AUTHOR'S NOTE - I cannot return to this story until particulars are resolved. I politely ask everyone not to create any reviews, critiques or comments until further notice.
UPDATE - Thank you, file corruption :\
I can't fix it, unfortunately. My entire computer shuts down the second this particular file attempts to open. [BSoD (x4)] afterwards, I gave up. I had a good segment of outline written, too. I will have to return to this story after I try to retrieve any relevant information via memorywhich is pretty well useless, because this is how I remember things in the first place
INDEX
WARNING:
Contains...
This is a story idea that began its origins in my teenage years, lazily intertwining its plot in my easily distracted brain. I had incorporated the majority of these characters in online role-play and other projects, though sadly they never received much public attention due to withdrawn activity.
I took the liberty of re-sketching the World Map to help envision the multitude of foreign territories.
I only have one character drawn thus far: Dradigar. I may or may not draw the others. It depends on how it goes.
Enjoy!
A ghostly howl sang a wintry hymn throughout the beautiful inlay of Angthaviel, its haunting sound splicing the eventide with a devilish timbre. The strident aria was accompanied by a resplendent cyan insignia of a macabre divinity, the enchanted emblem chiseled underneath the clouds. The intricate design slowly encircled the obsidian sky, its undecipherable characters the exemplary effigy of debauchery and sin. The myriad of symbols sharply pulsated, an azure glow shrouding its calligraphy. Its infinitely black centre pried apart like a leviathan's jaw, veins of lightning embroidered in every glowing character. Two magnolia eyes vehemently glowed against the raging maelstrom, glaring beyond the stormy catacomb to witness moonlight showering the peaceful vale. The malevolent creature relinquished a thunderous roar, its disgust with this pacifistic city intensifying into fury. It descended beyond the luminescent scriptures it had written against the sky, its clawed hand striving to touch the earth. The celestial nightmare arrived upon the pinnacle of a cliff, his grandeur radiating a strength only gods possessed.
He proudly ascended upon his hindquarters, lurking in the stygian shadow of the cadaverous realm as a slouching demonic dog. His obscenely black fur blended seamlessly against the midnight sky, ridged tufts illuminated by the dissipating emblazonry. Ivory moonlight glistened along the sleek curvature of his six horns, the sienna colour blending with the mountain rock. His fangs vividly reflected the scintillating starlight, his slick tongue slithering along their sickled points. A frigid wind caressed the angular hips of his statuesque physique, his abdomen a mountainous canyon of muscle and sinew. A glinting gold roman numeral ten was impressed upon his skull, indicating his insane strength and magical prowess. The creature laughed, inclining his magnificently maned crown and lengthening his lofty height to an astounding eleven feet. His infamous moniker struck terror in every living creature, its essence the equivalent of death.
Dradigar.
This sanctity was not of seraphic heralds nor as enticing as the blessed sigh of an angelic prince. Dradigar was absolute evil, and he had summoned his glorified existence to the Elven nation of Elendil Aldaríon for his own mercenary purpose. Dradigar desired nothing less than unbridled chaos and yet intriguingly, this purport required years of manipulative destiny to reach fruition. He was convinced that he would obtain his twisted appetite for world domination quickly and without the luxury of mercy. He had obtained something of incredible power; an immaculate creation by his own hand. It was not a physical fragment of his identity, as predicted by the scholarly mind. It was a common creature associated with the exact sinful greed he harboured in his own blackened heart. Dradigar had created a human, the perfect archetype that reminded everyone why sins were revoltingly verboten.
Dradigar glanced beyond the snowy glade of the wilderness, his acrid breath slithering out like a cobweb of ghostly tendrils. His mangy tail lazily swished upon the snow, ignorantly brushing the crystals into disarray. Dradigar trudged straight through the snow, disrupting the tranquil abyss of the forest. A bristling energy intertwined with the wilderness, mimicking a thousand electric wires sprinting throughout every hedgerow and thorn. Dradigar gingerly swiped at nothing, his claws scratching an invisible barrier with a piercing screech. Veins of electric energy vehemently spat out, striking the malicious creature with stinging liquid nettles. Dradigar viciously hissed, his hollowed white eyes pulsating in ire. He had to admit, the Thalíon were impressively ingenious with the art of protection. They were Light Elves – pure as the winter itself. Ergo, their white magic was insurmountable. Dradigar forcibly snorted, clenching his claws into a quivering fist.
