Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 3, 2012 15:17:30 GMT -6
Name: Alistair Black
Aliases: The Black Prince, The King of the Damned
Age: 1322
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Bound Ajerian
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Place of Birth: Castillia
Physical Appearance: His Ajerian aura is red, as are his eyes and the theme he follows for his clothing. His hair is short and black sitting rather tidy on his head. He has a number of tattoos covering parts of his body. Alistairs body is also very lean and toned. He stands at 6’ and weighs 160 lbs. His right arm is the embodiment of his Ajerian.
Special Abilities: Alistair shares many of the typical abilities to other bound Ajerians. However he has several abilities that separate him from the others:
Weapons: Velvel’s Dagger: A dagger artifact that has the spirit of Velvel Hart. The dagger is a living being that uses its life force to produce power and energy.
Colt 1911: The pistol of Castillia, no one knows how it got there but a gunsmith came through the void of the Tenth City and sold the design nearly a thousand years ago.
History:
‘This story begins 2000 years after their guardian Arix Himura disappeared completely leaving only a legion of one hundred Judgment behind to protect them. Castillia had become a continent protected by seas on all sides. But beyond the 7 Pillars was darkness… This story is of Alistair, a child who grows into a man, who becomes the Black Prince, and eventually the King of the Damned.’
Chapter 1
Child of Judgment part 2
The Aryama bloodline died nearly five hundred years ago to a lucky assassin. Castillia had been ruled by them for nearly 2500 years now. The night raid was conducted by a Judgment and bandits. One could wonder why exactly the Judgment would turn on his kin or the empire that housed his people, the fact was the empire was dead.
For the first time the throne was up for grabs. The Judgment bowed to their new King though, he was corrupt and power hungry, like any politician. The King was named, Lucien Black, he possessed an artifact that controlled the Judgment at his will. Edion was the senior Judgment in charge, he stood as Lucien’s attack dog.
Birth in Castillia was not always pleasant. Tonight was more of a gore show than a birth however. A woman lay in the hospital motionless. Her legs spread and tied down, her head blown to one side missing all the flesh on her left side of her face and had a massive hole in the top side of her skull. A doctor lay on the ground riddled with holes. The entire room was washed over with blood. The woman’s husband lay across her stomach, a hundred holes in his back. A baby cried out for its mother.
The soldier picked up the child and looked him over he looked to Edion next to him and handed the child to the Judgment who disappeared. Edion appeared before the king and presented the child. Lucien took the child in his hands, “You are dismissed Edion.” The Judgment stood and exited the room. Lucien frowned at the child and looked him over. The prophet came into the light, “His name is Alistair. He is to be the Black Prince.”
Lucien pulled his Colt 1911 from his holster and put it to the child’s head, he pulled the trigger but the gun didn’t fire. He would throw the gun aside and hold the child out, Luciens voice was dark, “If I cannot kill him then he will be my success.” For some reason the Prophet smiled and stepped back into the dark.
The boy as raised as royalty. He was a Kings son after all. However, his father was secretly training him to become an assassin. By age five he was learning the art of murder. By the time he was ten he had already killed a man and was a very dark and emotionless child. His father gave him whatever he wanted so long as he would do the tasks he was assigned to do.
One would think it silly to have a child assassin, but who expects a child covered in dirt looking for his mother to be a killer? By the time he was fifteen he had killed many rebellion leaders who would stand against his father’s wrath. All the while Edion watched in the darkness in disgust. He was supposed to train this murderer? Edion couldn’t refuse, but he would make sure the boy was beaten severely for his actions every time they would battle.
Lucien finally introduced Alistair to Edion and the Judgment. “I would like you to cease training with the local gyms and my soldiers, you are to now train with Edion and learn his way of death. Edion has trained many murderers in his time, I’m sure he won’t attest to one more.” Edion bowed before Lucien, if only the King knew his true thoughts.
Edion removed his hood, his face was mask like, pale white, his nose was nonexistent aside from two slits for nostrils, he had a thin mouth, and his eyes were sunken back behind dark circles. The color of his eyes was inverted, white pupils with black surroundings, “I will train your child My Lord. However, I will wish to train him right away with a proper sword.”
Alistair spit at the Judgment, he followed by saying, “My knife is better to conceal than a sword. Everyone will know me an assassin if I carry around a giant fuckin’ blade.”
Edion wiped the spit from his chest and bowed, “As you wish. I will attempt to learn you in the style of Merjutsu Shank.”
It was unexpected, but Alistair was faster and better than most of the Judgment Edion threw at him. He started off slow but he learned quickly and would quickly adapt and outmatch almost all of them. Edion eventually stepped in himself. While they fought the first time Edion made sure to leave a mark beating down the boy as hard as he possibly could until Alistair couldn’t stand anymore. He looked down on Alistair and said, “You will never learn Merjutsu, you will never learn our ways.”
Alistair slowly attempted to stand and Edion planted a foot into his chest rolling him over. Edion raised his blade and attempted to stab down and end the boys life, however he was struck down and killed by a sword himself. The assailant was Arion, the assassin who killed the Aryama bloodline. Edions soul was shattered it would take him years to recover. Arion helped the boy to his feet and nodded to him.
His voice was cold, “I am your guardian and your savior. I will teach you things you cannot learn otherwise. I am currently the best assassin in Castillia, all I ask, when this is over become bound with me, and I will take you to heights you’ve never seen before. Do you accept?”
Alistair simply nodded his head and took Arion’s hand shaking it. The two had a lot in common, they were cold blooded murderers and very quiet. Under Arion’s training he advanced more quickly than his predecessor. Even as a human this boy showed unnatural speed, agility, and stamina. His strength was unmatched even by body builders, his fighter IQ was high enough to out-smart almost anything that came his way.
In a year’s time he would finish his training in an altered Merjutsu way combining pistol and knife as a weapon as well as his body. He was ready for his first test in the real world. The Dark Army of the Chaos Knights stood on the doorstep of the Castillian continent.
Chapter 2
Szithrel Harventhen d' Elghinn
“Killian d' Yah, it means sword of god. But I do not believe in such a thing. I believe there is only death. And with that Killian d’ Elghinn was born,” said Arion drawing in the dirt with his long slender finger, “Sword of Death, for you Velvel d’ Elghinn, but it can be used the same way. Watch.”
Arion stood and faced away from his dirt drawing and drew his sword, as he did an intense pressure released from it and blew the entire side of the house he faced to pieces. The occupants inside the house were left a bloody mess on the opposite wall, Arion kneelt down and continued drawing, “It is the energy you use that creates the pressure, with a knife you can do more because of the ease of use.
