Post by .:Amilia:. on Aug 11, 2012 14:43:50 GMT -6
Name: Arakus Aryama
Aliases: The King of Judgment
Age: 6000+
Gender: Male
Species: Original Ajerian
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: N/A
Place of Birth: Lake Castillia
Physical Appearance:
Style: Kesir Yah Ryu
Some Abilities: The abilities listed below are the ones he is known to use most often. However, they are not all of his abilities. Arakus, like Arix, can use his Ajerian arm for on the fly attacks and bursts of energy, he also has all of the abilities of normal Castillian Ajerians.
Weapons: Umbra: The original weapon of darkness seems to be designed as a katana. It has a soul of its own, and is a living entity unlike Arix’s blade which was killed by the Keeper and separated in power by creating two separate swords. This Umbra is the most powerful Ajerian artifact known since it has a living soul.
History:
Chapter 1
The Judgment of the Child
‘This story begins Approximately 4,000 years before the time of Sparda, and beyond the gates of hell. It all began... In a small village on the edge of Lake Castillia, where the Sun never shines, and the darkness always prevails. This story begins with a child who grows into a man, who grows into a god...'
This town had lain dormant for many hours now. The lamps flickered as the last of their fuel began to go out. There in a cottage in the poverty side of town came howls of a woman who screamed through the dead of the night. She was resting on a bed her legs apart with her husband at her feet. The woman had been in labor for the last four hours with a child that was more a surprise than a gift. The couple were poor people, they were dreading the birth of a child however they came to accept it and would raise it as their own. However, the couple wouldn’t be so lucky on this eve. The door to their cottage was smashed down, three cloaked figures fully armored entered the one room house just as the baby came free into the father’s arms.
The first cloaked man took the child from its father while the other two wrestled him away. The man continued to persist and the cloaked figure with the child drew his sword and cut the man’s throat. The other two set him next to the woman before stabbing her through the chest, both died in each other’s arms. As swiftly as they came, they disappeared into the night leaving behind the deaths of two kind folk. The day would be remembered for years to come, a murder scene that was never solved. The following day would hear rumors from the tavern folk that it was a conspiracy by the king, a prophecy was on the child long before his birth. Just tavern rubbish.
It wouldn't be long before the town was left to envy these two people, for death would be a lot better than what was to come. The three figures entered the tower of a castle; one knelt down on his knees and presented the child to the Devilish man sitting on his throne. The man’s eyes were piercing yellow, his teeth to match, around his eyes was a black shade. He had large muscular arms, and a belly just as large to match. He was as a giant, maybe 15 feet in height. His booming voice filled the room as he lifted the child in a single hand, “The prophecy has been foreseen and is true to this birth," he began, “let this child become one of our own, so his legacy cannot become true."
The giant of a man was known as King Edion, he was a noble man, but a pig at the same time. Edion was a honorable person, he didn't kill without reason. His minions on the other hand, they were known as Judgment, a race of Demons that fed on the dead souls. They had no hearts, they only pursued death and filling out the kings orders. The Judgment that held the child was a perfect example of such. Each Judgment was cloaked in full black robes, they had a simple body structure. It was slim, slender, and skeleton like, but to underestimate one would be death on your part. Each one of them was equipped with a sword, and they were all Adept Swordsmen. The Judgment were a disturbing race, but they kept a balance on the ruling that Edion wished to keep.
The Judgment withdrew the child from the man and began exited out of the room, he traveled with his companions down the tower lowering his hood, under his hood was a bald white head, its eyes were entirely red and snake like, its mouth was slim and slit like. In all other looks to the beast, it was a lot like a snake. The Judgment looked upon the child and opened its mouth, sharp teeth lined its roof and jaw, it went down slowly to bite the child but stopped. The child's eyes were open for the first time, the right was dark brown, but the left was dim red. The child didn't make any kind of noises or show any kind of facial expression except a solemn glare. The Judgment set the child on the step and knelt down on one knee as if bowing, the other two followed suit. . .
It seemed as if the child was praised by the Judgment that took him from his home. It didn't leave his side and was caring for the child as one of its own. Each day that went by was with this child, the Judgment removed his name and gave it to the child, the name was Arakus, and it was the same name as the god that the Judgment beings prayed to. The Judgment Arakus was now known as Alvion. From just being born to the age of six, Arakus was taught by Alvion, he was raised to fight, taught how to speak, so on and so forth. It was time for Arakus to pick up a blade and learn the sword art. The Judgment gathered around presenting Arakus with several choices of a blade. He considered the broad sword, but his eyes set onto a Katana. Each Judgment gathered around the Katana, they placed it in the middle of the chamber and circled around it chanting words of a language Arakus did not know. Each lamp flickered out and only a small light on the sword could be made out. The chanting stopped abruptly. Suddenly the chamber was filled with a light that was neither white nor black, it seemed not to make out any color on any being, everything was black and white; as soon as it came it went. The sword shimmered silently in its place and each candle relit itself. Alvion took up the sword and swung it several times. It was most definitely a work of art. The Sword was known as Umbra, it was neither Katana nor broadsword, but was both at the same time.
Arakus at first had trouble lifting his rather large heavy sword, it was twice his size and was impossible to swing. The Judgment knew this of course, but they were training his strength as he tried the sword out. For the longest time he was to keep using the sword. As time went by he became adept with holding it and had no trouble swinging it, at this time he was at the age of 12. His true training began by the watchful eye of the Edion. The king didn't like what he saw, he saw a Devil standing in front of him, and demons training the devil to be a warrior. Arakus became a master at their style in the few years they trained him. He was 15 when he finished the training and began learning the secrets of his blade.
By this time the King was ordering soldiers to attack the Judgment stronghold and kill everyone, Arakus included. They were in the middle of dueling when the doors to the stronghold came down, soldiers rushed in brandishing a complete set of well-made armor, and beautifully designed Swords. Each soldier rushed forward, but the Judgment were faster in their movements and had wretched death to the front line. Arix walked to the barrier of Judgment and pushed through them standing with his allies, he put his shimmering sword out, it was a virgin to the blood of man, and was calling for them. He began the front charge followed by the Judgment, his first slash was his last, once it tasted blood it gave off an immense energy, created a void of power that blew out the side of the wall and killed each soldier that was in its path. Around the blade was a black aura flowing now, surging with the lives of the soldiers he had just killed.
