Chapter 274: Entry - Faceless
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Midgard my home; our home has been broken. Consumed in the heat of war and flames. The once vibrant world of life and lore has been turned into nothing more than a barren wasteland by a single man consumed by vengeance. It has been five years since his rule began and five years since I began to write.
Arsene Snow, or so they call him. He possesses many names, but I, or should I say we know him only as our King. For five years, we lived under his rule, and for five years, we were broken by his cruelty. Many tried to rebel; they tried to claim what this monster took from us desperately; however, his majesty did not target the rebels like many thought. No, he went after the children of our once-proud city.
Strung up and striped, he appeared within his regalia, baring down to the world. There was no anger within his eyes when I first set my sights upon the man I now worship. No, he appeared like the reaper, and the world fell silent.
"Let this be a warning. I shall not kill the present but your future. So come after me, show me your fire, and I will show you mine." He said, leaving has the heads of over five hundred dropped.
The hearts of many broke that day, especially mine, when I saw my baby girl. No more than ten were stripped and killed, but it was a necessary sacrifice. One I would gladly allow to happen even if I had the power to change. I was broken for a very long time, but once the darkness fell upon this flaming city, I saw the light. I saw his light.
We began to change once the mist of darkness fell upon our city, my heart that had once boke became a whole, and the life I once held became filled with flames. By his command, we set out from our home of Aze to the world of Midgard. Led by the Demonic Lich, it had begun!
That day we understood, what our Lord had done. He had given us power! Power to demolish the gods themselves. He had shown us the truth. So we slaughtered to our heart's content. From village to village, we killed and grew!
Our bodies did not require any sleep, food, or anything they once did. So we continued on days in and days out. With each battle, we grew so much our names began to spread. The Infernal Legion, they said before an entire city turned to ash. However, this was only the first year.
God-King Arsene had done it. WE became feared by all, to a point hundreds were those we once worshiped began to intervene. Sending a wave of their apostles towards us, bloody war consumes our legion for three whole months.
It was our first loss. Yet, for some reason, Geir was rather happy as he gazed upon us. "To those that have lived, learn for we are a race of war and death. This is only the beginning. So stand, our journey is far from over! Stand for his majesty still requires you!"
And he was correct, on our way home, a new order had been formed by his majesty—A Church of Darkness. One, we prayed and worshiped our Lord and savior, where we would have the honor of helping by giving something precious to our lord.
We were given orbs by the fair twins Anya and Mare. It was said that these were our lifeline, lose it, and enteral torment would await. No one had known what they did; however, each man or woman I killed would begin to glow during the second year. Many, including myself, believed it was our way of helping our lord, so we continued the Slaughter in his name.
The second-year was a blur. I did not know what overcame me, but my entire world had become crimson soaked in the blood of the innocents. I killed, raped, and ate whatever caught my eyes. Soon time began to slip, and I would awake surrounded by thousands of bloody bodies laughing in glee. Feeling their still-warm bodies, I could only moan in bliss.
"ALL HAIL LORD SNOW!!! ALL HAIL THE DEMON KING!!!!!"
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...
I had forgotten why I had started to write. Each year I would write something. Looking down at how it all started, I could not help but marvel. Did I use to hate our king? Impossible he is our God? He is our everything? I, along with billions, have already sold something to the Nines for our lord and savior. How could I hate him? A daughter could always be made again! I have over eighty women from my conquest pregnant, and all of them will be purged in the name of our king.
Yes... Yes, for our GOD. This must be done. TO assist our GOD, I gave my dignity, My children, and my humanity. I do not need thanks, my lord. No, the fact you live and walk around us lowly demons is enough for me, your servant. I need no name. No face, only the mask I now wear.
Faceless
This is what we are now. We are your demons, created only for death. My emotions are slowly fading, for I have given away more in your name—love, Lust, Hate, Pain who needs such things. I only need loyalty. Eternal Loyalty to you! The Nines have taken all but you, and now what I am is fading, I can finally see the truth. The single truth is hidden in the face of all, even by his majesty, the King.
He needs us, for we are his protectors. We are his shield and the Infernal Legion his blade. Yes, this is how it must be. I am now just a mask; nothing can exist except for his majesty upon the Throne of Flames.
This is my final entry, for the mask requires only his majesty. My name is no longer important, for what I was is gone. A name, a family, and a will are no longer required, for I live for the King.
