a question arose within me: To die in disgrace or to die in honour? I chose the latter.

In the span of five years, Humanity and its companion creatures were close to extinction. Most trivial kings died, still people are mad. They still chose to war, all for honour, and for fun. They consumed their kin to live. They drank water, stagnated by blood, to quench their thirst. They fuck women and children they came across profusely, to ease their unending libido. Truly, no words can perfectly describe that this is hell in the living land. I was with them, doing these terrible things because if I don't, I will die either by their hands or by my thirst and hunger.

Alas, day of the end came, unknown to everyone. I remember when the King Dracan, who terrorizes our world in its fifth year, had its final wail; I saw and heard it for I was there, a simple knight, soldier of some petty king, when the day when the Age of Dracan ended. While wars raged in these barren wastelands, when there was blood, blood and blood, wherever I go, and when bodies squirming with worms and flies are my only companions, I saw a woman with a long golden crimson hair wearing outlandish garments, floating above the skies with the King Dracan. Numerous impossible black holes in myriad sizes that was akin to a shattered glasses surround her and the King Dracan, whom she's facing against, alone. She did not fear the silver creature as massive as the mountains, and with its enormous white feathers and wings!

At that moment, I saw her lifting her left arm, hand wide open, as if reaching towards the King Dracan, then as soon as she clenched it hard. Tremendous ornamented golden spears appeared from the black holes, piercing its adamantine body like a simple piece of meat. I felt goose bumps all over my body, for at that moment, it signifies the end of the nemesis of the whole humanity for five years. At the same time, I felt terror to that single woman. I felt her existence slowly ate my sanity as I saw her turning the King Dracan into mincemeat. It was raining meat for Praddis' sake! I once thought that time she is our goddess, the coming of our saviour, the one who will revive this cursed world!

But I was no less than a fool, for in truth, she is the devil incarnate. After the death of the King Dracan, the skies began to shatter like glass! And through its cracks, more black holes began to emerge and suck everything inside! And then I saw her moving through one of the holes, leaving us quickly and without any sympathy. She left us into our own machinations while her sorcery perpetually ending our lands. I daresay, her witchcraft brought us inconceivable black monsters which did not ease the plague, drought, and famine we are experiencing. Those unknown black things, consumed anything alive. It cannot be killed. I knew when I saw it that we are doomed to extinction. We thought of the King Dracan as the Adversary, in truth, that woman, she is the true Adversary. She consorts with demons to bring everything to destruction, and it was god's grace that I still live! But I know it is not for long. I know that I will also succumb to be consumed by those unconceivable things coming from black holes. That time is near. Everything and everywhere I see only consist of liquid blackness. Please, if there's any hope for this world, someone find and Kill he-

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It was fire and blood. Everything, and everywhere, there's Fire and blood. It consumes everything… Everywhere… Even in this holy place, the land of the gods; desecrated, devastated, it was turned into place where a devil could pleasure itself in a senseless debauchery.

However... there are no demons or devils present in this place. They did not turn this place into what it is.

The Heavenly beings did this, fighting against their own kin.

Emotions of variety fills the air as they wage war against each other. Corpses pile after pile. Their tender image stained and stained and stained, becoming like a pile of dung.

And atop of the mountain of angelic corpses, there stood-

-a young woman with a long golden crimson hair, all naked.

Her arms open wide, her eyes closed, reveling in the desecration in tranquility. Her presence, exuding serenity, in contrast to the war-torn heavens. She breathes calmly, feeling the sensation of her surroundings. Listening…Listening to the cries of-

anger…

"You Traitor!"

sorrow…

"Noooo!"

life…

"For Praddis!"

death…

"Guaaah-!"

and every emotion presented within in stillness...

"..."

Then, a humanoid being with wings so pure of white came down by her side,

"True Goddess,"

And declared,

"It is time."

The woman then opened her eyes, in its purplish light, she saw the flames eat her abode as Dragons fell from the sky. The sight of devastation gave her ecstasy, as her hair flows with the wind. She brought her right hand up and glared at it, and alas, she muttered,

"Ahhhhh… Akasha… By my hand, I offer you-"

Then she quickly turned her eyes and body to that person with pure white wings, and with one single quick strike of her right arm, she pierced through the chest of this angelic person, towards the heart, till it passes through its back. Its blood sprayed and painted its pure white wings with crimson. The light from that angelic eyes quickly faded, and thus, this woman with the purplish eyes muttered, offered,

"-these false gods..."