He and the Judgment escaped from the town to the lake of Castillia. They were exiles now, and were hunted down several times losing numbers drastically before killing each soldier. The last wave of soldiers finally came, paired with them was the King himself and a woman bearing the Prophesy. They winded down the lakes paths and stood in front of the camp that Arakus and the Judgment resided. The prophet chanted under her breath the prophesy, “A child born on the night of the blood moon three years into the kings ruling over Castillia will bring death to The King. The child and the King must end the battle in one last fight, for the Death bringers stand by the child while only man stands beside the King. Hence Forth, the Child known as Arakus and the King known as Edion, must die by the hand of one another. If it is the King who proceeds to be the victor harmony will be insured, if it is the Child death will follow in his wake...'
The King dismounted, his troops were twice the number as last time, and they were his best men, heavily armed with two swords, a Katana on their side and a broad sword on their back, the front line was with pikes and the king himself held a Zanbatou nearly just as large as himself. Arakus was 18 now, and was an expert in the Judgments art of fighting, he had mastered the Umbra, but some power still was locked, none the less, he was willing to do battle with the King. Each force lined up and on the shot of an arrow they drew their weapons waiting, and when the arrow landed in the middle of the field they charged each other. At once the battle was a slaughter, the Judgment were removing soldiers as quickly as they were being killed, but the sheer size of the Kings platoon seemed to bring fear in death to these deathless beings. Arakus was carving a path through the soldiers to get straight to the King. Edion pushed an area clear with his Zanbatou and advanced quickly running for Arakus. The Umbra shifted its form into a Broad sword, when King Edion swung he jumped onto the blade and road it out running across it, the King didn't expect this unfortunate event and waved the Zanbatou to remove him from it, but it was too late, Arakus was sky borne and falling quickly. He landed on the King's shoulders and brought the blade straight into the Kings skull. When Edion began his path falling into a crumble Arakus hopped off, the battle stopped immediately, no man would challenge Arakus, no man was skilled enough to land an eye lash on the Child of Judgment.
The Platoon left heading back for Castillia, the prophet laid in a pool of her blood, no blade but her own had touched her. For the first time in Eons, Castillia, saw the sun shine. . .
Chapter 2
The Ajerian and the Alvion
Arakus grew to twenty two. He had a growing band of Judgment and had wreaked havoc on the Demon World. Many towns were in ruin, and many demons and humans alike were dead. The gates of The Demon world were spread open, and together Demons and Humans lived together, and for the first time in history it seemed that the Demons were rebelling against the Humans using them as their slaves. War was on the verge of both worlds, but both worlds already were at war with the Judgment led by a human, Arakus.
Arakus wasn't Demon nor was He Human, he wasn't a hybrid, and he wasn't a Devil. He was a gift of the gods, a new being, an Ajerian. Being an Ajerian made him seem like a god, he was the first of his race and possessed a devil soul within his body, attached to his soul. The first of this war he brought down was a great fort, Fort Dragunhower. Dragunhower was host to the Dragon knights, they were expert swords men. Moving into the fort swiftly with only a troop of five Judgment, they moved like shadows, bringing death to all who stood there without making a sound or showing that they were present. Once the guards outside the Fort were dead more Judgment gathered and they entered the Fort without making themselves known. Arakus gave out orders by hand and once they were in perfect vantage points he yelled out for the attack to begin.
With the startled Dragon Knights being killed off without knowing who their enemy was, it ended, quickly. By daybreak, every inhabitant in the Dragunworth Fort was dead. Arakus claimed the fort for his own and made it the new strong hold for the Judgment. It wouldn't be known that this would be his big mistake until later days, but until now, he hadn't a worry in the world. Arakus moved forward to the town that was nearly a half mile away, his plans were to assault it head on depriving it from gathering too many of its soldiers. He didn't need but a rally of 50 Judgment to do this. He raced into the town like a panther chasing a wounded animal. Three Judgment followed him, the others took post in key locations around the town. The four of them brought death to the guards outside the doors to the castle, Arakus kept his pace up breaking in the doors with a well-placed kick, each door slammed into guards on the other side. The warriors brought death to the castle slowly having to fight through guards to get to the Count and Countess. Once every guard was massacred they entered the Private Chambers where the three Judgment took the battle to the Body Guards of the Count and Countess, Arakus of course took advantage and beheaded both with speed so great it was barely noticed until he was to the door, both heads slid off the necks of the ex-rulers of the town.
The following Day the Town was called present to the courtyard, Arakus stood on the Balcony watching them all, and once every member of the town was present he began a speech, “Citizens of this town, I am here to take control of it. Last night while you may have slept a battle emitted against the tyrants of this town. . ." The entrance to the courtyard was blocked off now by a strong line of Judgment ". . . and I must warn you all before death, the tyrants have won." As his speech ended the raw sound of steel against steel could be heard as the Judgment drew their blades. "In one full night, your city has been brought to hell and raped of its peace. Now, I will rape you of your souls." The Judgment advanced carving the citizens into a bloody mass of parts and corpses. The air was stale with the smell of blood, Arakus shed no smile but inside he saw satisfaction. Each of his warriors feasted on the souls that had recently passed, and now this Town would play host to their main stronghold. He sent a messenger to Fort Dragunhower. It took only a few hours for him to return, but he had several wounds, and a message etched on his back, he collapsed in front of Arakus, the message read, ‘Send no dark being to this place, for we've taken it for our own. You may have the few survivors for a ransom.’
Arakus being enraged gathered his force once more, he and the 46 surviving Judgment marched to the Fort. The place was covered in blood, and no doubt the demons that had captured it just barely won the fight. Alvion did his job well in protecting it, for they didn't encounter any resistance entering. Arakus told his platoon to split up into pairs and search and destroy. He would travel alone to find Alvion and the leader of this massacre. Resistance came heaviest at where he traveled. The dungeons were lined with blood and corpses covered the ground of both Judgment and Scavengers. The Scavengers were a bandit Demon race; they worked in large numbers breeding like rabbits. Alvion was pinned against the wall when he entered the room. A sword pinning him to the wall through his chest, his black blood ran down the stone, he gasped out grabbing Arix's left arm, "I give to you, my last gift, my son, Amin saloh nae llie. Oira coia.
Once again, the colorless light burned at the room, his left arm burned madly in sheer pain, his hand to his forearm to his shoulder began changing, and his skin turned a reddish color and began shifting darker as if burned. His arm up began mutating as well taking an armored look. The hand got a fiery blue glow to it and at once Alvion seemed to be pulled to it and slowly evaporated into the arm itself. Arakus fell to his knees in the pain, his red eye began to shine in the darkness, the Scavenger leader was now among him moving in with a blade drawn, it didn't take but a moment before the Scavenger was thrown against a wall without being touched, blind fury was behind it all, the wall opposite was loosening and large stones slammed into the Scavenger making him twisted and deformed looking as his rib cage was shattered and his skull was smashed. Blood gushed everywhere alongside his insides. Arakus exited the chamber, his men bowed as he did seeing what was left of Alvion was now the power that resided in his arm.