“Imagine a thousand slashes of pressure on a target. You won’t get the impact I got or do the damage, but the target you assault will be killed effortlessly.”
Before they could continue the training hundreds of explosions went off across the city. Boats arrived carrying thousands upon thousands of knights. They were the Chaos Knights, those who rode the ship straight from hell to the face of the earth. They weren’t as well known as the Abyss Knights, but they still made a huge impact on the demon world recently with their destruction of an entire ring of hell.
The Knights army rushed into the port side of the massive city murdering a nice long path through the city being matched only by Luciens soldiers. The Judgment were nowhere to be seen, for they knew they were outnumbered and Lucien wished for them to be at his side protecting him, not his citizens. Arion and Alistair met the assault of the Chaos knights head long. Their knights were all demonic in some kind of way. Even if they were formerly human something was off about them.
Arion killed the three that came at him in one swing. Alistair dove head first at the other two, he fired his Colt 1911 at the one on the life while he danced around the rights sword slash and began insanely stabbing him until he stopped moving like his friend.
“We need to return to the castle to get your father out,” said Arion. Alistair looked at him and laughed, “Fuck my father, all he’s wanted for me is to take out his trash. I am not doing it anymore.”
Arion lowered his head, “I cannot go against your father, he controls my actions with his artifact. And I am not strong enough to overpower it.”
“Then I guess it’s time to do that binding shit you talked about,” Alistair said.
Arion laughed, “It’s too soon for that.”
“Bullshit. You just don’t want me using your power.”
“It’s not that at all, you’re not ready for this kind of power, it’ll corrupt you.”
“Hah! I’m already corrupt Arion, I don’t give a shit,” Alistair holstered his pistol and his knife, “Let’s do this shit.”
Arion stood there for a second thinking then finally nodded, he ran Alistair threw with his sword splattering blood everywhere, “What the… fuck.” Alistair hit the ground on his hands and knee’s bleeding out. Arion raised his hand to Alistair and recited, “Wun l' kaas d'lil Ajerians, Usstan ualstin nindol dalhar tlu yvalm saph l' ze'zhuanthen.” Red light blasted from the alleyway high into the sky for everyone to see.
The Chaos Knights scouts made it to the scene first and they ran straight into a new kind of monster. He raised his Colt and fired, the red energy that trailed the bullet seemed to strengthen it as slammed into the chest of the front knight blowing a massive cannon ball sized hole through him that killed and injured the knights behind him. He laughed at his new power, “Usstan tlun Alistair, lu' dos orn jal el!”
Originally the thought was to join the knights and kills his father for the throne, now however, he would simply go to the castle and kill his father for the throne.
First he had to get through the Knight that just arrived. He was fully armored with a sword and shield, the man stepped on the dying soldier Alistair shot crushing him under his foot. Alistair smiled and pulled his knife free from his belt holster, “Alright big guy, just chill out for a second.”
He swung his claymore at Alistair who ducked under it and stepped forward slashing a huge arch with his knife releasing a pressure from it that would simply dent the armor, “Oh I see.” Szithrel harventhen d' Elghinn was born as Alistair continued to slash his way through the armor cutting into the Knights chest and eventually into his arteries. Blood puddled his vision and the knight fell. He kicked the knight and turned away from him walking the road to the castle whistling as he did, any citizen he saw he shot for the sheer pleasure of watching their bodies tumble around.
Chapter 3
The King of the Damned
Alistair entered the castle through the ruined front gate. There were a hundred dead men of Castillia behind him now. He marched his way to the throne room where his father stood pacing back and forth.
“Father,” Alistair said stepping into the room.
Lucien turned to look at him, his eyes widened at what his son had become, “No no no! Why? Why would you allow yourself to become one of them!?”
“For the power, father. I have never felt so alive,” Alistair halted where he stood. The Judgment in the room circled it on either side. They all kneeled down before the Ajerian.
“What are you doing? Stand up!” Lucien was obviously furious with his son and his royal servants. But they didn’t follow his order, even with him holding the artifact. The Judgment were free because of Alistair’s power, it toppled over the control sphere allowing him to command the legion of dark shadows.
“They will not, Brother. I am their king now.”
Lucien drew his Colt 1911 from his side and aimed it for his brother who raised his as well, Lucien almost growled his words, “I treated you like my son, and I cared for you. But here you are now, defying everything I taught you.”
“Whatever do you mean father? Are you suggesting that I’m here to kill you?” Alistair smiled.
“I am.”
“And you’re right.”
Lucien pulled his trigger several times; the bullets hit Alistair in the chest and neck area and dropped him to the floor. He lay motionless for a moment but then began sitting up which was when Lucien began walking toward Alistair shooting him in the chest over and over again until he ran out of bullets. His son laid still now, the Judgment however continued to kneel against their masters wishes. Lucien turned his back and walked back to his throne but midway there he heard Alistair standing, bullets hit the floor as they pushed their way from his body.
“You can’t kill me brother,” Alistair said wiping the blood from his bottom lip.
Lucien bowed his head, “I know. But that felt good to try. You are an abomination now.” Alistair was walking toward him and put his gun away, he put his right hand on his father’s shoulder and turned him. Alistair embraced his father in a hug.
“I love you father.”
“And I despise you son.”
Alistair stabbed him in the back where his heart was, Lucien just gripped Alistair’s jacket tightly as the knife entered his heart and was pulled out again. Alistair slowly set him onto the floor, “No hard feelings.”
Lucien spit blood at him, and then Alistair plunged the knife into his chest, five times, ten times, a hundred, until he could see his fathers mutilated heart. His hands were covered in blood as he stood up to the sound of metal chainmail moving into the room. The Judgment stay completely still looking as if they were statues.
Chaos Knights entered the room and half circled where Alistair was. Their platoon leader stood in the center of this half-moon looking down at Alistair. His voice was grisly, “You killed the king for us. Thank you, our trouble is now over. I will be reporting this to High Marshal Lachney. But first, kill him.”
Alistair stood up slowly as the Chaos Knights moved in on him. He was laughing, laughing at them drawing nearer and nearer. With lightning speed he drew his Colt 1911 and fired at the right side dropping all six Knights with precise shots to the head. The other Knights rushed in trying to avoid the same fate but Alistair walked to the right avoiding them slightly as the Judgment on the right side came to life rushing past him and murdering the Knights before they knew what hit them.
Their Leader stood alone astonished at what just happened. Alistair turned around and walked toward him with his pistol raised, “Sorry to disappoint you, but I am the Black Prince… No, I am the King of the Damned, and this is my city now. So I’ll kindly ask you to get the fuck out in the best way I know.”
