Where do I start?
Perhaps the most important question a lot of people ask themselves when writing something about themselves.
There are small things I can talk about that may have meaning to me but to the majority of people it will not interest them.
So let's start with some basics...
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A small speck of dust gently made slivery pathways as the wind slowly tumbled it unknowingly into this massive universe. The light caught it briefly, illuminating it a thousand times before a dark shadow covered this tiny speck of dust as it disappeared... into the dark.
Long slender fingers emerged from hidden folds of cloth, the veins showing through the silvery flesh that appeared as smooth and marble-like to the touch. The wind picked up and gently caressed the small hairs on the hand as it travelled in small circular motions upward over the body and toward the face. But even the wind withered away in a silent scream as it bathed the ethereal-like face before simply vanishing. It simply stopped. The wind, a majestic force of splendour didn't even dare disturb the beauty that stood there. But it wasn't the beauty that stopped the wind. No, something much more sinister was at work that neither man nor beast could understand.
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Should I continue?
No, I think I will leave that there to gather in energy and eventually when it is time, the right words will emerge to complete the story.
For now There is another beginning I can tell you about... nothing spectacular, but something of interest.
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Welcome fellow traveler.
"Gather round, for it is time your journey began. Today you will learn about our race and our beginnings upon the face of this world."
The young female stretched her legs outward, leaning against the cold marble wall behind her. She was one of the few chosen ones in terms of her species; yet the brilliant lustre of her pale skin had survived through the ravages of time.
Dark raven tendrils framed her heart-shaped face as her delicate fingers turned the pages of the dusty grimoire floating before her. It was her eyes that drew each person's attention; the orbs were frozen and dead. As her eyes scanned the contents some of the few present gasped in slight surprise. Her eyes seemed to change, reflecting the depths of an ocean scarred by a storm's violent fury. Rosy lips turned upward in a warm smile as her gaze turned toward the people gathered.
Lycanine paused for a moment, regarding her new-found companions intently. With a far-away look in her crystal gaze, she began.
"In the beginning there was nothing. The stars were nonexistent, planets were absent, and where our universe now thrives, only a vast void existed. Yet, if one looked closely, striating the void were motes of color swirling in chaotic patterns. It was from this muddled fabric of universe that the Lord of Darkness was formed; an entity that stood for the very essence of chaos and emptiness.Looking out upon the vast emptiness, the Dark Lord reached out his hands.
At his command, the swirling motes of color coalesced, forming the first world, this world, our world, La'tyria. The Dark Lord created the stars and two identical sun, providing life-giving warmth to this new world. The Dark Lord moved out amongst the nothingness, creating countless worlds, stars, and entire galaxies, leaving behind him a wake of existence where there had only been emptiness. Once the Dark Lord had deemed that enough had been created , he returned to his first world and slept, recuperating from his great labors. For time uncounted the Dark Lord slumbered, his divine presence bringing life to the world around him. Even chaos needed balance and unaware of this as he continued his sleep, multitude of creatures formed, some chaotic in nature and others peaceful.
Once the Dark Lord had concluded his respite, he awoke upon this world. His first act was to look into the heavens and the other worlds he had created. Those that were distasteful to him were devoured, returning to the essence of chaos. Still others were created to replace the ones destroyed and the cycle began anew. The Dark Lord's attention fell to the world around him. During his great slumber life had sprung and he decided to travel across our world, observing all things of his creation. He took the form of a wolf, finding this form pleased him most as he passed mountain peaks, and jungle valleys. Over the dry deserts he ran, reveling in what his powers of creation had brought to this world.
Even in darkness the light resided.
It was during these travels, in the lands we call Vale of Moon's Mist, that the Dark Lord's icy gaze first fell upon her- Lilia the Maiden of Life. Her sinuous body glistened, as she lounged languidly in the sun. Her ruby-kissed lips and seductive gaze filled the Dark Lord with an insatiable lust. He approached her in his wolf form, but she was quick and ran away from him as her husky laughter filled the air. The Dark Lord was not to be misled, however. Her scent was thick and reminded him of spring flowers as it drew him to her; a great chase ensued. The two raced over the world, circling it thrice before the Dark Lord finally caught Lilia. Their lust and passion were great, for alike they were, but also opposites, one the embodiment of destruction, the other creation. It was from this first union that the first race sprang, the immortal children of the Dark Lord and his consort Lilia.
The first children spread across La'Tyria, and under tutelage of the Dark Lord became powerful in their own right. Blessed were the first children of the Dark Lord, for through their loins new races spawned. Of all their spawn, only the true children, possessing the ability to appear as wolves and mortal alike, rose to the heights of majesty and influence. The true children of the Dark Lord knew no weakness. The Chosen Ones were the true rulers of their domains, encountering little resistance for time uncounted, untill the dawn of human civilization started... but that is a story for another day."