From this point on hell hasn't been so clear to Arakus until now. Losing someone who raised him from childbirth clicked in the sensation of war, and made his darkness grow. By the eve of his 28th birthday he brought death to many towns in the demon world. Each town was the same as the last, they all fell, and in the end Arakus was chanted by each Judgment. Arakus moved in on a single town to display his power. This town gave host to something he would never wish to relive. . .
Chapter 3
The 2450 year old War
He planned a Full scale invasion on one of the larger towns. It was host to a warlord and a massive army, this army was the army of the dead. Outside the town it seemed as if all life was great inside, but it was all a puppet act. The Corpses did as they were commanded until someone stray enter their domain. The corpses were called Nexin, and the puppet master Nexous. Nexous had an iron grip on dark arts; he was a wizard and warlord of some sort. But what was unknown to him, was that he was about to face the greatest enemy one could ask for. Arakus entered the town alone at first; he noticed the surroundings were terribly wrong. Nothing was as it seemed. . .
The first attack came and the Judgment were swift into coming to Arakus’s aid. They fought both sides reaping the corpses back to hell. Arakus moved on with his blade drawn, he threw out his arm and the large structure next to him exploded. He shifted his weight and broke into it coming face to face with the Warlord. At once he had to engage into battle. The two were equal in speed, but Arakus held the skill. Their blades ricocheted off each other, Arakus turned avoiding the counter swing and thrust his blade into the under belly of the Warlord. He turned his blade upside down and turned with the Warlord at high speeds releasing him into the burning door and out into the streets. At once the Corpses dropped dead, Arakus exited the burning building with a new profound look of satisfaction on his face, he half smirked and chuckled lightly, “Burn this city to the ground, if anyone is alive still kill them. Rally up when you're done, we're moving on to Shadow City."
Shadow city, it was a large gaping hole of crime, dishonor, and scum. It held host too many bounty hunters, mercs, druggies, and hookers. Even so, it posed the biggest threat in the Demon World. The Judgment and Arakus gathered at nearly 300 fold. They began their travel over 40 miles of barren desert toward the city. The black mass of his army was like a blanket covering the tanned sand under their feet. It was an added relief that where the Judgment walked to sun stopped shining. All was cool; they entered the city from different sides at about 20 a group as traders. They each took point and war broke out. The whole city was in panic, they had heard of the Black Plague of Judgment, but they never thought it would get inside the large steel walls of Shadow City. All at once the edges of the city fell, it was a slaughter now, there was nowhere to run anymore, and no way to escape, everyone in the city would die, everyone except, Valen Dreth, a master assassin and his rallied up bounty hunters and mercenaries. They put the fight to the center of the city without any trouble. Their power was great, but it was numbers that won in the end. The forces fell and only one place was left, city hall, where Dreth was protecting the Mayor of the city. Arakus had the entire building blockaded and he moved in breaking down the large wood doors and fighting strong and hard.
"Death shall become you," chanted the Judgment as they massacred the entire building. Arakus always went alone he was faster than the Judgment and could easily create a path of destruction through his powers to manipulate gravity of objects. He barrel rolled and planted both feet on the mayor’s doors breaking them, they fell perfectly with his footing and he began dueling with five guards at once. The Ajerians speed was amazing. He clashed blades and at once chopped and carved each foe down, some two in one swing. Dreth drew his Mammoth Sword and burst forward clashing blades with Arakus, his blade ricocheted off when Arakus shifted his hands, it happened to quickly, Arakus's blade had turned downward, it entered his shoulder, a blind pain seared threw his body, the blade cut down straight through Nerves and veins and entered his heart. Dreths eyes had busted blood vessels in them and were stained with red blotches, he spat out blood and fell backwards onto the carpet.
"God isn't listening to your cries," spoke Arakus as he stepped over Dreth staring at the fearful mayor, “and he most definitely doesn't give a fuck about you."
Arakus raised his sword and went to cut down but the Mammoth sword caught the back of it. He looked over his shoulder, Dreth was standing, his eyes were blood red, his wound was healed perfectly, "Ah yes, an Immortal," announced Arakus as he turned and planted a foot into Dreths stomach, at once they clashed blades three times, both spun off the last and thrust his sword sliding blade against blade impaling each other in the chest, they withdrew and kept fighting making glancing blows on the blades. Arakus finally grew bored, he leapt back and swung his blade, a black energy flew off it in a sharp looking form. It hit Dreth in the chest and cut straight through painting the walls with blood. Arakus continued the attack rapidly, Dreths left arm fell to the floor, his body was being carved apart, his right arm fell, Arakus found the opening, he landed on a foot and leapt forward, Dreths eyes widened just as he felt cold steel against his throat and closed when he felt it at his spine. His head fell to the floor and rolled. The Mayor was cowering in the corner with a familiar puddle under him. . .
Arakus walked out of the room holding the head of the Mayor, his Judgment were bowing as he did; everything in the city had been slaughtered. He was 2450 years old on this glorious day. His reputation was catching up to him, and the Arch Devil Mundus was taking notice to him. Mundus knew he wasn't stupid enough to attack his castle yet, and Arakus knew Mundus was stupid enough to think that he wouldn't. The sky was dark, and the ground was dark with Judgment. They had multiplied with the slaughter of the City, using the ones they killed as Hosts. It was an army of nearly 800 at Mundus' door step. Each one had a blade drawn and was staring up at the large castle as they marched toward it. They heard the battle cry and heard the loud sound as if there was a stampede. In front of them was a large force of reaper like warriors, they had swords, daggers, clubs, axes, armor, shields, the works. The Judgment took this chance to get ahead of Arakus and start the battle.
Only half an hour passed, the reapers had proven worthless in the face of the extremely skilled Judgment army. They looked over to the main doors and saw a black figure turn and re-enter the castle leaving both doors open. The army closed in around the castle and began entering, from inside the cries of death could be heard, they were being picked off as they entered, the doors were too small and there must have been something strong inside. Arakus pushed the crowd away, “Leave this to me, and make sure no one escapes!"
He burst into the castle and saw not a army, not a militia, no platoon, just a single demon knight. He was armored resembling some kind of insect perhaps, he had a large sword that was similar to his own husk. He let off a feeling of uncomfort somehow. His words were then heard, “I am Sparda, and whom do I face in this unfortunate incident?"