He fired the first shot which blew the knights right shoulder off, his arm hung by strands. The Knight stepped back in shock and pain. He fell to a knee and Alistair put the gun to the back of his head, “I am true Chaos.”
The bullet blew his head clean off his shoulders the body slumped over and was dead before dinner. Alistair turned to the Judgment, “Your King is here. Where you were abandoned before now you have someone else to follow into battle. We will reunite the broken clans of the Judgment and make he who abandoned you here pay for his mistake.
“But first,” He walked out the throne room. Eventually he came to the exit of the Castle where an entire unit of a hundred Chaos Knights stood waiting for him. Alistair motioned at them, “You guys, you didn’t’ have to throw me a party to celebrate my rise to Kingship! How thoughtful of you.”
Arrows came over the wall all aiming at killing him. However, the walls of the keep erupt with hundreds of Judgment blocking the paths of the Arrows. Alistair raised his pistol and began firing on the troops that were now full sprint running at him. Each shot took out multiple enemies or threw a corpse into the flanking ranks slowing them as they had to avoid getting pummeled by a dead body.
The first of the Knights to get to Alistair were quickly annihilated by a pistol whip from hell that too them off their feet breaking their bones and leaving them in extreme conditions. The Judgment landed hard all around him fighting back the Knights as he continued firing through the crowds leveling several more of the Knights. It was a glorious day to die, sadly for them it was their day.
Eventually they pushed the Knights back, out of the Castle walls where they continued to advance into the city, a hundred black cloaked figures marching down a thousand armored knights. The tide of war would change soon enough when the Generals and Marshalls of the Chaos Knights stepped off the ships…
Chapter 4
Cutting through the Legions of Chaos
Alistair hadn’t enough soldiers to make any major offense. But likewise, the Chaos Knights hadn’t thrown anyone strong enough to halt Alistair in his tracks, only slow him steadily. The city of Castillia was in ruin on one side, soldiers came in from the opposite side and through the Dark Hills in an attempt to drive back the Chaos knights from the Royal front, but even they didn’t know what was going on.
No word from their king meant the war was a loss; they only fought now to save their friends and families. But more and more became aware of Alistair as he walked the streets of the Royal ports shooting holes through the Chaos Knights. He became known as the second coming of Arix in the lands of Castillia as he pushed around the Legions of Chaos.
Their Generals came into play now. The first would reach Alistair as he made it to the Bridgewell Marketplace. The General of Destruction, Ryonkovich. He was a sorcerer first and a knight second, but his knowledge of destruction magic was unmatched in the lands of Castillia. When Alistair made it into the opening of the Bazaar he was instantly struck by a dark ball of energy that slammed him against the building behind him.
“You son of a bitch,” Alistair stood up and began firing his pistol at the General who lifted his hand blocking each of the bullets with a fire ward, the bullets would melt on impact with the 50,000 degree ward. Alistair continued firing at the General who continued to hold up his ward melting the bullets. Ryonkovich turned his body from the onslaught keeping the ward between him and the bullet but giving his left hand some distance from his body as he built up another dark energy sphere.
In a split second the energy ball was heading straight for Alistair who took to running at it and leaping over it like a game of leap frog. He continued firing his weapon in this process keeping the General on his toes with his ward making it impossible for the General to gather up a good offense. The General fired another ball of energy that Alistair avoided with a swift turn to the left. He rushed in now noticing as Ryonkovich was struggling keeping his ward up.
Alistair was right in his assessment as he drove his dagger straight into the neck of the General as his ward fell. Alistair holstered his pistol and clutched the face of the General, bright red light shined from the contact as he began absorbing knowledge from the General until he died.
With his first obstacle out of the way he continued forward the Judgment at his heels even more steady now seeing what he was capable of.
The Castle was lost by the coming of the Grand Marshal. He took it over as his place of command forcing the royal capital of Castillia to fall. Alistair was still moving toward the docks where the ships had landed days ago. He didn’t know of the ambush of Generals that awaited him, but he knew he would kill anyone in his way to his destination.
When Alistair arrived to the docks he was first met by two Angels, one wearing silver the other in gold. Behind them was a lunar elf armored at the head and from his waist down, he was armed with a claymore. Along with them was another but she was a seer and their commanding officer.
“Kill him,” she said and the Angels moved forward at blinding speed. Alistair fired his weapon at the two of them only landing a single shot on the shield of the silver one. The golden one slashed with his claymore but Alistair pulled up the fire ward he learned from Ryonkovich causing the blade to collide with nothing but magic. The temperature suddenly rose between the two forcing the golden angel to move back out of fear of being engulfed in flames.
The Elf moved between the two of them as they fell back a few steps. He thrust his blade forward but was dropped in one shot as the pistol blew a hole through his exposed chest ragdolling his body straight off the dock. The Angels came in for another attack avoiding his pistol.
Alistair had barely a second to move out of their combined attack causing them to clash with one another. Instead he aimed for the seer firing his weapon again but she called up a barrier that exploded in shards as the bullet hit, the shards shot at him and the Judgment came to his aid using their bodies to protect their master.
“Ajerians?” The seer was baffled by this, she couldn’t read his soul for it was incognito, but these Judgment before her amazed her, the race had died out nearly ten thousand years ago, how could they be here?
Alistair pulled his knife free easily parrying a blow from the claymore with his turning momentum. The other Angel looked to take him out from behind but in mid turn he fired his weapon forcing the Angel to abort his attack and roll to the side. His foot connected with the golden angel pushing him back. Alistair felt something prick his neck and he moved forward avoiding a slash from a massive claymore.
The elf was undead, his body had sealed shut the wound he placed on the General and it was still moving even in its dead state. He rolled to the side avoiding the swipe from the golden Angel and brought his boot straight up into the shield of the silver Angel as he kicked himself back onto his feet.
“Come on guys, I’m just one man, give me a break,” Alistair laughed and began shooting holes in the Elf. He didn’t try to avoid the Angels as the Judgment appeared on either side of him blocking their attacks as he reduced the Elf to a mess of rotting meat. The Judgment on his right side pushed the claymore back and disappeared, Alistair stepped inside the range of the sword and drove his dagger into the soft area of the armor and broke the blade off in the Angels kidney.
As he stepped back and fired his weapon into the Angels chest which threw him off his feet and across the ground leaving a thick blood trail. The Judgment on his left disappeared and Alistair fired point blank leveling the silver Angels head off his shoulders.