"We the Faceless, See the Truth!"
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Midgard my home; our home has been broken. Consumed in the heat of war and flames. The once vibrant world of life and lore has been turned into nothing more than a barren wasteland by a single man consumed by vengeance. It has been five years since his rule began and five years since I began to write.
Arsene Snow, or so they call him. He possesses many names, but I, or should I say we know him only as our King. For five years, we lived under his rule, and for five years, we were broken by his cruelty. Many tried to rebel; they tried to claim what this monster took from us desperately; however, his majesty did not target the rebels like many thought. No, he went after the children of our once-proud city.
Strung up and striped, he appeared within his regalia, baring down to the world. There was no anger within his eyes when I first set my sights upon the man I now worship. No, he appeared like the reaper, and the world fell silent.
"Let this be a warning. I shall not kill the present but your future. So come after me, show me your fire, and I will show you mine." He said, leaving has the heads of over five hundred dropped.
The hearts of many broke that day, especially mine, when I saw my baby girl. No more than ten were stripped and killed, but it was a necessary sacrifice. One I would gladly allow to happen even if I had the power to change. I was broken for a very long time, but once the darkness fell upon this flaming city, I saw the light. I saw his light.
We began to change once the mist of darkness fell upon our city, my heart that had once boke became a whole, and the life I once held became filled with flames. By his command, we set out from our home of Aze to the world of Midgard. Led by the Demonic Lich, it had begun!
That day we understood, what our Lord had done. He had given us power! Power to demolish the gods themselves. He had shown us the truth. So we slaughtered to our heart's content. From village to village, we killed and grew!
Our bodies did not require any sleep, food, or anything they once did. So we continued on days in and days out. With each battle, we grew so much our names began to spread. The Infernal Legion, they said before an entire city turned to ash. However, this was only the first year.
God-King Arsene had done it. WE became feared by all, to a point hundreds were those we once worshiped began to intervene. Sending a wave of their apostles towards us, bloody war consumes our legion for three whole months.
It was our first loss. Yet, for some reason, Geir was rather happy as he gazed upon us. "To those that have lived, learn for we are a race of war and death. This is only the beginning. So stand, our journey is far from over! Stand for his majesty still requires you!"
And he was correct, on our way home, a new order had been formed by his majesty—A Church of Darkness. One, we prayed and worshiped our Lord and savior, where we would have the honor of helping by giving something precious to our lord.
We were given orbs by the fair twins Anya and Mare. It was said that these were our lifeline, lose it, and enteral torment would await. No one had known what they did; however, each man or woman I killed would begin to glow during the second year. Many, including myself, believed it was our way of helping our lord, so we continued the Slaughter in his name.
The second-year was a blur. I did not know what overcame me, but my entire world had become crimson soaked in the blood of the innocents. I killed, raped, and ate whatever caught my eyes. Soon time began to slip, and I would awake surrounded by thousands of bloody bodies laughing in glee. Feeling their still-warm bodies, I could only moan in bliss.
"ALL HAIL LORD SNOW!!! ALL HAIL THE DEMON KING!!!!!"
....
....
...
I had forgotten why I had started to write. Each year I would write something. Looking down at how it all started, I could not help but marvel. Did I use to hate our king? Impossible he is our God? He is our everything? I, along with billions, have already sold something to the Nines for our lord and savior. How could I hate him? A daughter could always be made again! I have over eighty women from my conquest pregnant, and all of them will be purged in the name of our king.
Yes... Yes, for our GOD. This must be done. TO assist our GOD, I gave my dignity, My children, and my humanity. I do not need thanks, my lord. No, the fact you live and walk around us lowly demons is enough for me, your servant. I need no name. No face, only the mask I now wear.
Faceless
This is what we are now. We are your demons, created only for death. My emotions are slowly fading, for I have given away more in your name—love, Lust, Hate, Pain who needs such things. I only need loyalty. Eternal Loyalty to you! The Nines have taken all but you, and now what I am is fading, I can finally see the truth. The single truth is hidden in the face of all, even by his majesty, the King.
He needs us, for we are his protectors. We are his shield and the Infernal Legion his blade. Yes, this is how it must be. I am now just a mask; nothing can exist except for his majesty upon the Throne of Flames.
This is my final entry, for the mask requires only his majesty. My name is no longer important, for what I was is gone. A name, a family, and a will are no longer required, for I live for the King.