This was the Legendary Dark Knight he had heard so much about. He ran forward with his sword in the form of a Broad sword, his hand at the ready, he swung and both blades hit sending sparks around the room, Arakus put his hand forward onto Sparda's chest and sent him against the opposite wall making the statue of which he hit collapse, " Arakus," he responded with a completely evil smile across his face. He would enjoy this battle, finally, someone worthy of his skill. Sparda's wings opened and he took flight, Arakus leapt up using his gravity defying power take effect, they clashed blades a couple more times, and then Sparda grabbed Arakus sending him through the ceiling. Both were now standing in a large hall, at one end was a staircase, at the other was two solid doors. Sparda and Arix clashed locking blades in place; Sparda yelled out to him, "Why are you pursuing this?"
"Because I'm going to kill everyone in this damn world, every last immortal and mortal!"
"You are nothing but a fool!"
"You'll see," Arakus broke the lock and round house kicked Sparda in the chest throwing him off his feet and into the door. He ran forward to do the finishing blow but Sparda fell backwards threw the opening doors stumbling into another sword lock. There sat Mundus on his throne, watching the little show, each time one got hit they healed nearly instantly under the pressure of the wound. Finally the fight came to its climax, Sparda slashed Arakus deeply across the stomach, and he grabbed him by the throat and tossed him across the ground to Mundus' feet. A silence came over them, Arakus had still gripped his sword even being unconscious, his eyes shot open, he stood and fell to a knee staring down Sparda, then Mundus spoke, "you did well child. . . You've stood toe to toe with one of my greatest warriors, for that I commend you. You deserve a side on my throne, a place in my army."
Arakus stopped his heavy breathing and glanced behind him, he was at a loss, faced by two that could kill him at this moment due to his injuries. He straightened up and jumped sending down a powerful wave of energy which even Mundus had the smallest trouble of stopping. "Fuck you," he yelled just as he hit the ceiling breaking through with another surge of power. The Judgment saw this and vanished like smoke. Arakus had finally been defeated for the first time. He wouldn't get his revenge. Nearly 30 years passed by the time he heard of Mundus’s fall and Sparda’s supposed death.
Chapter 4
The Lust of Blood and Love
Over the next 1000 years Arakus searched for answers to all his questions, he was confused on why he couldn't defeat Sparda, he was still thinking of what went wrong, it was an even match, but the verdict was on Sparda for whatever reason. These questions stopped when the lost kingdom of Alvin Rose back to power. Arakus traveled to the kingdom once he entered he set eyes on a woman whose beauty was so great it even blinded him. Her name was Elyion, she was the kings daughter. For the first few weeks he watched her, saw that where ever she went a guard followed. She daily traveled to the Andie Clothier at the noon hour. Arakus got one of his Judgment and advised a plan. The Judgment would attack the guard, and he would run in for the save.
That noon hour rolled around, the Guard followed her and the Judgment attacked. It killed the guard and Arakus leapt into action locking blades and batting the Judgments away until it fled. He looked at Elyion whose eyes were full of fear, but even so she leapt and wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed, “You... You saved me. Thank you, but- but why? You are a Demon," she said looking up into his eyes, she was brave enough to jump on him, but all at once he felt regret. He snapped out of it when he heard the snap of a Guard Whistle. He pushed her away and let onto the wall, “I must go, I'll be back soon," he yelled down to her and leapt over it.
A set number of days passed, Elyion often stood on her balcony waiting for Him. One night it came true, she turned away and walked into the room, he appeared onto the balcony and startled her into a small shriek. There then came a loud wrap on the door and a guard called in, “Are you alright Lady Elyion?"
"Yes, yes, Sorry, bad dream," she said back and slowly walked to Arakus,"I knew you'd come back, I'm Elyion, and, you are?"
He was smiling somewhat when he answered, “I go by the name of Arakus," he began and put an arm around her drawing her close, he put his figure on her lips when she went to answer back and hushed her. He drew in close to her and kissed her on the lips, her eyes opened wide when the sickening sound of metal cutting into the squishy underbelly of the princess, she moaned loudly and fell limp in his arms, he dropped the bloody dagger and held her while he walked to the bedside and set her down, “Nothing personal Milady, but I cannot kill your father with you being alive, my apologies."
The guards obviously heard this and broke into the room with swords drawn, the first one was decapitated by the Umbra, and the next didn't even see the sword as it stabbed into his heart from the side of the now falling body. Arakus pushed both aside and exited the room, he swiftly worked cutting down guard by guard before they could say a word. Arakus made his way straight to the Kings Bedroom door. He broke the door in quickly locking blades with a body guard, the other ran forward, Arakus pushed the blade and broke the body guards wrist making him drop the blade but it was hurled into the other body guards skull when the Umbra pushed it, as the Umbra was extended though it came crashing into the side of the neck of the other body guards neck, he fell. The King and his Wife had shuffled to the side of the room, Arakus held his hand up and the Wife lifted into the air, he clenched a fist and her yells drowned the sound of her insides being crushed. Her bloody body hit the floor; the King yelled but got caught under the eye by the Umbra.
He walked to the main hall and sat in the Kings Large throne. Leaning lazily into it putting his right elbow to rest on one side with his head in his hand, the left glowing hand rested flatly on the other side, where it rested the wood rest turned black in rot. The day became new, the Judgment rushed the city as told, small resistance came, and they broke into the castle and saw no guard was alive, Arakus sat in his new Throne, blood stained his cloths, “You’re late..."
Arakus remained there on that throne for a small time. He used the cities walls to defend against the incoming armies from the north and east looking to take down the King of Judgment. Instead they exhausted their resources in choke points forcing their men to be slaughtered ruthlessly by the everlasting Judgment forces. With the armies put down Arakus sent the Judgment army to the north to the First city.
Once there Arakus did battle with the demon king Ragnos. Ragnos had captured the First city eons ago, he was the sole reason the entire underworld was locked off from entering the mortal world. Arakus and the Judgment army of a thousand entered the city and went to all-out war against the reavers under Ragnos’s control. Eventually the gateway was stormed and Arakus faced Ragnos on his own terms face to face. With the experience behind Arakus and the perfection he had created with his sword and style he easily felled the demon king of the gateway and entered the mortal world once again.
Arakus looked to the sky seeing a city massive in size. Welcome to Isafaro. A black army marched on the city.