The Seer raised her barrier again as Alistair turned his weapon on her and fired. The bullet once again shattered the barrier but this time only a massive surge of energy fired toward him throwing him away from her. Lightning came to her palms shooting thick beams of energy at him which he pulled up the fire ward to block, “Jesus woman, give me a break!”
At that moment the skies opened and thousands of black cloaked beings came through the rift. Alistair watched as they all descended on the seer stabbing and maiming her until she dropped to her knees. Two Judgment grabbed her arms and Alistair walked toward her grabbing her by the throat with his Ajerian arm and began absorbing her knowledge and energy.
He looked at the new arrivals, they were different than his Judgment, they were armored slightly, “Who is your master?”
The Judgment bowed to him, “You are, master.”
“No who was your former master?”
“Lord Arix, but he has disappeared so we have come to the strongest Ajerian energy source. We are your legion.”
“My Legion? My army…”
Chapter 5
Chaos No More
With an extremely seasoned army at his disposal they marched back to the castle. These Judgment that Arix had commanded were far stronger and less likely to fall in battle due to their combat resume. They arrived at the Castle and broke through the walls in seconds.
The Judgment swarmed over the towers taking out the archers and descended down into the courtyard where they would engage in open combat against the remaining Chaos Generals. Alistair thought to simply walk straight into the Keep.
As he entered he was instantly engaged in battle against an assassin, Velvel. The assassin had soul stealing daggers that could end the fight in seconds. As Alistair blew chunks of foundation from under his feet the assassin continued to get closer and closer. Velvel swiped with one dagger followed by the other attempting to kill Alistair, but the Ajerian King pistol whipped one of the daggers out of the way and twisted his body planting his foot into the assassins’ chest causing the second slash to miss him by miles.
Velvel was on her feet in seconds and back on her assault trying to steal the soul of the Ajerian King, but she wasn’t as fast as Alistair was, he twisted his colt around using it as a parrying tool against the daggers and when she wasn’t expecting it he drove his knee into her chin dropping her unconscious. Alistair picked up one of her daggers and stabbed her with it, she instantly came back to life as the blade began stealing its last soul.
“Bitch didn’t know who she was fucking with,” he said holding up the dagger which radiated energy from it. To make sure no one could use the other dagger he shot it blowing it to pieces. Alistair entered the central chamber where the Grand Marshal stood waiting for him. The man was massive in armor that covered his entire body.
“I am Grand Marshal Apollyon.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Alistair said pulled the hammer back on his Colt 1911 as he walked to the center of the chamber, “You’re standing in my castle.”
Alistair wouldn’t give Apollyon the benefit of speaking as he fired his weapon, but the lord of Chaos who had single handedly leveled an entire layer of Hell wouldn’t be easily taken down by modern weapons. The bullet was stopped simply by a thought and the entire castle shuddered when his demonic pressure rose. The walls around them and the ceiling gave away taking out the entire top floor of the castle. Rubble showered those fighting at the base of the keep.
Apollyon pulled his massive war glaive from his back and readied it, “Not even the Gods can save you now.”
“I don’t need gods to kill you,” Alistair began circling the room shooting his pistol at Apollyon, but the Lord of Chaos was far too strong for this simple assault, the bullets kept veering around the monster as he advanced on Alistair. “Come on then you cheap fucker!”
The war glaive swiped out at Alistair quickly, the energy that erupt off it left a massive chunk of the keep tower several yards away from the room they stood missing. Alistair had rolled out the way and rushed forward using his blade skill to attempt cutting through the armored husk of the Chaos Lord, but to no avail. Even as he used his special abilities and the Thousand Cuts of Death, the armor was just too empowered.
Alistair watched as the war glaive came within’ inches of hitting him, but he avoided it again by jumping. He was no match for the keeper of Chaos. However he still had something up his sleeve. As his feet hit the floor he holstered his weapon and yelled, “Usstan joros d' dos belbau uns'aa elghinn! Exist!”
His feet moved him forward and his fist drove into Apollyons armored chest, an explosion sounded off from above and the Chaos Knights looked up to see Apollyon plummeting from the tower and slam into the ground. He was followed by Alistair diving off the tower and firing his 1911 at Apollyons exposed chest. The Chaos Lord had stood though and was stopping the bullets mentally.
Alistairs body hit the ground on a knee, his knife had drawn blood, Apollyon felt death slowly wash over himself followed by an explosion that shot sparks in every direction. Alistair spent the rest of the day picking off the remaining Chaos Generals.
Chapter 6
Make Way for the King of the Damned
Following the defeat of the Chaos Knights, Alistair, went on to rule Castillia. He was a bored King who didn’t care much for his people, life went on as usual for them and nothing seemed to change. It was peaceful for a while. Alistair eventually left Castillia a thousand years later. He would follow the path of the Rockstar into the gates of hell.
Even two thousand years had passed and the realm of Hell was still a damaged husk of what it could have been. In the last ten thousand years the Abyss Knights had destroyed the first empires of the Ajerians. Lord Belial had locked away the Abyss, Arix had wrecked a path straight to Belial murdering him, the Chaos Knights had did a number on the empire that rose up in the aftermath. Mundas had eventually come to power and Sparda stopped him. Now Alistair stood in a land very different than his own…
The Reevers greeted him first. With one massive explosion of power he routed them all when they realized what he was. Eventually he walked the path straight to where Arix had defeated Belial. He had learned nothing of the one they called the Rockstar of Hell, instead he only grew to despise him more. Unlike Arix, Alistair went deeper into the pits of hell eventually coming to a gateway.
When he stepped through it he was thrown into a city that was destroyed and being assaulted by the legions of the Abyss. He was still on the trail then. He was sprinting to the scene of the final battles, the realm was falling apart around him, and he saw as several rifts were dragging anything they could touch into them. Alistair sighed, the Judgment were still at his heels, “fuck It let’s go!”
Alistair ran through the rift and felt a warmth come across him. He stepped out the other side and was looking across a massive sea of dark sand. He felt the instability of this world; he felt the shift of power in all directions as this plane of existence was being assaulted by multiple beings, “Seems like I’m a little late to the party. Hopefully Arix is here.”
Aliases: The Black Prince, The King of the Damned
Age: 1322
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Bound Ajerian
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Place of Birth: Castillia
Physical Appearance: His Ajerian aura is red, as are his eyes and the theme he follows for his clothing. His hair is short and black sitting rather tidy on his head. He has a number of tattoos covering parts of his body. Alistairs body is also very lean and toned. He stands at 6’ and weighs 160 lbs. His right arm is the embodiment of his Ajerian.