"We the Faceless, See the Truth!"
Midgard my home; our home has been broken. Consumed in the heat of war and flames. The once vibrant world of life and lore has been turned into nothing more than a barren wasteland by a single man consumed by vengeance. It has been five years since his rule began and five years since I began to write.Arsene Snow, or so they call him. He possesses many names, but I, or should I say we know him only as our King. For five years, we lived under his rule, and for five years, we were broken by his cruelty. Many tried to rebel; they tried to claim what this monster took from us desperately; however, his majesty did not target the rebels like many thought. No, he went after the children of our once-proud city.Strung up and striped, he appeared within his regalia, baring down to the world. There was no anger within his eyes when I first set my sights upon the man I now worship. No, he appeared like the reaper, and the world fell silent."Let this be a warning. I shall not kill the present but your future. So come after me, show me your fire, and I will show you mine." He said, leaving has the heads of over five hundred dropped.The hearts of many broke that day, especially mine, when I saw my baby girl. No more than ten were stripped and killed, but it was a necessary sacrifice. One I would gladly allow to happen even if I had the power to change. I was broken for a very long time, but once the darkness fell upon this flaming city, I saw the light. I saw his light.We began to change once the mist of darkness fell upon our city, my heart that had once boke became a whole, and the life I once held became filled with flames. By his command, we set out from our home of Aze to the world of Midgard. Led by the Demonic Lich, it had begun!That day we understood, what our Lord had done. He had given us power! Power to demolish the gods themselves. He had shown us the truth. So we slaughtered to our heart's content. From village to village, we killed and grew!Our bodies did not require any sleep, food, or anything they once did. So we continued on days in and days out. With each battle, we grew so much our names began to spread. The Infernal Legion, they said before an entire city turned to ash. However, this was only the first year.God-King Arsene had done it. WE became feared by all, to a point hundreds were those we once worshiped began to intervene. Sending a wave of their apostles towards us, bloody war consumes our legion for three whole months.It was our first loss. Yet, for some reason, Geir was rather happy as he gazed upon us. "To those that have lived, learn for we are a race of war and death. This is only the beginning. So stand, our journey is far from over! Stand for his majesty still requires you!"And he was correct, on our way home, a new order had been formed by his majestyA Church of Darkness. One, we prayed and worshiped our Lord and savior, where we would have the honor of helping by giving something precious to our lord.We were given orbs by the fair twins Anya and Mare. It was said that these were our lifeline, lose it, and enteral torment would await. No one had known what they did; however, each man or woman I killed would begin to glow during the second year. Many, including myself, believed it was our way of helping our lord, so we continued the Slaughter in his name.The second-year was a blur. I did not know what overcame me, but my entire world had become crimson soaked in the blood of the innocents. I killed, raped, and ate whatever caught my eyes. Soon time began to slip, and I would awake surrounded by thousands of bloody bodies laughing in glee. Feeling their still-warm bodies, I could only moan in bliss."ALL HAIL LORD SNOW!!! ALL HAIL THE DEMON KING!!!!!"...........I had forgotten why I had started to write. Each year I would write something. Looking down at how it all started, I could not help but marvel. Did I use to hate our king? Impossible he is our God? He is our everything? I, along with billions, have already sold something to the Nines for our lord and savior. How could I hate him? A daughter could always be made again! I have over eighty women from my conquest pregnant, and all of them will be purged in the name of our king.Yes... Yes, for our GOD. This must be done. TO assist our GOD, I gave my dignity, My children, and my humanity. I do not need thanks, my lord. No, the fact you live and walk around us lowly demons is enough for me, your servant. I need no name. No face, only the mask I now wear.FacelessThis is what we are now. We are your demons, created only for death. My emotions are slowly fading, for I have given away more in your namelove, Lust, Hate, Pain who needs such things. I only need loyalty. Eternal Loyalty to you! The Nines have taken all but you, and now what I am is fading, I can finally see the truth. The single truth is hidden in the face of all, even by his majesty, the King.He needs us, for we are his protectors. We are his shield and the Infernal Legion his blade. Yes, this is how it must be. I am now just a mask; nothing can exist except for his majesty upon the Throne of Flames.This is my final entry, for the mask requires only his majesty. My name is no longer important, for what I was is gone. A name, a family, and a will are no longer required, for I live for the King."We the Faceless, See the Truth!"
