Preachings of Darkness

I would want you to know that whatever you may think, the light is not the only ruler of our lands. I, Demron, want to say that as long as I stand, evil will exist and the darkness will persist! I have a flame of dark rage that lives in me, a flame which will never disappear. I call upon all the evil of the realm to express themselves without any fear! The light does not attack if we do not harm it.

I will preach the darkness, I will preach the evil and pray for my beliefs. I trust the darkness and the evil of our lands. The stone was dark, so are we, isn't that a sign? May the temple of the the City of Shadows be filled with believers and may it be preserved from the light. I dare any good soul to enter the temple and kill its priest. Any believer of the light that sets foot in my temple, he should be slain on the altar as a sacrifice to the darkness. Evil has many times remained silent before coming back with strength in these lands. Our rest has taken place, now is time for reconstruction. I call upon all the evil souls of the realm to join me in my combat for the darkness and the struggle against the light.

I demand all presences with a shadowed heart to dare step on the side of evil and name themselves as such. May the darkness and shadows convert your souls.

As for the light, or "neutrality", I would like you to know we have our ideals, we have our nightmares (dreams) we have our thoughts! Evil and darkness are not an extinguished race. They still stand and with nor fear to repeat myself, will stand at least until I stand.

The paladin was just in front of me. He's blind trust in the light must have made him think he could have killed me. Never should he have even dared to lay eyes upon me. The foolish believer of good attacked with an ignorant rage against the darkness of the realm. He charged with the strength of a ram and with his "holy blade" tempted to cut me in little bits. The enlightened crusader past by as a blind bull trying to hit a red cap. Rage was in his eyes, a rage that was almost evil.

Never wielding a weapon, I had to embrave my function of priest and reach in my backpack for my trusty backbiter. As the name of my weapon indicates it, I backstabbed the paladin with a powerful hit right under his shoulder blade. A horrible scream came out of his mouth: "Aaahhh!" he shouted with all his might. His wound was bleeding freely. I laughed at him. What an ignorant fool. My laugh made him only more angry and more blind. He threw his sword at me and unfortunately scratched my leg. He was going to pay for that. I would now have to slaughter that fool of believer of the light. I threw a holy flare at him. He fell to his knees and pleaded for his dear Goddess of light to help him. A pathetic view if you want my opinion.

I took my trusty weapon with both of my hands and delightedly slayed him by entering my blade through the top of his head to the bottom. His blood poured through his neck like a little fountain of dark red water. I slowly removed my blade from his head and watched him with a cruel delight fall to the ground like a dead insect. I showed him what to think of evil. I might be a priest and fighting might be against my work of clergyman, but I can fight when I need to. Even if I am sure to die, I am ready to fight to maintain evil alive.

"The time is close now, the end is near". Will you understand that soon enough? The darkness is growing in me, and around me. The evil will soon be strong enough to unleash itself. Isn't one enough to make evil come back with strength? I will say yes. If I must stand alone against all, I will. If I must fight alone for the cause of evil, I will. And if I must die for evil, I will. Alone, I am ready to do all that is possible to do to make evil the most powerful force there is! The demons of the abyss will be freed and will cause chaos upon these lands one day or the other. Whatever may anyone say, chaos will be unleashed by the darkness. I shall preach the glory of evil to the end of my days.

Now you must be getting the habit of having me write to preach evil every day. I wander if you, lost souls of the darkstone, have ever heard of the story of the ever darkened spirit of the light? I don't think you have ever encountered this wandering ghost who was going about aimlessly in my city.

A long time ago, a young priest entered the City of Shadows by inadvertence. This young priest had all of a good "believer". He had always done what he could to help the people around him and had always been a good preacher of the light. In fewer words, he was the worst person that could ever enter the City of Shadows. He was seen as a scum to the eyes of the rest of the shadows and beasts of the city. The priest was... a moving target. He entered gently the city and, seeing that the place was filthy and full of evil, he started to preach the words of good. These words were unbearable to the inhabitants of the city. They sounded like a music sang by the worst bard. This priest quickly started to create a terrible range in the heart of the poor shadows of the place. Hopefully for them, a nice little shadow bear decided he would be strong enough to slaughter the preaching fool and to bring back his head. In the main square of the city, the priest was sitting down and preaching and praying to the Goddess of Light. He then heard a terrible growl. He opened his eyes and saw a huge shadow bear lurking at him like if he was to be his next meal. The bear looked at the priest right in the eyes and slowly approached him. A big slash of the bears paw was enough to decapitate the priest in one fast and direct go. The bear took the head in his mouth and brought him to the other shadows to show them his trophy.

Then the priest entered the room in a raging furry: "what is this you hold? Tis the head of the follower of the light you bring here. Give it to me now!". The priest took the head and ran to his temple. He put the head on the altar and held his sacrificial dagger over hid head with both of his hands and stabbed the head with anger and rage.