Aliases: The King of Judgment
Age: 6000+
Gender: Male
Species: Original Ajerian
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: N/A
Place of Birth: Lake Castillia
Physical Appearance:
Style: Kesir Yah Ryu
Some Abilities: The abilities listed below are the ones he is known to use most often. However, they are not all of his abilities. Arakus, like Arix, can use his Ajerian arm for on the fly attacks and bursts of energy, he also has all of the abilities of normal Castillian Ajerians.
- Demon Gate: An attack issued from the Alvion that puts a barrier between he and his foe for a short time so he may do what is needed at the time.
- Fireman: He can create blazing inferno’s with his left hand setting fire to everything in the area with ease.
- Judgment Slash: Arakus’s final attack. What’s known about it is that none have walked away from it alive. He has only used it twice due to the power behind it and leaves it for the foes that he cannot defeat in a straight up battle.
Weapons: Umbra: The original weapon of darkness seems to be designed as a katana. It has a soul of its own, and is a living entity unlike Arix’s blade which was killed by the Keeper and separated in power by creating two separate swords. This Umbra is the most powerful Ajerian artifact known since it has a living soul.
History:
Chapter 1
The Judgment of the Child
‘This story begins Approximately 4,000 years before the time of Sparda, and beyond the gates of hell. It all began... In a small village on the edge of Lake Castillia, where the Sun never shines, and the darkness always prevails. This story begins with a child who grows into a man, who grows into a god...'
This town had lain dormant for many hours now. The lamps flickered as the last of their fuel began to go out. There in a cottage in the poverty side of town came howls of a woman who screamed through the dead of the night. She was resting on a bed her legs apart with her husband at her feet. The woman had been in labor for the last four hours with a child that was more a surprise than a gift. The couple were poor people, they were dreading the birth of a child however they came to accept it and would raise it as their own. However, the couple wouldn’t be so lucky on this eve. The door to their cottage was smashed down, three cloaked figures fully armored entered the one room house just as the baby came free into the father’s arms.
The first cloaked man took the child from its father while the other two wrestled him away. The man continued to persist and the cloaked figure with the child drew his sword and cut the man’s throat. The other two set him next to the woman before stabbing her through the chest, both died in each other’s arms. As swiftly as they came, they disappeared into the night leaving behind the deaths of two kind folk. The day would be remembered for years to come, a murder scene that was never solved. The following day would hear rumors from the tavern folk that it was a conspiracy by the king, a prophecy was on the child long before his birth. Just tavern rubbish.
It wouldn't be long before the town was left to envy these two people, for death would be a lot better than what was to come. The three figures entered the tower of a castle; one knelt down on his knees and presented the child to the Devilish man sitting on his throne. The man’s eyes were piercing yellow, his teeth to match, around his eyes was a black shade. He had large muscular arms, and a belly just as large to match. He was as a giant, maybe 15 feet in height. His booming voice filled the room as he lifted the child in a single hand, “The prophecy has been foreseen and is true to this birth," he began, “let this child become one of our own, so his legacy cannot become true."
The giant of a man was known as King Edion, he was a noble man, but a pig at the same time. Edion was a honorable person, he didn't kill without reason. His minions on the other hand, they were known as Judgment, a race of Demons that fed on the dead souls. They had no hearts, they only pursued death and filling out the kings orders. The Judgment that held the child was a perfect example of such. Each Judgment was cloaked in full black robes, they had a simple body structure. It was slim, slender, and skeleton like, but to underestimate one would be death on your part. Each one of them was equipped with a sword, and they were all Adept Swordsmen. The Judgment were a disturbing race, but they kept a balance on the ruling that Edion wished to keep.
The Judgment withdrew the child from the man and began exited out of the room, he traveled with his companions down the tower lowering his hood, under his hood was a bald white head, its eyes were entirely red and snake like, its mouth was slim and slit like. In all other looks to the beast, it was a lot like a snake. The Judgment looked upon the child and opened its mouth, sharp teeth lined its roof and jaw, it went down slowly to bite the child but stopped. The child's eyes were open for the first time, the right was dark brown, but the left was dim red. The child didn't make any kind of noises or show any kind of facial expression except a solemn glare. The Judgment set the child on the step and knelt down on one knee as if bowing, the other two followed suit. . .
It seemed as if the child was praised by the Judgment that took him from his home. It didn't leave his side and was caring for the child as one of its own. Each day that went by was with this child, the Judgment removed his name and gave it to the child, the name was Arakus, and it was the same name as the god that the Judgment beings prayed to. The Judgment Arakus was now known as Alvion. From just being born to the age of six, Arakus was taught by Alvion, he was raised to fight, taught how to speak, so on and so forth. It was time for Arakus to pick up a blade and learn the sword art. The Judgment gathered around presenting Arakus with several choices of a blade. He considered the broad sword, but his eyes set onto a Katana. Each Judgment gathered around the Katana, they placed it in the middle of the chamber and circled around it chanting words of a language Arakus did not know. Each lamp flickered out and only a small light on the sword could be made out. The chanting stopped abruptly. Suddenly the chamber was filled with a light that was neither white nor black, it seemed not to make out any color on any being, everything was black and white; as soon as it came it went. The sword shimmered silently in its place and each candle relit itself. Alvion took up the sword and swung it several times. It was most definitely a work of art. The Sword was known as Umbra, it was neither Katana nor broadsword, but was both at the same time.
Arakus at first had trouble lifting his rather large heavy sword, it was twice his size and was impossible to swing. The Judgment knew this of course, but they were training his strength as he tried the sword out. For the longest time he was to keep using the sword. As time went by he became adept with holding it and had no trouble swinging it, at this time he was at the age of 12. His true training began by the watchful eye of the Edion. The king didn't like what he saw, he saw a Devil standing in front of him, and demons training the devil to be a warrior. Arakus became a master at their style in the few years they trained him. He was 15 when he finished the training and began learning the secrets of his blade.
By this time the King was ordering soldiers to attack the Judgment stronghold and kill everyone, Arakus included. They were in the middle of dueling when the doors to the stronghold came down, soldiers rushed in brandishing a complete set of well-made armor, and beautifully designed Swords. Each soldier rushed forward, but the Judgment were faster in their movements and had wretched death to the front line. Arix walked to the barrier of Judgment and pushed through them standing with his allies, he put his shimmering sword out, it was a virgin to the blood of man, and was calling for them. He began the front charge followed by the Judgment, his first slash was his last, once it tasted blood it gave off an immense energy, created a void of power that blew out the side of the wall and killed each soldier that was in its path. Around the blade was a black aura flowing now, surging with the lives of the soldiers he had just killed.
