Chapter 9 Necro’Faye Darse Awakens

  Petals of flowers flow and fall, the day is bright, sun is high, and the cheer is rampant. Though this was a lie, to settle in mother and son. Their time has come as the shadows drape over the wondrous light of the moment. The hour cometh, Darse now at the head of a table next to his dear mother, places upon his head a special wreath, her time was near its end, thus his inheritance thrusted upon him. He felt it, knowledge, power, and wisdom, and the ancient magics lost to most.

  Shortly after the glow of the moment of his birthright was received…. Screams, fear, blood, pain, and death. In a near instant, everything had turned upside down. Fights everywhere, his fragile mother who had given away the rights to her boy, now defiled and brutalized. They were eating her alive, restoring and reviving her. They were having their way with her, she was raped and gashed. Filled with fluids as she bled. A harrowing sight to behold Darse was in shock at first, but a loyal beast took him and ran, but they were hunted, the beast slaughtered quickly, despite its quick and brutal demise… It was able to toss the soon troubled boy into the distance.

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  Down in the depths of the gorge he could hear the cries, whaling and laughter, his broken mother abused and defiled in the worst ways. She is raped, killed, and revived over and over again. His stubborn attitude led him to climb back up and witness the sights, this broke him greatly. His anger abounded, without a thought he whispered the words to break the seal, inheriting that which is chaos and death twisted. Thus the necrotic darkness took hold twisting the once sweet lad into a monster of undeath.

  The birth right scorned by his mother from his late father, who died during a war between the light and dark of a microcosm that would be heralded into ruination by the Mad Precursor Aeon. This undead lich god would be undone and his very soul shattered to be forged into a weapon along with many more who would be fused into the Douga Kinas instrument, a boy’s body and name twisted to mean Devouring Twilight. Darse would never know this even to this day.