Special Abilities: Alistair shares many of the typical abilities to other bound Ajerians. However he has several abilities that separate him from the others:
- Hand of the Consumer: When someone was vulnerable he can grab them with his right hand and absorb knowledge from them. The effects of this leave the target feeling slightly weakened unless the target is to be killed then he continues to absorb knowledge from them until they shrivel away.
- Blazing Glory: With a swipe of his hand he releases a wave of flame that is accompanied by thousands of sparks.
- Superman Punch from Hell: He takes a leaping step forward and uses his energy in his fist punching forward causing massive damage to anything he hits.
- No such thing as Gravity: He can manipulate objects around him with his right arm as if they were not bound to gravity.
- Pistol Whip From Hell: With his Colt 1911 in his right hand he focuses a ton of energy into it and pistol whips the target typically breaking bone, or ripping away parts of their body.
- Fire Ward: A 50,000 degree magic shield he can conjure for a period of time. This magic was stolen after he killed General Ryokovich
- Others yet to be seen.
Weapons: Velvel’s Dagger: A dagger artifact that has the spirit of Velvel Hart. The dagger is a living being that uses its life force to produce power and energy.
Colt 1911: The pistol of Castillia, no one knows how it got there but a gunsmith came through the void of the Tenth City and sold the design nearly a thousand years ago.
History:
‘This story begins 2000 years after their guardian Arix Himura disappeared completely leaving only a legion of one hundred Judgment behind to protect them. Castillia had become a continent protected by seas on all sides. But beyond the 7 Pillars was darkness… This story is of Alistair, a child who grows into a man, who becomes the Black Prince, and eventually the King of the Damned.’
Chapter 1
Child of Judgment part 2
The Aryama bloodline died nearly five hundred years ago to a lucky assassin. Castillia had been ruled by them for nearly 2500 years now. The night raid was conducted by a Judgment and bandits. One could wonder why exactly the Judgment would turn on his kin or the empire that housed his people, the fact was the empire was dead.
For the first time the throne was up for grabs. The Judgment bowed to their new King though, he was corrupt and power hungry, like any politician. The King was named, Lucien Black, he possessed an artifact that controlled the Judgment at his will. Edion was the senior Judgment in charge, he stood as Lucien’s attack dog.
Birth in Castillia was not always pleasant. Tonight was more of a gore show than a birth however. A woman lay in the hospital motionless. Her legs spread and tied down, her head blown to one side missing all the flesh on her left side of her face and had a massive hole in the top side of her skull. A doctor lay on the ground riddled with holes. The entire room was washed over with blood. The woman’s husband lay across her stomach, a hundred holes in his back. A baby cried out for its mother.
The soldier picked up the child and looked him over he looked to Edion next to him and handed the child to the Judgment who disappeared. Edion appeared before the king and presented the child. Lucien took the child in his hands, “You are dismissed Edion.” The Judgment stood and exited the room. Lucien frowned at the child and looked him over. The prophet came into the light, “His name is Alistair. He is to be the Black Prince.”
Lucien pulled his Colt 1911 from his holster and put it to the child’s head, he pulled the trigger but the gun didn’t fire. He would throw the gun aside and hold the child out, Luciens voice was dark, “If I cannot kill him then he will be my success.” For some reason the Prophet smiled and stepped back into the dark.
The boy as raised as royalty. He was a Kings son after all. However, his father was secretly training him to become an assassin. By age five he was learning the art of murder. By the time he was ten he had already killed a man and was a very dark and emotionless child. His father gave him whatever he wanted so long as he would do the tasks he was assigned to do.
One would think it silly to have a child assassin, but who expects a child covered in dirt looking for his mother to be a killer? By the time he was fifteen he had killed many rebellion leaders who would stand against his father’s wrath. All the while Edion watched in the darkness in disgust. He was supposed to train this murderer? Edion couldn’t refuse, but he would make sure the boy was beaten severely for his actions every time they would battle.
Lucien finally introduced Alistair to Edion and the Judgment. “I would like you to cease training with the local gyms and my soldiers, you are to now train with Edion and learn his way of death. Edion has trained many murderers in his time, I’m sure he won’t attest to one more.” Edion bowed before Lucien, if only the King knew his true thoughts.
Edion removed his hood, his face was mask like, pale white, his nose was nonexistent aside from two slits for nostrils, he had a thin mouth, and his eyes were sunken back behind dark circles. The color of his eyes was inverted, white pupils with black surroundings, “I will train your child My Lord. However, I will wish to train him right away with a proper sword.”
Alistair spit at the Judgment, he followed by saying, “My knife is better to conceal than a sword. Everyone will know me an assassin if I carry around a giant fuckin’ blade.”
Edion wiped the spit from his chest and bowed, “As you wish. I will attempt to learn you in the style of Merjutsu Shank.”
It was unexpected, but Alistair was faster and better than most of the Judgment Edion threw at him. He started off slow but he learned quickly and would quickly adapt and outmatch almost all of them. Edion eventually stepped in himself. While they fought the first time Edion made sure to leave a mark beating down the boy as hard as he possibly could until Alistair couldn’t stand anymore. He looked down on Alistair and said, “You will never learn Merjutsu, you will never learn our ways.”
Alistair slowly attempted to stand and Edion planted a foot into his chest rolling him over. Edion raised his blade and attempted to stab down and end the boys life, however he was struck down and killed by a sword himself. The assailant was Arion, the assassin who killed the Aryama bloodline. Edions soul was shattered it would take him years to recover. Arion helped the boy to his feet and nodded to him.
His voice was cold, “I am your guardian and your savior. I will teach you things you cannot learn otherwise. I am currently the best assassin in Castillia, all I ask, when this is over become bound with me, and I will take you to heights you’ve never seen before. Do you accept?”
Alistair simply nodded his head and took Arion’s hand shaking it. The two had a lot in common, they were cold blooded murderers and very quiet. Under Arion’s training he advanced more quickly than his predecessor. Even as a human this boy showed unnatural speed, agility, and stamina. His strength was unmatched even by body builders, his fighter IQ was high enough to out-smart almost anything that came his way.
In a year’s time he would finish his training in an altered Merjutsu way combining pistol and knife as a weapon as well as his body. He was ready for his first test in the real world. The Dark Army of the Chaos Knights stood on the doorstep of the Castillian continent.
Chapter 2
Szithrel Harventhen d' Elghinn
“Killian d' Yah, it means sword of god. But I do not believe in such a thing. I believe there is only death. And with that Killian d’ Elghinn was born,” said Arion drawing in the dirt with his long slender finger, “Sword of Death, for you Velvel d’ Elghinn, but it can be used the same way. Watch.”