「I am tempted to inflict unfathomable pain upon your blinded souls. Luckily, I am not interested in conquering a meagre city. I am here to bequeath a gift to Elendil Aldaríon and be entertained by its consequential chaos.」 Dradigar unfurled his claws, a tiny embodiment of black smoke swirling in the base of his massive paw.「Elves are exceedingly arrogant, claiming to harbour superiority over the lowly races of the world. I believe it is time for a reminder of who the true omniscient being is...」
Dradigar crushed the ethereal sphere with a biting clench, heartlessly extinguishing the smoke. Dradigar violently pierced the snow with his claws, every talon embedding the frozen tundra with unyielding strength. A demonic dialect slipped off his tongue like velvet, the creature reciting a foreign incantation with a profoundly thundering voice. The arctic wasteland queasily shuddered, trembling beneath the devilish command and subserviently obeying its law. Dradigar conjured his summoning strength, heavily leaning upon the frost. The snow shattered beneath his cumbersome weight, submissively crunched flat. Dradigar growled, his muscles shivering as he pressed upon the earth with greater intensity. The newly concaved basin was bathed in a scarlet glow, pooling with molten magic which mimicked lava. Dradigar dauntlessly leaned inward, the crimson lagoon greedily swallowing his wrist. He meticulously envisioned his creation, beckoning the lifeless creature to resurface. Dradigar sensed a buoyant weight nudging his claws, slowly fishing out his human beyond the bloodied loch. Dradigar ascended proudly, standing upright as he grasped his creation by the throat. The human was completely naked and unblemished, fashioned in the thirteenth year of his youth. Dradigar squeezed his claws, loving how soft and vulnerable the neck felt.
「He's perfect!」Dradigar wolfishly exclaimed, cackling maliciously. He pretentiously glanced to his creation, envisioning the slumbering red eyes he had crafted in the likeness of two fresh blood droplets.「You are the embodiment of chaos, and you will never achieve balance nor happiness. You will subconsciously conjure wrath in the benevolent, and induce their seething hatred for your existence. Malevolent hearts will be attracted to you, and they will undoubtedly yearn for your sinful strength. How I envy you, Azriel Dragoş!」Dradigar exclaimed, tainting the twilight hour with his heinous laughter. Dradigar lifted his newly created pawn, lightly touching the boy's handsome façade with the soft pad of his hand. Powerful claws smothered a bright crimson glow which emanated beneath his palm, the vivid blaze imprinting foreign characters upon the juvenile skin. Dradigar lightly bit his own muscular wrist, allowing a drop of demonic blood to splash upon the tattooed insignias. The characters pulsated softly, dying to an onyx black ink. In time, this boy would discover the truth behind the insignias and venture the ordained path of anarchy and bedlam.
Dradigar nudged the curved tip of his claw betwixt human teeth, prying the slack jaw apart slightly. The malevolent beast gently murmured a dialect unfamiliar to the living, breathing straight down Azriel's throat. The human coughed violently, his fragile ribs heaving new breaths of precious oxygen. Azriel lifelessly collapsed upon the snow, gently breathing in northern arctic crystals. Dradigar was satisfied in his handiwork, his devilish fangs reflecting the halcyon light of the moonlight corona. Dradigar glared into the abysmal cavern of the wilderness, voicelessly summoning a companion for his vulnerable magnum opus.
A charcoal silhouette was painted against the desolate thicket, two solemn auburn orbs glimpsing to the helpless boy. A wolf stealthily emerged from the veil of obscurity, protectively curling around the delicate human. Dradigar advanced towards the newly arrived creature, delivering a taciturn glance as his gargantuan body hunched over the wolf.
「I expect you to protect Azriel in your entirety. You are to guard my creation until a suitable guardian discovers him. If you must sacrifice your life, so be it. Do you understand?」
The wolf growled softly in understanding, resting its maw upon the tussled raven mane of his ward. Dradigar vanished into oblivion, an obscure veil of black mist congregating where his physical presence had been. The nefarious demon had returned to the Netherworld, haughtily perching in his skeletal throne to contemplate his wicked deeds until the time was right to procure war. Dradigar vigilantly observed his slumbering creation in a hexed mirror, its edges adorned by smooth ivory skulls and broken bones. Dradigar wolfishly smirked, envisioning the derelict destiny he had fabricated for the human. Azriel Dragoş would ultimately be a heartless war mongrel, the prince of decimation. Regardless of whether or not he displayed benevolence to the public, it would never be reciprocated. Azriel would be an unwelcome presence in this world, hated forever – by everyone. Dradigar relinquished diabolical laughter, incapable of restraining his morbid excitement.
