Prologue
Team Darkoss III
Dead Army
By: Michael Wydock
It was years ago, long before Gallahon’s time.Back when Dragnar was still afloat.Within the Realm of Darkness, the sky was red.The Realm of Darkness acted as a mirror, a dark reflection of the real world.A castle stood tall in the distance surrounded by dead trees.For within that dark castle lived the king of this realm along with his queen.The king had no heir to his throne, not yet anyway.He impregnated his wife.Nine months had passed since the king and queen made love.The queen was within her chambers giving birth to the new heir while the king had waited patiently for his newborn child.Unfortunately, when the boy had been born, the queen shrieked in terror.
Upon hearing her screams, the king ran into the chambers to see the horror of his newborn son.His skin was an ashy gray color and his eyes were blood red.The child did not have a nose, only scratches and gaping holes on his face.It was truly a horror show and the king and queen had front row seats.Upon seeing this cryptid hybrid of a son, the king thought to himself that the heir to this realm shall not be ruled by a beast.The king and queen discarded the child, banishing him from ever returning to the realm.
Many years later, Gallahon had won the Master’s Tournament.However, Sunstone was left all in ruin.In the chambers of the remains of Sunstone Castle, Slayer was chained by the wrists.About five brutes were torturing Slayer, punching him as if he was a punching bag.What they wanted with Slayer was still unknown to him.Slayer looked up at them with only one eye opened and grunted through that terrifying mask.The brutes themselves had only little armor on them.
“Remove his mask!” One of them commanded.“I want to look at him in the face as I kill him.”One of them walked up to Slayer and took his mask off, revealing Slayer’s horrid face.
“Hey boss, look who it is.” The other one said.The leader of the brutes walked up slowly to him.
“Well well.If it isn’t the ugly Prince.” The leader joked.Slayer just stared at him, not saying a word.
“Not even a mother could love that face!Look at him!He’s a cryptid creature!A monster!No wonder you were banished from the realm!”
“Still your tongue!” Slayer finally said.“Before I cut it out and stick it up your arse then make you eat it!”The brutes just stood there and laughed.
“How?You’re chained up!How are you going to break out of your bonds?”
“There are many things I am capable of.”
“Oh, I’m so scared.”
“You should be.”Slayer summoned all of his strength and busted out of his cuffs.The brutes were terrified of Slayer’s display of strength.Slayer gazed upon them with that evil glare.
“Don’t just stand there you idiots!” The brute leader said.“ATTACK!”As one of them went in for a punch, Slayer caught his fist and kicked the other one down.One of the other brutes pulled out a dagger and snuck up behind him.He stabbed Slayer in the shoulder.Slayer let out a small yelp but quickly recovered from the pain.Slayer kicked the man back as he unsheathed his sword.Slayer turned and sliced the man’s face off.As another brute came behind Slayer, Slayer turned back and impaled the man, lifting him in the air with his blade.He yanked the blade right out of him as the brute’s corpse fell to the ground.Slayer picked up his mask and puts it back on, covering his horrid face.
Slayer stood there with blood dripping from his blade and stared angrily at the remaining brutes.The remainder of the brutes looked at Slayer, scared out of their minds.They turned and ran away as fast as they could.For they did not want to be part of Slayer’s slaughter feast.One of them was still alive as Slayer walked up to him.He grabbed the brutes tongue and cut it off.Slayer then took his sword and placed the tongue on the tip of the blade.He took the sword and impales the brute through the ass, making the brute taste his own feces.
“Eat shit and die!” Slayer told the man and then walked away.He walked calmly out of the castle’s chambers.He walked until he fell through a hole in the floor and landed in the Creation Chambers below the castle.He was hurt pretty badly from the fall but still he stood right back up, one foot at a time.Slayer opened his eyes and looked upon the broken glass tubes that held each copy of Dragore.
“What is all this?” He asked himself as Slayer explored the Creation Chambers.He came across Bodega’s work table which had the blue prints for making these creatures.He gazed upon the notes.About ten thousand Dragore were made.Breaded for only one purpose.Warfare.Slayer noticed a Dragore still fully developed and breathing inside an intact tube.Slayer walked up to the tube and looked at the creature.The Dragore opened his eyes.It burst out of the tube and attacked Slayer.
Slayer armed himself.He managed to cut the Dragore’s arm.The Dragore hardly felt any pain from Slayer’s blade as it bled out.The Dragore took a hold of Slayer’s head and bashed him onto the ground.The Dragore ran away.It burst through the stone wall like it was nothing and escaped.Slayer slowly got back up after being knocked down by the hands of the beast.Slayer walked out of the hole that the creature left behind as the sun shined brightly on his mask.He knelt down and dabbed his finger in a spot of blood that the beast left behind.He sniffed it and then tasted it.
“Hm.These so call Dragore seem like really strong beasts and their heading for Windfall.About ten thousand of them, Windfall won’t stand a chance against these things.Gallahon and his friends will have their hands full.”Slayer stood up and stared into the sun.“Psygon castle will finally fall.I never thought I would see this day.Bodega, you are a genius.”