Arion stood and faced away from his dirt drawing and drew his sword, as he did an intense pressure released from it and blew the entire side of the house he faced to pieces. The occupants inside the house were left a bloody mess on the opposite wall, Arion kneelt down and continued drawing, “It is the energy you use that creates the pressure, with a knife you can do more because of the ease of use.
“Imagine a thousand slashes of pressure on a target. You won’t get the impact I got or do the damage, but the target you assault will be killed effortlessly.”
Before they could continue the training hundreds of explosions went off across the city. Boats arrived carrying thousands upon thousands of knights. They were the Chaos Knights, those who rode the ship straight from hell to the face of the earth. They weren’t as well known as the Abyss Knights, but they still made a huge impact on the demon world recently with their destruction of an entire ring of hell.
The Knights army rushed into the port side of the massive city murdering a nice long path through the city being matched only by Luciens soldiers. The Judgment were nowhere to be seen, for they knew they were outnumbered and Lucien wished for them to be at his side protecting him, not his citizens. Arion and Alistair met the assault of the Chaos knights head long. Their knights were all demonic in some kind of way. Even if they were formerly human something was off about them.
Arion killed the three that came at him in one swing. Alistair dove head first at the other two, he fired his Colt 1911 at the one on the life while he danced around the rights sword slash and began insanely stabbing him until he stopped moving like his friend.
“We need to return to the castle to get your father out,” said Arion. Alistair looked at him and laughed, “Fuck my father, all he’s wanted for me is to take out his trash. I am not doing it anymore.”
Arion lowered his head, “I cannot go against your father, he controls my actions with his artifact. And I am not strong enough to overpower it.”
“Then I guess it’s time to do that binding shit you talked about,” Alistair said.
Arion laughed, “It’s too soon for that.”
“Bullshit. You just don’t want me using your power.”
“It’s not that at all, you’re not ready for this kind of power, it’ll corrupt you.”
“Hah! I’m already corrupt Arion, I don’t give a shit,” Alistair holstered his pistol and his knife, “Let’s do this shit.”
Arion stood there for a second thinking then finally nodded, he ran Alistair threw with his sword splattering blood everywhere, “What the… fuck.” Alistair hit the ground on his hands and knee’s bleeding out. Arion raised his hand to Alistair and recited, “Wun l' kaas d'lil Ajerians, Usstan ualstin nindol dalhar tlu yvalm saph l' ze'zhuanthen.” Red light blasted from the alleyway high into the sky for everyone to see.
The Chaos Knights scouts made it to the scene first and they ran straight into a new kind of monster. He raised his Colt and fired, the red energy that trailed the bullet seemed to strengthen it as slammed into the chest of the front knight blowing a massive cannon ball sized hole through him that killed and injured the knights behind him. He laughed at his new power, “Usstan tlun Alistair, lu' dos orn jal el!”
Originally the thought was to join the knights and kills his father for the throne, now however, he would simply go to the castle and kill his father for the throne.
First he had to get through the Knight that just arrived. He was fully armored with a sword and shield, the man stepped on the dying soldier Alistair shot crushing him under his foot. Alistair smiled and pulled his knife free from his belt holster, “Alright big guy, just chill out for a second.”
He swung his claymore at Alistair who ducked under it and stepped forward slashing a huge arch with his knife releasing a pressure from it that would simply dent the armor, “Oh I see.” Szithrel harventhen d' Elghinn was born as Alistair continued to slash his way through the armor cutting into the Knights chest and eventually into his arteries. Blood puddled his vision and the knight fell. He kicked the knight and turned away from him walking the road to the castle whistling as he did, any citizen he saw he shot for the sheer pleasure of watching their bodies tumble around.
Chapter 3
The King of the Damned
Alistair entered the castle through the ruined front gate. There were a hundred dead men of Castillia behind him now. He marched his way to the throne room where his father stood pacing back and forth.
“Father,” Alistair said stepping into the room.
Lucien turned to look at him, his eyes widened at what his son had become, “No no no! Why? Why would you allow yourself to become one of them!?”
“For the power, father. I have never felt so alive,” Alistair halted where he stood. The Judgment in the room circled it on either side. They all kneeled down before the Ajerian.
“What are you doing? Stand up!” Lucien was obviously furious with his son and his royal servants. But they didn’t follow his order, even with him holding the artifact. The Judgment were free because of Alistair’s power, it toppled over the control sphere allowing him to command the legion of dark shadows.
“They will not, Brother. I am their king now.”
Lucien drew his Colt 1911 from his side and aimed it for his brother who raised his as well, Lucien almost growled his words, “I treated you like my son, and I cared for you. But here you are now, defying everything I taught you.”
“Whatever do you mean father? Are you suggesting that I’m here to kill you?” Alistair smiled.
“I am.”
“And you’re right.”
Lucien pulled his trigger several times; the bullets hit Alistair in the chest and neck area and dropped him to the floor. He lay motionless for a moment but then began sitting up which was when Lucien began walking toward Alistair shooting him in the chest over and over again until he ran out of bullets. His son laid still now, the Judgment however continued to kneel against their masters wishes. Lucien turned his back and walked back to his throne but midway there he heard Alistair standing, bullets hit the floor as they pushed their way from his body.
“You can’t kill me brother,” Alistair said wiping the blood from his bottom lip.
Lucien bowed his head, “I know. But that felt good to try. You are an abomination now.” Alistair was walking toward him and put his gun away, he put his right hand on his father’s shoulder and turned him. Alistair embraced his father in a hug.
“I love you father.”
“And I despise you son.”
Alistair stabbed him in the back where his heart was, Lucien just gripped Alistair’s jacket tightly as the knife entered his heart and was pulled out again. Alistair slowly set him onto the floor, “No hard feelings.”
Lucien spit blood at him, and then Alistair plunged the knife into his chest, five times, ten times, a hundred, until he could see his fathers mutilated heart. His hands were covered in blood as he stood up to the sound of metal chainmail moving into the room. The Judgment stay completely still looking as if they were statues.
Chaos Knights entered the room and half circled where Alistair was. Their platoon leader stood in the center of this half-moon looking down at Alistair. His voice was grisly, “You killed the king for us. Thank you, our trouble is now over. I will be reporting this to High Marshal Lachney. But first, kill him.”