The spirit of the priest was caught back during his ascension to the never world and brought back to the altar. His spirit was condemned to walk around the City of Shadows until another priest came and delivered him with holy words from his curse. Well... he would have been delivered if he wasn't exterminated a second time? How can you kill a spirit? Well to be honest, some priests, as I , have the power to use a sacred detection which elevates their view to the highest point and to allow them to see the lost souls. The soul was unfortunately slain by a priest of the dark religion one cold day of the 13 days of evil. He never should have entered the city, he was slain twice for his error.

That's the end of my story. You can take it as a warning for the "Light" to keep out of my city.

I will not talk to you today about cruel death, nor the City of Shadows nor will I preach evil. I will talk to you today about a dinner I had in the "Forbidden Castle". My old friend Count Vladimir..., said "Vlad" invited me for dinner. Like always, the castle had a warm welcome. Two undead were waiting for me at the entrance of the castle. One of them took my blood red robe and put it in the cupboard made for that use. He then led me to a waiting room not far from the entrance of the castle. While going there, in the corridor, an arrow swished from the wall and went right into the bottom of my leg. I removed the arrow and, being a priest, healed myself by magic. Vlad always like to tease me.

In the waiting room, I sat on a small wooden bench waiting for another undead servnat to come and get me when Vlad was ready. A few minutes after, a servant did as supposed and took me to a middle sized room with a small library and two seats. I sat down in one of the chairs. Vlad entered the room just after. I stood up and shook his hand. We both then sat down in the two chairs, facing each other; We had a small conversation. Not too long after, a servant entered the room, approached Vlad an left. Vlad then stood up and said: "dinner time".

I follow him to a great banqueting hall. We sat one in front of the other and ate dinner like friends discussing evil and darkness around a good bottle of wine and a great meal prepared by an enslaved cook coming form Eria. All was going fine until I unfortunately let my glass of wine fall down. I leaned at picked it up, but he saw it... my black ring. He saw the ring that was once his and that he envies so much. HE growled with rage and jumped on the table brandishing a broadsword. "My ring" he shouted. Woops. I had to run. . . Well, things weren't as simple. I like Vlad very much, but I couldn't rekill him even if I wanted to: he's too strong. I kicked the table and made it turn over with Vlad on it. HE flew through the room and hit the wall. I ran to the door, and ran past the corridor as fast as I could, but the two servants were waiting for me. I threw one of my flares at them , and blinded them for a few minutes, but just after, I fell nose to nose with Vlad. How he moved around so fast, I don't know, but he was facing me with a very nasty look on his face. what to do... I naturally stepped back and called upon the gods to help me, but nothing to do.

Vlad gabbed me, and took my ring. From that point, all I remember is I woke up in a jail, in one of the towers of the castle. I managed to pick the rusted lock of the cell, and went out to look for my old friend. I looked all over the castle, until I noticed it was day! So Vlad must have been sleeping. I headed towards his bedroom and saw him holding the ring and sleeping. I approached as silently as I could and grabbed the ring from him. He woke up with the same angry expression as before. So I did something natural, I opened the curtains of the room, and let sunlight enter. Vlad started smoking. I then opened the window and jumped from it. I ran until I reached the City of Shadows. I was safe. Just another ordinary dinner at one of my fellow believers in darkness.

I have returned from my short absence of a few days. Like all, I have had a small time working on my evil plans. I will now get back to my almost daily stories about evil most of you seem to appreciate. Well... for today, I wanted to talk to you all about a living legend, the great warrior that was feared by all. This legend I will not name because I know you will all recognize him. He does not need to be named, he should only be worshiped. Lets get on to it...

A few hundred years ago, a war in between the Shadows and the forces of the light of a little village. This.. war wasn't mush of a challenge for the evil clan. The little part of the population that wanted to fight evil were just a few priests and a few farmers: fools which thought they could actually do something against the darkness. All started actually by the death of the new member of the Shadows. He was like the little brother of the clan, taken care of by his two mentors now forgotten of his same class. The young one was just hunting in the woods near the rebel village. This young Shadow was attacked, while he was fighting, by five farmers and three priests. Dark one not having much experience yet was soon killed, but the God of evil, our Dark Lord, thought he should be given a second chance and brought him back to live in the City of Evil. Of course, the young Shadow went to see his two tutors and told them about what happened. These two decided one man only would be needed to make the rebellion stop: out legendary warrior.

The fighter was sent to the village. He entered the village, as soon as he was seen, the villagers rung the alarm bells and the few rebels, only twenty farmers and ten priests. They all got their weapons and ran to the main square of the city to await their certain death. The warrior approached the square slowly and with all his confidence. He arrived in the middle of the square and took his sword out and his... staff. All the villagers all jumped on him at once and tried to kill the feared warrior. In two sweeps he sent all the villagers to the grounded. They all tried to flee. What a mistake. The warrior ran after the villagers, and slaughtered the powerless souls one by one. He then grabbed all the corpse and brought them to the altar of the City of Shadows. All these corpse were sacrificed by the priest on the sacrificial altar. Seluctruh did not regret the act of saving the young Shadow and accepted the sacrifice generally offered by the great warrior. Once again, the Shadows had proven the power of darkness. And over all, the warrior, showed he was the best, once again.

