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The Sin War
For years and years this useless war has been going on, I, Arymaxie Stargaze, Angel
and Devil alike, have been protecting these mortals for countless generations. Born of two immortals, one of the
cruelest and purely Evil creatures of Hell, and the only true innocent and pure Angel of Good, I was born deformed,
torn, with, a struggle that wages inside my forever tortured soul. When my sinful father braved the deepest gardens
of Heaven, beyond the gates of blessedness. He gazed upon his conquest, his one goal, his only fear, my mother.
From what I was able to gather from renegades such as myself, the impossible happened, from the blackest of darkness
and whitest of light, a part of their beings separated from their everlasting forms and merged. Forever locked
in battle are the essences of these two inside my ravaged soul…
In the East, where the Horadrim where founded, the seekers of demons and after countless generations of endless
wandering did I finally find the secret Brotherhood of the Hand. These few are the ones, the renegades, who find
not the point to existence, who purge the Sin War and all those who battle on all planes for dominance. For the
eternal balance was almost broken, the dark side almost vanquished. From these few angels and demons, did I learn
what I was. The picture remains clear in my mind, even after all this time…
"Aryx! Quick! come here!" yelled my newfound companion.
"What is it this time, Tryol? Did some mortal make a scary face at you through that seeing pool of yours?"
Tryol was a scrawny demon. He was of no use to Baal, Lord of Sin, and was cast out into oblivion. Only when the
Brotherhood found him did he become useful to someone. A quick study, Tryol always enjoyed the company of bigger
brutes to outsmart, Then he came upon me. It is said that a great power knows the hearts of men and immortals,
but does not rule them. Thus you are free to choose your own destiny, but also can this greater power foresee how
each of us will act to fulfil that destiny. By making themselves one with the will of this power, the Brotherhood
where able to predict the future. It is also said that two souls destined for good or evil will know this in the
instant of their meeting.
"No no, it is strange, two monks of our Brotherhood have come to see you on important matters" replied
Tryol
After a lifetime of soul searching and uncaring, feeling nothing of life, I was strangely surprised. Something
which gave me no sign to be happy about.
"Tell them to see me later."
"Arymaxie Stargaze, we pay homage to you, and bid thee come with us."
Starting to open my mouth to snappily reply, I catch a glimpse of one of the monks, suppressing a shiver, I nod
slowly and fall quickly in step with the duo.
Noting Tryol behind me I whisper: "What do you think is happening?"
"My guess is always as good as yours Aryx."
"Don't flatter yourself. This unnerves me, these monks have an irregular air about them"
Frowning on this, Tryol studies the guards for a moment, returning to me with a knowledgeable look.
"I can't sense anything. Well more like everything. These monks confuse me even more now"
"What do you mean 'sense'?"
"Tell you later…for now, I think we have arrived"
As we stop, I take in my surroundings: a dark hallway precedes us, with a massive arch towering in front of us.
One of the guards turns to face me, than quickly turns to face Tryol…
"What is HE doing here?" grumbles the monk.
"Hmm…he is with me, if you would be so kind as to lead the way…"
"Silence! This greatly angers Him. Know that he is your responsibility, if anything…"
"Yeah yeah, I know already, let's go!" announces Tryol.
"As you wish" replies the monk, with a sly grin on his face.
Heading to grab Tryol from running off, a blinding flash silences both of us. Covering my eyes from this darkening
light, I feel as though my feet have been lifted off the ground and I've been spun around and tossed in all directions.
As quickly as it came, darkness reached us once more and so did my senses, tumbling to the ground from dizziness,
feeling nauseous, I roll over, only to find myself on my feet once more.
"Don't look so surprised, there, Aryx" came Tryol voice.
"What? Where are you?" I questioned
"Behind you of course, always on your trail" came the now irritating call.
"Always ready to run at the sight of trouble hey?"
With a puzzling look on his devilish face he points out two dots of light on the horizon of the ever-changing terrain.
Studying more closely, I grumble to Tryol:
"It's the monks or whatever they are."
Within a blink of an eye did they appear. I was in a place of chaos, of light and darkness, A place forever engraved
in my mind, yet I can never remember what it was. Here was I shown the Book of Chaos. Transfixing my attention
on the tome, then on the monks, I had gazed around in surprise to find they where gone once again. Reaching out
my hand to open the book, I felt the soft blue-gray binding, give way to a cold interior. Studying it more closely
I noticed it changing colors. When my fingers touched the tome, the book opened halfway. I recall an urge to read,
before I lost all sense and started reading. I noticed it was in a form of a prophecy.
After the Satans where banished,
And a prime neutral was created,
A child twisted and deformed,
Shall bring balance once again to the realms of light and darkness.
For generations he will wander,
Until found,
By the seekers of the greater power.
So it is told, So it is written.
This ravaged and tortured soul
Will be the savior of all,
And find the fabled being.
I felt so alone, even though I reminded myself that a great mystery had been revealed. Now I wonder what it was
all about. For months after, I tried to learn all about the Exile, the Horadrim and all I could about the Sin War.
Fortunately, the Brotherhood had an extensive library, filled with a world of knowledge that was at my fingertips.
One day, I was searching for answers and looking for meanings about the Book of Chaos, Heaven and Hell, life and
anything else that I felt was significant. The day was quiet; my senses occupied on the reading that was ahead
of me did not bother me. The silence as it should have had.
I was reading one very purculiar ancient book, if you could call it a book. It had brown cover, torn apart and
magically rebound over the millenias, which fell apart in my hands. The pages where crisp and dried out, and ironically
reminded me of my existence.
A noise jolted me upright, I bolted outside the huge room, only to find myself alone in the empty hallway.
"What are you still doing here! We're all fighting for our lives out there, Aryx!"
"Tryol! Fighting? Where did you come from? What are you talking…"
A loud crash came from the ceiling. All I heard was a thump, rocks tumbling around me, after that, well, I can't
remember...
- J.P. Caissie
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