Alistair stood up slowly as the Chaos Knights moved in on him. He was laughing, laughing at them drawing nearer and nearer. With lightning speed he drew his Colt 1911 and fired at the right side dropping all six Knights with precise shots to the head. The other Knights rushed in trying to avoid the same fate but Alistair walked to the right avoiding them slightly as the Judgment on the right side came to life rushing past him and murdering the Knights before they knew what hit them.
Their Leader stood alone astonished at what just happened. Alistair turned around and walked toward him with his pistol raised, “Sorry to disappoint you, but I am the Black Prince… No, I am the King of the Damned, and this is my city now. So I’ll kindly ask you to get the fuck out in the best way I know.”
He fired the first shot which blew the knights right shoulder off, his arm hung by strands. The Knight stepped back in shock and pain. He fell to a knee and Alistair put the gun to the back of his head, “I am true Chaos.”
The bullet blew his head clean off his shoulders the body slumped over and was dead before dinner. Alistair turned to the Judgment, “Your King is here. Where you were abandoned before now you have someone else to follow into battle. We will reunite the broken clans of the Judgment and make he who abandoned you here pay for his mistake.
“But first,” He walked out the throne room. Eventually he came to the exit of the Castle where an entire unit of a hundred Chaos Knights stood waiting for him. Alistair motioned at them, “You guys, you didn’t’ have to throw me a party to celebrate my rise to Kingship! How thoughtful of you.”
Arrows came over the wall all aiming at killing him. However, the walls of the keep erupt with hundreds of Judgment blocking the paths of the Arrows. Alistair raised his pistol and began firing on the troops that were now full sprint running at him. Each shot took out multiple enemies or threw a corpse into the flanking ranks slowing them as they had to avoid getting pummeled by a dead body.
The first of the Knights to get to Alistair were quickly annihilated by a pistol whip from hell that too them off their feet breaking their bones and leaving them in extreme conditions. The Judgment landed hard all around him fighting back the Knights as he continued firing through the crowds leveling several more of the Knights. It was a glorious day to die, sadly for them it was their day.
Eventually they pushed the Knights back, out of the Castle walls where they continued to advance into the city, a hundred black cloaked figures marching down a thousand armored knights. The tide of war would change soon enough when the Generals and Marshalls of the Chaos Knights stepped off the ships…
Chapter 4
Cutting through the Legions of Chaos
Alistair hadn’t enough soldiers to make any major offense. But likewise, the Chaos Knights hadn’t thrown anyone strong enough to halt Alistair in his tracks, only slow him steadily. The city of Castillia was in ruin on one side, soldiers came in from the opposite side and through the Dark Hills in an attempt to drive back the Chaos knights from the Royal front, but even they didn’t know what was going on.
No word from their king meant the war was a loss; they only fought now to save their friends and families. But more and more became aware of Alistair as he walked the streets of the Royal ports shooting holes through the Chaos Knights. He became known as the second coming of Arix in the lands of Castillia as he pushed around the Legions of Chaos.
Their Generals came into play now. The first would reach Alistair as he made it to the Bridgewell Marketplace. The General of Destruction, Ryonkovich. He was a sorcerer first and a knight second, but his knowledge of destruction magic was unmatched in the lands of Castillia. When Alistair made it into the opening of the Bazaar he was instantly struck by a dark ball of energy that slammed him against the building behind him.
“You son of a bitch,” Alistair stood up and began firing his pistol at the General who lifted his hand blocking each of the bullets with a fire ward, the bullets would melt on impact with the 50,000 degree ward. Alistair continued firing at the General who continued to hold up his ward melting the bullets. Ryonkovich turned his body from the onslaught keeping the ward between him and the bullet but giving his left hand some distance from his body as he built up another dark energy sphere.
In a split second the energy ball was heading straight for Alistair who took to running at it and leaping over it like a game of leap frog. He continued firing his weapon in this process keeping the General on his toes with his ward making it impossible for the General to gather up a good offense. The General fired another ball of energy that Alistair avoided with a swift turn to the left. He rushed in now noticing as Ryonkovich was struggling keeping his ward up.
Alistair was right in his assessment as he drove his dagger straight into the neck of the General as his ward fell. Alistair holstered his pistol and clutched the face of the General, bright red light shined from the contact as he began absorbing knowledge from the General until he died.
With his first obstacle out of the way he continued forward the Judgment at his heels even more steady now seeing what he was capable of.
The Castle was lost by the coming of the Grand Marshal. He took it over as his place of command forcing the royal capital of Castillia to fall. Alistair was still moving toward the docks where the ships had landed days ago. He didn’t know of the ambush of Generals that awaited him, but he knew he would kill anyone in his way to his destination.
When Alistair arrived to the docks he was first met by two Angels, one wearing silver the other in gold. Behind them was a lunar elf armored at the head and from his waist down, he was armed with a claymore. Along with them was another but she was a seer and their commanding officer.
“Kill him,” she said and the Angels moved forward at blinding speed. Alistair fired his weapon at the two of them only landing a single shot on the shield of the silver one. The golden one slashed with his claymore but Alistair pulled up the fire ward he learned from Ryonkovich causing the blade to collide with nothing but magic. The temperature suddenly rose between the two forcing the golden angel to move back out of fear of being engulfed in flames.
The Elf moved between the two of them as they fell back a few steps. He thrust his blade forward but was dropped in one shot as the pistol blew a hole through his exposed chest ragdolling his body straight off the dock. The Angels came in for another attack avoiding his pistol.
Alistair had barely a second to move out of their combined attack causing them to clash with one another. Instead he aimed for the seer firing his weapon again but she called up a barrier that exploded in shards as the bullet hit, the shards shot at him and the Judgment came to his aid using their bodies to protect their master.
“Ajerians?” The seer was baffled by this, she couldn’t read his soul for it was incognito, but these Judgment before her amazed her, the race had died out nearly ten thousand years ago, how could they be here?
Alistair pulled his knife free easily parrying a blow from the claymore with his turning momentum. The other Angel looked to take him out from behind but in mid turn he fired his weapon forcing the Angel to abort his attack and roll to the side. His foot connected with the golden angel pushing him back. Alistair felt something prick his neck and he moved forward avoiding a slash from a massive claymore.
The elf was undead, his body had sealed shut the wound he placed on the General and it was still moving even in its dead state. He rolled to the side avoiding the swipe from the golden Angel and brought his boot straight up into the shield of the silver Angel as he kicked himself back onto his feet.
“Come on guys, I’m just one man, give me a break,” Alistair laughed and began shooting holes in the Elf. He didn’t try to avoid the Angels as the Judgment appeared on either side of him blocking their attacks as he reduced the Elf to a mess of rotting meat. The Judgment on his right side pushed the claymore back and disappeared, Alistair stepped inside the range of the sword and drove his dagger into the soft area of the armor and broke the blade off in the Angels kidney.
