Prologue
Screaming as she was ripped back from her vision, tears filled the wretched looking woman’s eyes. Torture for over three hours had given way to information which held the attention of all in the room.
"You will fail demon. You who claim to be all powerful will find your demise by the hand which is closest to you. So much death, so much death, all because of power and greed and in the end it will be for naught. You who walk this earth when it is not right to do so. You don’t belong here. Darkness fills the land as it fills my dreams, but the darkness has an end. You will die demon, maybe not in the true sense of the word, but you will leave this world and be banished back into your own. You will rot there as it should be and the world will rebuild itself, it will see the light again,” the old woman moaned as she spoke through her pain. “But just as you will meet your death in this world, you will have an opportunity to come back; a small window of time in which you will meet the biggest threat you will ever face. Three thousand years this world will have to build itself up again, three thousand years you will have to wait in your hellish confines before you are able to attempt to be born again. When the moon shines blue, you will be able to cross over, if you have the power to do so. Three sacrifices will be required for your journey, but beware demon; the powers that kill you in this world are not dead in the new world. Now kill me, for I will tell you no more.” She screeched as she spat bloody spit at his feet.
The man whom the demon embodied reached over and snapped the old woman’s neck knowing she had told him all she would. She fell to the ground dead.
The demon turned to the two men in the room, two of his most trusted confidants. “I have no reason to believe this oracle is not telling the truth, so listen to me as if your life depended on it. If and when I meet my death here in this world, you will prepare for me a way back. You will keep this from the world, from prying eyes who would deny me what is mine. You will silently build an army, an army to infiltrate every aspect of this life, to know everything which might work against me. You will be brave, you will be strong, you will be deadly and you will be called Balashon.”
"You will fail demon. You who claim to be all powerful will find your demise by the hand which is closest to you. So much death, so much death, all because of power and greed and in the end it will be for naught. You who walk this earth when it is not right to do so. You don’t belong here. Darkness fills the land as it fills my dreams, but the darkness has an end. You will die demon, maybe not in the true sense of the word, but you will leave this world and be banished back into your own. You will rot there as it should be and the world will rebuild itself, it will see the light again,” the old woman moaned as she spoke through her pain. “But just as you will meet your death in this world, you will have an opportunity to come back; a small window of time in which you will meet the biggest threat you will ever face. Three thousand years this world will have to build itself up again, three thousand years you will have to wait in your hellish confines before you are able to attempt to be born again. When the moon shines blue, you will be able to cross over, if you have the power to do so. Three sacrifices will be required for your journey, but beware demon; the powers that kill you in this world are not dead in the new world. Now kill me, for I will tell you no more.” She screeched as she spat bloody spit at his feet.
The man whom the demon embodied reached over and snapped the old woman’s neck knowing she had told him all she would. She fell to the ground dead.
The demon turned to the two men in the room, two of his most trusted confidants. “I have no reason to believe this oracle is not telling the truth, so listen to me as if your life depended on it. If and when I meet my death here in this world, you will prepare for me a way back. You will keep this from the world, from prying eyes who would deny me what is mine. You will silently build an army, an army to infiltrate every aspect of this life, to know everything which might work against me. You will be brave, you will be strong, you will be deadly and you will be called Balashon.”
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