「And so it begins.」
Chapter 2 - TBA
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UPDATE - Thank you, file corruption :\
I can't fix it, unfortunately. My entire computer shuts down the second this particular file attempts to open. [BSoD (x4)] afterwards, I gave up. I had a good segment of outline written, too. I will have to return to this story after I try to retrieve any relevant information via memory
INDEX
WARNING:
Contains...
- Violence;
- Disturbing imagery;
- Death.
This is a story idea that began its origins in my teenage years, lazily intertwining its plot in my easily distracted brain. I had incorporated the majority of these characters in online role-play and other projects, though sadly they never received much public attention due to withdrawn activity.
I took the liberty of re-sketching the World Map to help envision the multitude of foreign territories.
I only have one character drawn thus far: Dradigar. I may or may not draw the others. It depends on how it goes.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 1 – The Foreigner
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A ghostly howl sang a wintry hymn throughout the beautiful inlay of Angthaviel, its haunting sound splicing the eventide with a devilish timbre. The strident aria was accompanied by a resplendent cyan insignia of a macabre divinity, the enchanted emblem chiseled underneath the clouds. The intricate design slowly encircled the obsidian sky, its undecipherable characters the exemplary effigy of debauchery and sin. The myriad of symbols sharply pulsated, an azure glow shrouding its calligraphy. Its infinitely black centre pried apart like a leviathan's jaw, veins of lightning embroidered in every glowing character. Two magnolia eyes vehemently glowed against the raging maelstrom, glaring beyond the stormy catacomb to witness moonlight showering the peaceful vale. The malevolent creature relinquished a thunderous roar, its disgust with this pacifistic city intensifying into fury. It descended beyond the luminescent scriptures it had written against the sky, its clawed hand striving to touch the earth. The celestial nightmare arrived upon the pinnacle of a cliff, his grandeur radiating a strength only gods possessed.
He proudly ascended upon his hindquarters, lurking in the stygian shadow of the cadaverous realm as a slouching demonic dog. His obscenely black fur blended seamlessly against the midnight sky, ridged tufts illuminated by the dissipating emblazonry. Ivory moonlight glistened along the sleek curvature of his six horns, the sienna colour blending with the mountain rock. His fangs vividly reflected the scintillating starlight, his slick tongue slithering along their sickled points. A frigid wind caressed the angular hips of his statuesque physique, his abdomen a mountainous canyon of muscle and sinew. A glinting gold roman numeral ten was impressed upon his skull, indicating his insane strength and magical prowess. The creature laughed, inclining his magnificently maned crown and lengthening his lofty height to an astounding eleven feet. His infamous moniker struck terror in every living creature, its essence the equivalent of death.
Dradigar.
This sanctity was not of seraphic heralds nor as enticing as the blessed sigh of an angelic prince. Dradigar was absolute evil, and he had summoned his glorified existence to the Elven nation of Elendil Aldaríon for his own mercenary purpose. Dradigar desired nothing less than unbridled chaos and yet intriguingly, this purport required years of manipulative destiny to reach fruition. He was convinced that he would obtain his twisted appetite for world domination quickly and without the luxury of mercy. He had obtained something of incredible power; an immaculate creation by his own hand. It was not a physical fragment of his identity, as predicted by the scholarly mind. It was a common creature associated with the exact sinful greed he harboured in his own blackened heart. Dradigar had created a human, the perfect archetype that reminded everyone why sins were revoltingly verboten.
Dradigar glanced beyond the snowy glade of the wilderness, his acrid breath slithering out like a cobweb of ghostly tendrils. His mangy tail lazily swished upon the snow, ignorantly brushing the crystals into disarray. Dradigar trudged straight through the snow, disrupting the tranquil abyss of the forest. A bristling energy intertwined with the wilderness, mimicking a thousand electric wires sprinting throughout every hedgerow and thorn. Dradigar gingerly swiped at nothing, his claws scratching an invisible barrier with a piercing screech. Veins of electric energy vehemently spat out, striking the malicious creature with stinging liquid nettles. Dradigar viciously hissed, his hollowed white eyes pulsating in ire. He had to admit, the Thalíon were impressively ingenious with the art of protection. They were Light Elves – pure as the winter itself. Ergo, their white magic was insurmountable. Dradigar forcibly snorted, clenching his claws into a quivering fist.