As he stepped back and fired his weapon into the Angels chest which threw him off his feet and across the ground leaving a thick blood trail. The Judgment on his left disappeared and Alistair fired point blank leveling the silver Angels head off his shoulders.
The Seer raised her barrier again as Alistair turned his weapon on her and fired. The bullet once again shattered the barrier but this time only a massive surge of energy fired toward him throwing him away from her. Lightning came to her palms shooting thick beams of energy at him which he pulled up the fire ward to block, “Jesus woman, give me a break!”
At that moment the skies opened and thousands of black cloaked beings came through the rift. Alistair watched as they all descended on the seer stabbing and maiming her until she dropped to her knees. Two Judgment grabbed her arms and Alistair walked toward her grabbing her by the throat with his Ajerian arm and began absorbing her knowledge and energy.
He looked at the new arrivals, they were different than his Judgment, they were armored slightly, “Who is your master?”
The Judgment bowed to him, “You are, master.”
“No who was your former master?”
“Lord Arix, but he has disappeared so we have come to the strongest Ajerian energy source. We are your legion.”
“My Legion? My army…”
Chapter 5
Chaos No More
With an extremely seasoned army at his disposal they marched back to the castle. These Judgment that Arix had commanded were far stronger and less likely to fall in battle due to their combat resume. They arrived at the Castle and broke through the walls in seconds.
The Judgment swarmed over the towers taking out the archers and descended down into the courtyard where they would engage in open combat against the remaining Chaos Generals. Alistair thought to simply walk straight into the Keep.
As he entered he was instantly engaged in battle against an assassin, Velvel. The assassin had soul stealing daggers that could end the fight in seconds. As Alistair blew chunks of foundation from under his feet the assassin continued to get closer and closer. Velvel swiped with one dagger followed by the other attempting to kill Alistair, but the Ajerian King pistol whipped one of the daggers out of the way and twisted his body planting his foot into the assassins’ chest causing the second slash to miss him by miles.
Velvel was on her feet in seconds and back on her assault trying to steal the soul of the Ajerian King, but she wasn’t as fast as Alistair was, he twisted his colt around using it as a parrying tool against the daggers and when she wasn’t expecting it he drove his knee into her chin dropping her unconscious. Alistair picked up one of her daggers and stabbed her with it, she instantly came back to life as the blade began stealing its last soul.
“Bitch didn’t know who she was fucking with,” he said holding up the dagger which radiated energy from it. To make sure no one could use the other dagger he shot it blowing it to pieces. Alistair entered the central chamber where the Grand Marshal stood waiting for him. The man was massive in armor that covered his entire body.
“I am Grand Marshal Apollyon.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Alistair said pulled the hammer back on his Colt 1911 as he walked to the center of the chamber, “You’re standing in my castle.”
Alistair wouldn’t give Apollyon the benefit of speaking as he fired his weapon, but the lord of Chaos who had single handedly leveled an entire layer of Hell wouldn’t be easily taken down by modern weapons. The bullet was stopped simply by a thought and the entire castle shuddered when his demonic pressure rose. The walls around them and the ceiling gave away taking out the entire top floor of the castle. Rubble showered those fighting at the base of the keep.
Apollyon pulled his massive war glaive from his back and readied it, “Not even the Gods can save you now.”
“I don’t need gods to kill you,” Alistair began circling the room shooting his pistol at Apollyon, but the Lord of Chaos was far too strong for this simple assault, the bullets kept veering around the monster as he advanced on Alistair. “Come on then you cheap fucker!”
The war glaive swiped out at Alistair quickly, the energy that erupt off it left a massive chunk of the keep tower several yards away from the room they stood missing. Alistair had rolled out the way and rushed forward using his blade skill to attempt cutting through the armored husk of the Chaos Lord, but to no avail. Even as he used his special abilities and the Thousand Cuts of Death, the armor was just too empowered.
Alistair watched as the war glaive came within’ inches of hitting him, but he avoided it again by jumping. He was no match for the keeper of Chaos. However he still had something up his sleeve. As his feet hit the floor he holstered his weapon and yelled, “Usstan joros d' dos belbau uns'aa elghinn! Exist!”
His feet moved him forward and his fist drove into Apollyons armored chest, an explosion sounded off from above and the Chaos Knights looked up to see Apollyon plummeting from the tower and slam into the ground. He was followed by Alistair diving off the tower and firing his 1911 at Apollyons exposed chest. The Chaos Lord had stood though and was stopping the bullets mentally.
Alistairs body hit the ground on a knee, his knife had drawn blood, Apollyon felt death slowly wash over himself followed by an explosion that shot sparks in every direction. Alistair spent the rest of the day picking off the remaining Chaos Generals.
Chapter 6
Make Way for the King of the Damned
Following the defeat of the Chaos Knights, Alistair, went on to rule Castillia. He was a bored King who didn’t care much for his people, life went on as usual for them and nothing seemed to change. It was peaceful for a while. Alistair eventually left Castillia a thousand years later. He would follow the path of the Rockstar into the gates of hell.
Even two thousand years had passed and the realm of Hell was still a damaged husk of what it could have been. In the last ten thousand years the Abyss Knights had destroyed the first empires of the Ajerians. Lord Belial had locked away the Abyss, Arix had wrecked a path straight to Belial murdering him, the Chaos Knights had did a number on the empire that rose up in the aftermath. Mundas had eventually come to power and Sparda stopped him. Now Alistair stood in a land very different than his own…
The Reevers greeted him first. With one massive explosion of power he routed them all when they realized what he was. Eventually he walked the path straight to where Arix had defeated Belial. He had learned nothing of the one they called the Rockstar of Hell, instead he only grew to despise him more. Unlike Arix, Alistair went deeper into the pits of hell eventually coming to a gateway.
When he stepped through it he was thrown into a city that was destroyed and being assaulted by the legions of the Abyss. He was still on the trail then. He was sprinting to the scene of the final battles, the realm was falling apart around him, and he saw as several rifts were dragging anything they could touch into them. Alistair sighed, the Judgment were still at his heels, “fuck It let’s go!”
Alistair ran through the rift and felt a warmth come across him. He stepped out the other side and was looking across a massive sea of dark sand. He felt the instability of this world; he felt the shift of power in all directions as this plane of existence was being assaulted by multiple beings, “Seems like I’m a little late to the party. Hopefully Arix is here.”
