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She Screamed in terror as the black Incarnation of terror violated her, Thrusting itself into her Violently drawing blood. taking no notice or care in her pain or cries for mercy, then it was over and as in a dream the beast faded away into a shimmering wall of darkness that hung in the air just feat away that vanished once the Demon had stepped through it. Shadowy figures now rushed to her aid and they saw to her wounds and fed her but this was no kind gesture, Just another step in whatever dark purpose they sought to gain by there activities this night, it was these shadowy figures, these monks that has summoned the fiend to ravage her, But why? the answer didn't come.
The Monks that had captured her then kept her in isolation in there hidden Monastery seeing to her needs as the seed grew within her, She was aware of her forthcoming Pregnancy but she planned to do what she thought was right and despite the fact that her child would be halph fiend she would nevertheless love it as it should be because she was a verry kind woman who always saw the light side of things if possible, it was after all this that stopped her killing herself while in entrapment by the Monks and it was this pressiouse personality trait that allowed her to understand that although her child would be halph fiend and therefore have great potential for cruelty and evil he or she would also possess the taint of a Human soul that would have also great potential for Love, Bravery and loialty towards those other than itself. When the child was born a boy Liser named him Macros. Liser raised Macros with the greatest of motherly love, she nurtured Macros's human side with her love and kindness while not scorning him for his darker tendaincies but instead teaching him the difference between right and wrong through song and story and slowly over the years her kind ways had slowly nurtured and empowered his human Qualities so as to slowly push back the Demon within so that by the time he was 15 Macros could control most of his anger and was capable of many feats of kindness towards others although he accasionaly would wake up seeming into the night after dreams no doubt about his Demonic herratige but this mattered not as slowly these too faded.
Macros Enjoid the life at the Monastery as the Monks had always looked after he and his mother and for this he appreciated there company but his mother, Oh his mother was the gem of his life, her love had spread slowly through him since day one and she could make him feel better at the worst of times, she was everything to him and for her he would have died, the Monastery could disappear along with all the Monk's and as long as Liser was was there he would remain happy, Macros often wondered why his mother didn't like the Monks and she would become quet if he asked and she wouldn't answer him as to why they lived with them either, Unknown to Macros was that she didn't know either, the monks hadn't allowed her to leave the Monastery and knowing that to do so would result in death she never tried to escape, not that she cared for herself it was her son that had stopped her. Macros was oblivious to all of this however and went about his life as he always had, he developed an interest in nature and beauty inspired by his mothers tales of the world.
Everything was going fine for Macros but he new nothing of the upcoming plans for his 18th Birthday, the reason for his mothers imprisonment was about to become imminent. The Monks had Macros born so that he could become the new body for a dark Demon god called UlurBazdull and for the rituals to be done properly he had to be at exactly the right age, First of all a pit fiend from the Abbis would be summoned which would then kill and drink the blood of a humane after which it would partake in the ritual with it being the focus point of the energy used in the ritual to draw the god from it's plain to the body to be taken. Macros woke from sleep on the night of his Birthday with a strange feeling that something was wrong and after a quick look he couldn't find his mother which worried him because she never left her room at night but she wasn't missing for long. Macros entered the large ceremony chamber as the Fiend drank from his mother, his world became a Hurricane of fear, horror and hatred and anger as he viewed this but the Monks didn't notice as they where deep in ritual, they soon found out however as the skull of one member was crushed against the wall before the enraged halph fiend rammed his massive torso against a stone pillar, its base shattering sending it tumbling towards the ground crushing the Pit fiend under tones of stone, Monks rushed him with weapons drawn but it was futile, no man could stand in the way of such fury and hope to be victorious......He tore each and every one of them limb from limb.
A large Shaking black hand cradled the small broken body of a beautiful woman, her blood spilled around the floor, the hands held the body closer and the left hand slid from her forehead to her nose closing her blank lifeless eyes and great sobs echoed through the dark halls of the Monastery, They where the sobs of a "MAN" whose life had been Shattered, his reason for living and hoping torn away from him in an instant leaving him feeling Empty and alone in the world, indeed all that had been Macros's world had been stolen from him, his mother who had been his guiding light was suddenly extinguished. The salty beads that rolled down the black tortured face said it all, he had the face of a demon, a monster but his tears where more humane than anyone could know.
Macros left the Monastery pursuing the fleeing survivors and killing them brutally, after this was done he turned his eyes towards a new guiding light....REVENGE...not on the Monks, they or most of them where dead, but against the forces that had taken his mother, he knew that to say the Monks had taken her would be too specific to stop this ever happening again to himself or anyone so he turned his strength towards that which had taken her "Evil".
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