He and the Judgment escaped from the town to the lake of Castillia. They were exiles now, and were hunted down several times losing numbers drastically before killing each soldier. The last wave of soldiers finally came, paired with them was the King himself and a woman bearing the Prophesy. They winded down the lakes paths and stood in front of the camp that Arakus and the Judgment resided. The prophet chanted under her breath the prophesy, “A child born on the night of the blood moon three years into the kings ruling over Castillia will bring death to The King. The child and the King must end the battle in one last fight, for the Death bringers stand by the child while only man stands beside the King. Hence Forth, the Child known as Arakus and the King known as Edion, must die by the hand of one another. If it is the King who proceeds to be the victor harmony will be insured, if it is the Child death will follow in his wake...'
The King dismounted, his troops were twice the number as last time, and they were his best men, heavily armed with two swords, a Katana on their side and a broad sword on their back, the front line was with pikes and the king himself held a Zanbatou nearly just as large as himself. Arakus was 18 now, and was an expert in the Judgments art of fighting, he had mastered the Umbra, but some power still was locked, none the less, he was willing to do battle with the King. Each force lined up and on the shot of an arrow they drew their weapons waiting, and when the arrow landed in the middle of the field they charged each other. At once the battle was a slaughter, the Judgment were removing soldiers as quickly as they were being killed, but the sheer size of the Kings platoon seemed to bring fear in death to these deathless beings. Arakus was carving a path through the soldiers to get straight to the King. Edion pushed an area clear with his Zanbatou and advanced quickly running for Arakus. The Umbra shifted its form into a Broad sword, when King Edion swung he jumped onto the blade and road it out running across it, the King didn't expect this unfortunate event and waved the Zanbatou to remove him from it, but it was too late, Arakus was sky borne and falling quickly. He landed on the King's shoulders and brought the blade straight into the Kings skull. When Edion began his path falling into a crumble Arakus hopped off, the battle stopped immediately, no man would challenge Arakus, no man was skilled enough to land an eye lash on the Child of Judgment.
The Platoon left heading back for Castillia, the prophet laid in a pool of her blood, no blade but her own had touched her. For the first time in Eons, Castillia, saw the sun shine. . .
Chapter 2
The Ajerian and the Alvion
Arakus grew to twenty two. He had a growing band of Judgment and had wreaked havoc on the Demon World. Many towns were in ruin, and many demons and humans alike were dead. The gates of The Demon world were spread open, and together Demons and Humans lived together, and for the first time in history it seemed that the Demons were rebelling against the Humans using them as their slaves. War was on the verge of both worlds, but both worlds already were at war with the Judgment led by a human, Arakus.
Arakus wasn't Demon nor was He Human, he wasn't a hybrid, and he wasn't a Devil. He was a gift of the gods, a new being, an Ajerian. Being an Ajerian made him seem like a god, he was the first of his race and possessed a devil soul within his body, attached to his soul. The first of this war he brought down was a great fort, Fort Dragunhower. Dragunhower was host to the Dragon knights, they were expert swords men. Moving into the fort swiftly with only a troop of five Judgment, they moved like shadows, bringing death to all who stood there without making a sound or showing that they were present. Once the guards outside the Fort were dead more Judgment gathered and they entered the Fort without making themselves known. Arakus gave out orders by hand and once they were in perfect vantage points he yelled out for the attack to begin.
With the startled Dragon Knights being killed off without knowing who their enemy was, it ended, quickly. By daybreak, every inhabitant in the Dragunworth Fort was dead. Arakus claimed the fort for his own and made it the new strong hold for the Judgment. It wouldn't be known that this would be his big mistake until later days, but until now, he hadn't a worry in the world. Arakus moved forward to the town that was nearly a half mile away, his plans were to assault it head on depriving it from gathering too many of its soldiers. He didn't need but a rally of 50 Judgment to do this. He raced into the town like a panther chasing a wounded animal. Three Judgment followed him, the others took post in key locations around the town. The four of them brought death to the guards outside the doors to the castle, Arakus kept his pace up breaking in the doors with a well-placed kick, each door slammed into guards on the other side. The warriors brought death to the castle slowly having to fight through guards to get to the Count and Countess. Once every guard was massacred they entered the Private Chambers where the three Judgment took the battle to the Body Guards of the Count and Countess, Arakus of course took advantage and beheaded both with speed so great it was barely noticed until he was to the door, both heads slid off the necks of the ex-rulers of the town.
The following Day the Town was called present to the courtyard, Arakus stood on the Balcony watching them all, and once every member of the town was present he began a speech, “Citizens of this town, I am here to take control of it. Last night while you may have slept a battle emitted against the tyrants of this town. . ." The entrance to the courtyard was blocked off now by a strong line of Judgment ". . . and I must warn you all before death, the tyrants have won." As his speech ended the raw sound of steel against steel could be heard as the Judgment drew their blades. "In one full night, your city has been brought to hell and raped of its peace. Now, I will rape you of your souls." The Judgment advanced carving the citizens into a bloody mass of parts and corpses. The air was stale with the smell of blood, Arakus shed no smile but inside he saw satisfaction. Each of his warriors feasted on the souls that had recently passed, and now this Town would play host to their main stronghold. He sent a messenger to Fort Dragunhower. It took only a few hours for him to return, but he had several wounds, and a message etched on his back, he collapsed in front of Arakus, the message read, ‘Send no dark being to this place, for we've taken it for our own. You may have the few survivors for a ransom.’
Arakus being enraged gathered his force once more, he and the 46 surviving Judgment marched to the Fort. The place was covered in blood, and no doubt the demons that had captured it just barely won the fight. Alvion did his job well in protecting it, for they didn't encounter any resistance entering. Arakus told his platoon to split up into pairs and search and destroy. He would travel alone to find Alvion and the leader of this massacre. Resistance came heaviest at where he traveled. The dungeons were lined with blood and corpses covered the ground of both Judgment and Scavengers. The Scavengers were a bandit Demon race; they worked in large numbers breeding like rabbits. Alvion was pinned against the wall when he entered the room. A sword pinning him to the wall through his chest, his black blood ran down the stone, he gasped out grabbing Arix's left arm, "I give to you, my last gift, my son, Amin saloh nae llie. Oira coia.
