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What peculiar times we live in, darkness blankets the realm and I — am a mere servant of the Dark Souls Legion. Yet it was not always so. I was there that day, a child of light, …a child of the Luminous Stronghold. The Ancient realm was once a peaceful and prosperous civilization. It was a civilization in its prime. Enjoying an endless golden age. King Axiom the beloved, leader of the Luminous Stronghold, ruled fairly and justly for over a millennium. The Ancient Realm lived in harmony and the contrary seemed unfathomable. But the seers forebode a Dark prophecy… A prophecy that would soon manifest itself into a reality.

“Light has its darkness, prosperity has its despair..

When the sun — brightest in the sky

the bounties — most bountiful

and the golden city — most prosperous

The blood of the golden one

Shall revive the Olden one”

These are the words that turned my childhood dreams to nightmares.

I’ll never forget that fatal afternoon, I was hiding in the sacred chamber, my body trembling in fear. I watched Axion, the Golden King standing calmly, his eyes closed in prayer. Death was coming for him, he knew it. Then suddenly, the massive doors of the sacred chamber crashed down and Agor the Revenant emerged from the dust. He approached Axion with his massive blood covered blade drawn,

“It is done, all that is yours, is now mine. last words, great king?” Axion asked with a haunting voice.

Axion opened his eyes, his golden glare locked with Agor’s black pupils

“If only this were the last time we were destined to meet Agor, then surely I would have lovely last words for you. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yet I shall see you again”. Axion said with a calm smile.

Agor the Revenant sneered, raising his blade, he spoke the last words Axion would hear. “History tends to repeat itself old friend”.

In an instant, a millennia of peace and prosperity was over. Crimson blood flowed from the fallen king’s headless body, desecrating the sacred chamber. Though it was noon, the sky suddenly turned to blackness. The walls shook and from the desecrated stone arose a shadowy goliath. I could not believe my eyes, the prophecy was true. It was the Olden one. The God of death — Erebus.

Dark clouds blotted out the midday sun and lightning painted the sky. Agor the Revenant stood on the precipice of it all, beside the olden God Erebus. Beneath him was the headless body of King Axion, and below him was a realm in utter Chaos. The Olden God turned to Agor, with black flames flaring from his eyes and with a voice that shook the ancient walls “ From this day forth, the Luminous Stronghold is no more, you are my Avatar of Darkness, you are the leader of Dark Souls legion”

Agor: “What would you have of me? God-King Erebus.”

Erebus: “Axion is no more, but his deity remains. The Goddess Shraddah is weakened but not banished. There are sources of great forbidden power remaining in this realm, Sources long forgotten.”

Agor: “Guide me my lord.”

Erebus: “Bring suffering and death upon all who oppose you.”

Destroy the memory of Axion and raise the flags of The Dark Souls Legion.

Erebus: “With the capital and realm under your grasp, you must take your greatest warriors to the valley of the ancients. The source of Power Shraddha seeks lies there. Slaughter her disciples and seize this power.”

Agor: “Consider it done, my lord.”

Erebus: “Agor…”

Agor: “Yes my lord?”

Erebus: “Beware the Chimera…”

With those words, Erebus the God of Death turned to ash and Agor smiled as he stood over a city in flames.