A plague has came upon the lands to preach the words of death. I preach these words too and warn you all that what is roaming around these lands is no normal illness or just a hazard. This is a sign to remind you the presence and strength of evil. This plague of death was created by a small group of a secret organization of evil druids and preachers like me. They unite to make their magic stronger and throw plagues and illness upon the world. This group is made up of the strongest representatives of evil in the realm, and never shall anyone know who belongs to it. This secret group was created far long ago, and what happened now is the result of...

...as most of the stories concerning evil, things start in the mysterious place that is the City of Shadows. The shadow priest was preaching and a certain vampire who lived not too far north entered the small temple. He approached the priest, who was kneeling down, and bent over his shoulder. "We must make the our magical unity work once more to remind all that we are still here and powerful," said in a deep dark voice the lord vampire. "Yes, we must," answered the priest. The both stood up. "We must get the others. I will send the shadows'" replied the priest. He chanted a few magical words and ten shadows came out from the walls. "Go get them," uttered the priest. The shadows seeped back in the walls and went all over our lands, fleeing everyone until they find the person for whom they have a message. That night, in a secret deep underground temple, called the Pit of the Abyss, the community of the evil legion of magic casters was united. They were all dressed in there ceremonial robes, a sacrificial dagger in hand. The temple was actually carved in the stone of the actual ceiling. It use to be a cave that led directly to the center of our lands, in the middle of the abyss. The room is a grand cave where souls and demons are carved on the wall. In the center of the temple is a huge hole decorated with carved demons creeping out of the hole. All the members of the secret society were around the hole, counting their magical words. The most powerful evil magic was unleashed. After an hour of chanting, a black smoke came out from the abyss and filled itself with all the magic of the enchantments. The smoke went around the realm and left all the creatures it encountered with at terrible illness Tatianna has already talked about...

May you understand this message: evil is still alive and powerful. It has invaded the souls of the population of the land of the dark stone.

In our world, you might dissociate two to three types of people: good, neutral and evil. All those who think that are wrong. There is only one type of man. All these "different types of men" are all part of the same nature, the one that bounds all human beings in the circle of life and death. All these men present the same natural features. You might want to make a racial distinction followed by a physiological difference, but that is superficial. All that matters is one's soul.

At birth, through life and after death, everyone's soul have the same instincts. The difference that you might take as being the key of difference in between each soul is actually the resistance one puts in denying his instincts.

The good soul will deny and constrain his nature. He will want to mutate and become abnormal. His desire is in changing what he is because he cannot accept his true nature and he tries to deny it. These beings lie to themselves. They ignore their nature because they are not strong enough to live as they are. They cannot admit their cogito and have to travesty themselves to escape from humiliation. They win their glory by evading from conflicts and obstacles. These creatures find honor in fleeing from conflicts. That is far from being the worst; the worst is certainly that the majority of our souls follow this treacherous path. These infamies being in the largest number, they are recognized as good! They are the ones who have the power because they took the easy path and used ignorance as a weapon. These creatures are the ones who decide! Why? One should not find this normal. Why should dishonor have the reigns of power and the honorable and noble soul obey the felon? One should not agree in this.

To continue our analyses, we will talk about the so called neutral soul. These souls belong to an intermediate breed. They follow no path. They are passive. Never will they advance in any way. These creatures can be chaotic as well as anarchic. They follow the path of "good" in most of the ways, and instead of being proud of their nature, they hide it. They do not mask their instincts in the same way as the ignorant breed. No, these beings unleash their nature in the darkness so no one can feel it. They refuse to admit their nature, but cannot resist in the call of instinct. They act by naming their nature "good", and go on crusades using their own instinct against the ones that follow their true nature. These are as felons as the other impure breed. They obey their instinct, but do not dare to call them by their true name. They use instinct in the name of "good".

Now the true believers of our natures are evil. They are the most natural souls. They obey their instincts and our proud of it. They have honor and gain it by living fully as they were made. Never will they deny their soul or origin. They are power because they are pure! People are scarred of their strength and that is why they are insulted and chassed for their belief in there nature. They have the knowledge, the only truth, they know their nature and know how to live with their instincts. They have to take power and kill the hypocrites that insult the nature of their souls. All this pure race, this pure breed, these pure beings will honor their god founder of their souls. All beings were forged on a model they are the only one who have stayed like this model of perfection. To achieve their assumption to divine power, they must purge the lands from the impure unbelievers and stay master of the rest. They must enslave good and neutrality! They are the chosen ones!

On that I will let the destiny of the world take care of itself. Whatever happens, evil will always rule at the end, for evil is in all, but it is the most powerful in pure beings.

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