Once again, the colorless light burned at the room, his left arm burned madly in sheer pain, his hand to his forearm to his shoulder began changing, and his skin turned a reddish color and began shifting darker as if burned. His arm up began mutating as well taking an armored look. The hand got a fiery blue glow to it and at once Alvion seemed to be pulled to it and slowly evaporated into the arm itself. Arakus fell to his knees in the pain, his red eye began to shine in the darkness, the Scavenger leader was now among him moving in with a blade drawn, it didn't take but a moment before the Scavenger was thrown against a wall without being touched, blind fury was behind it all, the wall opposite was loosening and large stones slammed into the Scavenger making him twisted and deformed looking as his rib cage was shattered and his skull was smashed. Blood gushed everywhere alongside his insides. Arakus exited the chamber, his men bowed as he did seeing what was left of Alvion was now the power that resided in his arm.
From this point on hell hasn't been so clear to Arakus until now. Losing someone who raised him from childbirth clicked in the sensation of war, and made his darkness grow. By the eve of his 28th birthday he brought death to many towns in the demon world. Each town was the same as the last, they all fell, and in the end Arakus was chanted by each Judgment. Arakus moved in on a single town to display his power. This town gave host to something he would never wish to relive. . .
Chapter 3
The 2450 year old War
He planned a Full scale invasion on one of the larger towns. It was host to a warlord and a massive army, this army was the army of the dead. Outside the town it seemed as if all life was great inside, but it was all a puppet act. The Corpses did as they were commanded until someone stray enter their domain. The corpses were called Nexin, and the puppet master Nexous. Nexous had an iron grip on dark arts; he was a wizard and warlord of some sort. But what was unknown to him, was that he was about to face the greatest enemy one could ask for. Arakus entered the town alone at first; he noticed the surroundings were terribly wrong. Nothing was as it seemed. . .
The first attack came and the Judgment were swift into coming to Arakus’s aid. They fought both sides reaping the corpses back to hell. Arakus moved on with his blade drawn, he threw out his arm and the large structure next to him exploded. He shifted his weight and broke into it coming face to face with the Warlord. At once he had to engage into battle. The two were equal in speed, but Arakus held the skill. Their blades ricocheted off each other, Arakus turned avoiding the counter swing and thrust his blade into the under belly of the Warlord. He turned his blade upside down and turned with the Warlord at high speeds releasing him into the burning door and out into the streets. At once the Corpses dropped dead, Arakus exited the burning building with a new profound look of satisfaction on his face, he half smirked and chuckled lightly, “Burn this city to the ground, if anyone is alive still kill them. Rally up when you're done, we're moving on to Shadow City."
Shadow city, it was a large gaping hole of crime, dishonor, and scum. It held host too many bounty hunters, mercs, druggies, and hookers. Even so, it posed the biggest threat in the Demon World. The Judgment and Arakus gathered at nearly 300 fold. They began their travel over 40 miles of barren desert toward the city. The black mass of his army was like a blanket covering the tanned sand under their feet. It was an added relief that where the Judgment walked to sun stopped shining. All was cool; they entered the city from different sides at about 20 a group as traders. They each took point and war broke out. The whole city was in panic, they had heard of the Black Plague of Judgment, but they never thought it would get inside the large steel walls of Shadow City. All at once the edges of the city fell, it was a slaughter now, there was nowhere to run anymore, and no way to escape, everyone in the city would die, everyone except, Valen Dreth, a master assassin and his rallied up bounty hunters and mercenaries. They put the fight to the center of the city without any trouble. Their power was great, but it was numbers that won in the end. The forces fell and only one place was left, city hall, where Dreth was protecting the Mayor of the city. Arakus had the entire building blockaded and he moved in breaking down the large wood doors and fighting strong and hard.
"Death shall become you," chanted the Judgment as they massacred the entire building. Arakus always went alone he was faster than the Judgment and could easily create a path of destruction through his powers to manipulate gravity of objects. He barrel rolled and planted both feet on the mayor’s doors breaking them, they fell perfectly with his footing and he began dueling with five guards at once. The Ajerians speed was amazing. He clashed blades and at once chopped and carved each foe down, some two in one swing. Dreth drew his Mammoth Sword and burst forward clashing blades with Arakus, his blade ricocheted off when Arakus shifted his hands, it happened to quickly, Arakus's blade had turned downward, it entered his shoulder, a blind pain seared threw his body, the blade cut down straight through Nerves and veins and entered his heart. Dreths eyes had busted blood vessels in them and were stained with red blotches, he spat out blood and fell backwards onto the carpet.
"God isn't listening to your cries," spoke Arakus as he stepped over Dreth staring at the fearful mayor, “and he most definitely doesn't give a fuck about you."
Arakus raised his sword and went to cut down but the Mammoth sword caught the back of it. He looked over his shoulder, Dreth was standing, his eyes were blood red, his wound was healed perfectly, "Ah yes, an Immortal," announced Arakus as he turned and planted a foot into Dreths stomach, at once they clashed blades three times, both spun off the last and thrust his sword sliding blade against blade impaling each other in the chest, they withdrew and kept fighting making glancing blows on the blades. Arakus finally grew bored, he leapt back and swung his blade, a black energy flew off it in a sharp looking form. It hit Dreth in the chest and cut straight through painting the walls with blood. Arakus continued the attack rapidly, Dreths left arm fell to the floor, his body was being carved apart, his right arm fell, Arakus found the opening, he landed on a foot and leapt forward, Dreths eyes widened just as he felt cold steel against his throat and closed when he felt it at his spine. His head fell to the floor and rolled. The Mayor was cowering in the corner with a familiar puddle under him. . .
Arakus walked out of the room holding the head of the Mayor, his Judgment were bowing as he did; everything in the city had been slaughtered. He was 2450 years old on this glorious day. His reputation was catching up to him, and the Arch Devil Mundus was taking notice to him. Mundus knew he wasn't stupid enough to attack his castle yet, and Arakus knew Mundus was stupid enough to think that he wouldn't. The sky was dark, and the ground was dark with Judgment. They had multiplied with the slaughter of the City, using the ones they killed as Hosts. It was an army of nearly 800 at Mundus' door step. Each one had a blade drawn and was staring up at the large castle as they marched toward it. They heard the battle cry and heard the loud sound as if there was a stampede. In front of them was a large force of reaper like warriors, they had swords, daggers, clubs, axes, armor, shields, the works. The Judgment took this chance to get ahead of Arakus and start the battle.
Only half an hour passed, the reapers had proven worthless in the face of the extremely skilled Judgment army. They looked over to the main doors and saw a black figure turn and re-enter the castle leaving both doors open. The army closed in around the castle and began entering, from inside the cries of death could be heard, they were being picked off as they entered, the doors were too small and there must have been something strong inside. Arakus pushed the crowd away, “Leave this to me, and make sure no one escapes!"