「I am tempted to inflict unfathomable pain upon your blinded souls. Luckily, I am not interested in conquering a meagre city. I am here to bequeath a gift to Elendil Aldaríon and be entertained by its consequential chaos.」 Dradigar unfurled his claws, a tiny embodiment of black smoke swirling in the base of his massive paw.「Elves are exceedingly arrogant, claiming to harbour superiority over the lowly races of the world. I believe it is time for a reminder of who the true omniscient being is...」
Dradigar crushed the ethereal sphere with a biting clench, heartlessly extinguishing the smoke. Dradigar violently pierced the snow with his claws, every talon embedding the frozen tundra with unyielding strength. A demonic dialect slipped off his tongue like velvet, the creature reciting a foreign incantation with a profoundly thundering voice. The arctic wasteland queasily shuddered, trembling beneath the devilish command and subserviently obeying its law. Dradigar conjured his summoning strength, heavily leaning upon the frost. The snow shattered beneath his cumbersome weight, submissively crunched flat. Dradigar growled, his muscles shivering as he pressed upon the earth with greater intensity. The newly concaved basin was bathed in a scarlet glow, pooling with molten magic which mimicked lava. Dradigar dauntlessly leaned inward, the crimson lagoon greedily swallowing his wrist. He meticulously envisioned his creation, beckoning the lifeless creature to resurface. Dradigar sensed a buoyant weight nudging his claws, slowly fishing out his human beyond the bloodied loch. Dradigar ascended proudly, standing upright as he grasped his creation by the throat. The human was completely naked and unblemished, fashioned in the thirteenth year of his youth. Dradigar squeezed his claws, loving how soft and vulnerable the neck felt.
「He's perfect!」Dradigar wolfishly exclaimed, cackling maliciously. He pretentiously glanced to his creation, envisioning the slumbering red eyes he had crafted in the likeness of two fresh blood droplets.「You are the embodiment of chaos, and you will never achieve balance nor happiness. You will subconsciously conjure wrath in the benevolent, and induce their seething hatred for your existence. Malevolent hearts will be attracted to you, and they will undoubtedly yearn for your sinful strength. How I envy you, Azriel Dragoş!」Dradigar exclaimed, tainting the twilight hour with his heinous laughter. Dradigar lifted his newly created pawn, lightly touching the boy's handsome façade with the soft pad of his hand. Powerful claws smothered a bright crimson glow which emanated beneath his palm, the vivid blaze imprinting foreign characters upon the juvenile skin. Dradigar lightly bit his own muscular wrist, allowing a drop of demonic blood to splash upon the tattooed insignias. The characters pulsated softly, dying to an onyx black ink. In time, this boy would discover the truth behind the insignias and venture the ordained path of anarchy and bedlam.
Dradigar nudged the curved tip of his claw betwixt human teeth, prying the slack jaw apart slightly. The malevolent beast gently murmured a dialect unfamiliar to the living, breathing straight down Azriel's throat. The human coughed violently, his fragile ribs heaving new breaths of precious oxygen. Azriel lifelessly collapsed upon the snow, gently breathing in northern arctic crystals. Dradigar was satisfied in his handiwork, his devilish fangs reflecting the halcyon light of the moonlight corona. Dradigar glared into the abysmal cavern of the wilderness, voicelessly summoning a companion for his vulnerable magnum opus.
A charcoal silhouette was painted against the desolate thicket, two solemn auburn orbs glimpsing to the helpless boy. A wolf stealthily emerged from the veil of obscurity, protectively curling around the delicate human. Dradigar advanced towards the newly arrived creature, delivering a taciturn glance as his gargantuan body hunched over the wolf.
「I expect you to protect Azriel in your entirety. You are to guard my creation until a suitable guardian discovers him. If you must sacrifice your life, so be it. Do you understand?」
The wolf growled softly in understanding, resting its maw upon the tussled raven mane of his ward. Dradigar vanished into oblivion, an obscure veil of black mist congregating where his physical presence had been. The nefarious demon had returned to the Netherworld, haughtily perching in his skeletal throne to contemplate his wicked deeds until the time was right to procure war. Dradigar vigilantly observed his slumbering creation in a hexed mirror, its edges adorned by smooth ivory skulls and broken bones. Dradigar wolfishly smirked, envisioning the derelict destiny he had fabricated for the human. Azriel Dragoş would ultimately be a heartless war mongrel, the prince of decimation. Regardless of whether or not he displayed benevolence to the public, it would never be reciprocated. Azriel would be an unwelcome presence in this world, hated forever – by everyone. Dradigar relinquished diabolical laughter, incapable of restraining his morbid excitement.
「And so it begins.」
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Chapter 2 - TBA