Lycanine paused for a moment, watching those around her, making certain that their undivided attention was focused wholly on her. With a feral gleam in her eye and a remembrance of better times long past, she continued.
"The Dark Lord watched his children grow and spread. Proud he was of their grace, beauty and power, yet their minds were sharp, complete from the moment of their inception. He looked upon his children once more and though they were part his creation and Lilia's as well, a longing came over the Dark Lord. A longing to teach, to be worshipped, to create a form wholly his own in body and soul. To that end the Dark Lord gathered his energies and exerted his will. From the earth itself the Dark Lord crafted these new forms, models of his own image. These new vessels were the progenitors of our race, the first humans. The Dark Lord took from his own essence and for each body crafted a soul was bound to him for all time. The Dark Lord set these vessels down upon the earth, whereupon onto each of these bodies Lilia breathed mortal life. The humans stood atop the world, eyes blinking upon their creator. Motioning with one expansive hand he gestured out over the horizon and proclaimed that the world was theirs. He spoke of how his divine will created them and that upon their deaths their bodies would crumble, but their souls would return to him where they would be devoured. From these souls he would forge those of the next generation and Lilia would provide mortal life to each body, for she was the essence of fertility and reproduction. Henceforth, the Dark Lord was known as our Lord, Lycanus the Great Devourer, and his Consort, Lilia the Maiden of Life.
Lilia watched our people grow and develop, studying our rites of devotion to our Great Lord and growing jealous of our loyalty and faith. She questioned why she did not deserve worship and attention as well? Try as she might, none of our ancestors would venerate her higher than Lycanus, for even though we acknowledged her divine presence and invoked her in times of breeding, it was the Great Dark Lord that held our hearts. Lilia's mind began to hatch a plan. Afraid to incur the wrath of Lycanus, in secret she worked, attempting to convert the humans to worship her instead.
Through this the first real religion of paganism were created.
But Lilia was unskilled in her task and the results were mediocre at best. As men and women worshipped her as the moon goddess and the earth mother, she looked down upon their forms and realized she was disgusted by them. After Lilia's failure, Lycanus brooded over his mate. Perfect in form she was, striking and desirable, and her cool devious mind was delightful. With her recent disappointment and subsequent triumph of the Dark Lord, she fled from him and lay far from his grace, not yearning for his presence, or perhaps unwilling to face him. Desiring to heal the wound between them, the Dark Lord hatched a scheme to close the rift. For the third time he crafted, creating a third race. This race was different than us or the humans, for this race was crafted in the image of Lilia, as a gift to court her once again. To this end the new race were called demons.
Lycanus traveled to the East to present his new creations to Lilia and she was pleased, for the demons were alike to her, devious and cunning, strong in the arcane arts and exceptionally beautiful- almost flawless. Both Lycanus and Lilia nurtured this new race, and it was many generations before the human civilization encountered them. Through countless mistakes and misconceptions, the demons were thought of as entirely evil. Neither human or demon wanting to associate themselves with each other.
Thus began our greatest struggle, a struggle that continues to this day. As Lycanus and Lilia retired to traverse the stars, it was apparent that the human civilization retained the chaotic nature of the Dark Lord within their hearts. Through countless ages, man's history changed and the Dark Lord and his Consort was forgotten. False prophets walked this earth claiming to be the messengers of god, although by now the history of our origin has been twisted to suit the new world we live in. Populations continued to expand, and our cultures blended, despite our differences. However Demons and Mankind would always be at war with each other while we, the Chosen Children of Lycanus, has idly stood by through the ages and observed the religious wars that ensued between them.
Where the future lead, only some of us know...but for now I think I have said all that can be said."
The young female stood and stretched her legs as the ancient grimoire closed and vanished. Gathering up her cloak, she turned to face her new companions.
"Remember the Dark Lord watches over us even now, and even though the road may be hard, if our faith in the Dark Lord and his Consort remains strong, we shall eventually triumph and reach the new promised world."
As she turned to depart, a young man's voice spoke. "What will happen now?"
She froze in her tracks. Slowly she turned to face the young man. Her gaze, smoldering with a dangerous gleam, fell upon the man who seemed slightly taller than her. Although no more than 20 years of age. Lycanine spoke softly , but the tone of her voice cut like a knife's edge. "You can follow me as we search for the new world. But be warned... great battles lie ahead and perhaps certain death. If you are prepared for it and believe you are one of the Chosen then follow me and together we will reach Osirius- the new promised world."