He burst into the castle and saw not a army, not a militia, no platoon, just a single demon knight. He was armored resembling some kind of insect perhaps, he had a large sword that was similar to his own husk. He let off a feeling of uncomfort somehow. His words were then heard, “I am Sparda, and whom do I face in this unfortunate incident?"
This was the Legendary Dark Knight he had heard so much about. He ran forward with his sword in the form of a Broad sword, his hand at the ready, he swung and both blades hit sending sparks around the room, Arakus put his hand forward onto Sparda's chest and sent him against the opposite wall making the statue of which he hit collapse, " Arakus," he responded with a completely evil smile across his face. He would enjoy this battle, finally, someone worthy of his skill. Sparda's wings opened and he took flight, Arakus leapt up using his gravity defying power take effect, they clashed blades a couple more times, and then Sparda grabbed Arakus sending him through the ceiling. Both were now standing in a large hall, at one end was a staircase, at the other was two solid doors. Sparda and Arix clashed locking blades in place; Sparda yelled out to him, "Why are you pursuing this?"
"Because I'm going to kill everyone in this damn world, every last immortal and mortal!"
"You are nothing but a fool!"
"You'll see," Arakus broke the lock and round house kicked Sparda in the chest throwing him off his feet and into the door. He ran forward to do the finishing blow but Sparda fell backwards threw the opening doors stumbling into another sword lock. There sat Mundus on his throne, watching the little show, each time one got hit they healed nearly instantly under the pressure of the wound. Finally the fight came to its climax, Sparda slashed Arakus deeply across the stomach, and he grabbed him by the throat and tossed him across the ground to Mundus' feet. A silence came over them, Arakus had still gripped his sword even being unconscious, his eyes shot open, he stood and fell to a knee staring down Sparda, then Mundus spoke, "you did well child. . . You've stood toe to toe with one of my greatest warriors, for that I commend you. You deserve a side on my throne, a place in my army."
Arakus stopped his heavy breathing and glanced behind him, he was at a loss, faced by two that could kill him at this moment due to his injuries. He straightened up and jumped sending down a powerful wave of energy which even Mundus had the smallest trouble of stopping. "Fuck you," he yelled just as he hit the ceiling breaking through with another surge of power. The Judgment saw this and vanished like smoke. Arakus had finally been defeated for the first time. He wouldn't get his revenge. Nearly 30 years passed by the time he heard of Mundus’s fall and Sparda’s supposed death.
Chapter 4
The Lust of Blood and Love
Over the next 1000 years Arakus searched for answers to all his questions, he was confused on why he couldn't defeat Sparda, he was still thinking of what went wrong, it was an even match, but the verdict was on Sparda for whatever reason. These questions stopped when the lost kingdom of Alvin Rose back to power. Arakus traveled to the kingdom once he entered he set eyes on a woman whose beauty was so great it even blinded him. Her name was Elyion, she was the kings daughter. For the first few weeks he watched her, saw that where ever she went a guard followed. She daily traveled to the Andie Clothier at the noon hour. Arakus got one of his Judgment and advised a plan. The Judgment would attack the guard, and he would run in for the save.
That noon hour rolled around, the Guard followed her and the Judgment attacked. It killed the guard and Arakus leapt into action locking blades and batting the Judgments away until it fled. He looked at Elyion whose eyes were full of fear, but even so she leapt and wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed, “You... You saved me. Thank you, but- but why? You are a Demon," she said looking up into his eyes, she was brave enough to jump on him, but all at once he felt regret. He snapped out of it when he heard the snap of a Guard Whistle. He pushed her away and let onto the wall, “I must go, I'll be back soon," he yelled down to her and leapt over it.
A set number of days passed, Elyion often stood on her balcony waiting for Him. One night it came true, she turned away and walked into the room, he appeared onto the balcony and startled her into a small shriek. There then came a loud wrap on the door and a guard called in, “Are you alright Lady Elyion?"
"Yes, yes, Sorry, bad dream," she said back and slowly walked to Arakus,"I knew you'd come back, I'm Elyion, and, you are?"
He was smiling somewhat when he answered, “I go by the name of Arakus," he began and put an arm around her drawing her close, he put his figure on her lips when she went to answer back and hushed her. He drew in close to her and kissed her on the lips, her eyes opened wide when the sickening sound of metal cutting into the squishy underbelly of the princess, she moaned loudly and fell limp in his arms, he dropped the bloody dagger and held her while he walked to the bedside and set her down, “Nothing personal Milady, but I cannot kill your father with you being alive, my apologies."
The guards obviously heard this and broke into the room with swords drawn, the first one was decapitated by the Umbra, and the next didn't even see the sword as it stabbed into his heart from the side of the now falling body. Arakus pushed both aside and exited the room, he swiftly worked cutting down guard by guard before they could say a word. Arakus made his way straight to the Kings Bedroom door. He broke the door in quickly locking blades with a body guard, the other ran forward, Arakus pushed the blade and broke the body guards wrist making him drop the blade but it was hurled into the other body guards skull when the Umbra pushed it, as the Umbra was extended though it came crashing into the side of the neck of the other body guards neck, he fell. The King and his Wife had shuffled to the side of the room, Arakus held his hand up and the Wife lifted into the air, he clenched a fist and her yells drowned the sound of her insides being crushed. Her bloody body hit the floor; the King yelled but got caught under the eye by the Umbra.
He walked to the main hall and sat in the Kings Large throne. Leaning lazily into it putting his right elbow to rest on one side with his head in his hand, the left glowing hand rested flatly on the other side, where it rested the wood rest turned black in rot. The day became new, the Judgment rushed the city as told, small resistance came, and they broke into the castle and saw no guard was alive, Arakus sat in his new Throne, blood stained his cloths, “You’re late..."
Arakus remained there on that throne for a small time. He used the cities walls to defend against the incoming armies from the north and east looking to take down the King of Judgment. Instead they exhausted their resources in choke points forcing their men to be slaughtered ruthlessly by the everlasting Judgment forces. With the armies put down Arakus sent the Judgment army to the north to the First city.
Once there Arakus did battle with the demon king Ragnos. Ragnos had captured the First city eons ago, he was the sole reason the entire underworld was locked off from entering the mortal world. Arakus and the Judgment army of a thousand entered the city and went to all-out war against the reavers under Ragnos’s control. Eventually the gateway was stormed and Arakus faced Ragnos on his own terms face to face. With the experience behind Arakus and the perfection he had created with his sword and style he easily felled the demon king of the gateway and entered the mortal world once again.
Arakus looked to the sky seeing a city massive in size. Welcome to Isafaro. A black army marched on the city.
