Prologue: Darkness Descending
A deep darkness fell slowly, light sucked dry, sound omitted, heat rendered none existent.
From the ground it erupted, a swarm of huge purple tentacle rose up, breaking the ground into chunks of rock and crushing those huge chunks in their grip like they were chunks of sand, the plain full of grass quickly turned into a field of rubble.
The tentacles slowly formed into one mass, on the top a cluster of smaller shoots shaped into a small throne.
A body quickly formed, growing out of the flesh of the tentacles a woman appeared, black hair and deathly pale, sitting on the tentacle made throne, a pair of green eyes gazing with an air of dark nobility.
A small tiny yellow flame appeared at the foot of the massive tentacles, moving about as if it is an illusion, appearing and disappearing, slowly as it advanced a faded figure became more and more solid, a tall robed man, holding a long scepter with a lantern chained to it, inside the fire blazed.
His head a particularly small pumpkin, his legs nonexistent, as if he is levitating above ground.
The tentacle lady stared him down as he advanced, a look of annoyance appearing on her face as the pumpkin man levitated on the tentacle mass making its way to her.
The two were high up on the mass, one say and the other levitated, an aura of darkness and horrifying terrors whizzed around them, somewhat visible even as if a shroud of black, crimson and muddied yellow was created from the meet up.
Suddenly a quite step was stepped, a small black cat appearing by the two as if it was the wind, coming from nowhere and invisible to all.
It slowly opened its mouth and surprisingly spoke in a voice of an old man "Vendora" it looked over to the lady, on the throne one yellow eye after another opened looking over at the cat, the throne of tentacle slightly adjusted, small tentacles connecting to the body on it. Vendora smiled and replied with a nod.
"Foustly" the cat looked over at the floating pumpkin man.
A slit opened on the pumpkin head and quickly formed into a zigzag pattern, the pumpkin as if slicing open a mouth for itself smiled a wicked smile, a pair of holes opened for empty eyes and smoke escaped from them, and suddenly…
"HaHaHa… Ha.. Ha… Haaaaaa!" A crazed laugh escaped Foustly's mouth and his body stretched backwards, his robed slightly revealing a form of skeletal structure hidden under.
Vendora's face soured at the sound of the laugh.
"To business then" The cat continued.
"We three rulers of the deep dark have always been at relative peace, yes, our subordinates ate and destroyed each other to their liking and our powers stayed at relative odds, no need to step forward for small quarrels after all" The cat told in his voice of an old man, the two figured of darkness did not show any annoyance for the useless explanation, that cat was always one to like to talk and yet.. His true meanings where always profound and mysterious, he was the oldest and wisest of the three and so respected.
"Yet three years ago… That demon lord rose up to infamy, his strength somehow capable of rivaling either of us three and his forces swelling as his infamy rose… a year ago Foustly too had yielded finally adding all of us under him and becoming the Supreme Being as he is called now by most" As he spoke the other two showed clear expression of rage and true loathing, they had been pushed to a corner by that devil and had their honor trampled about.
Unlike the cat who bent his knee on the first day of the demon lord campaign they fought a long drawn out battle. Yet as the cat stopped his words for a second the two flashed a smile. The cat was always the scariest in ways of deception and hidden trumps… they knew something was odd to the cat's actions right from the start and knew they should have followed in his example, yet didn’t have the option with the pride they held in themselves.
"I indeed yielded for a reason as you suspected, yet probably not because of the many reasons the many spies sent to my castles reaped" he nodded to himself.
A violet violent light shone form his eyes, an oppressive aura fell down as his tiny body exerted enormous strength "Today my friends, Ill tell you the origins of that devil, the tale of a simple demon, a simple farmer, finding the corpse of a demon dying of old age of all things… and consuming it… the corpse of the once forgotten demon lord" no reaction from the two, they too had heard this story of origin amongst all of the others, although the old age part was new.
Vendora finally fresh out of patience "So?" a hissing voice roiling about.
Faustly still not responding due to respect.
"So, my dear Count and Countess… now that we are sure of the identity of that… problem…" he spoke very slowly.
"Do you know what they do to true demon lords?" He asked quietly.
Foustly erupted in crazed laughter "Even crazier than I…" he added between bursts of laughter.
"You'll doom us all, a hero of man left to grow to such power is the bane all the thrice demanded hell pits, and anyways… how will we the humans to intervene?" Vendora's words filled with the acidic venom of ill intent.
The cat grinned evilly, his whole figure distorting "Shall I show you to the dark summoning gate I have been working on?" he asked in an innocent voice.
The two starred at him… then a look of flashed and appeared on their faces, an evil grin of themselves formed, a crazed laugh and roiling tentacles, oh what would they do with a fresh human of talent in their hands… oh the horrors he will create… the three disappeared into the darkness and the plain of rubble returned to its now desolate, yet living state.