A land bounded in Crimson, a land where the rivers run red with blood, a morbidly beautiful land which sprouts the most gorgeous ivory flowers, a land of the most sordid history. This was the land that a single man refused to flee from; this was the land where the amethyst eyed man was born to, the land in which he thrived.
A man bearing somewhat wild salt-and-pepper hair which reached to his shoulders and a long wildly mustache and goatee; he bore a bright furious amethyst eye, which shone brightly and that was giving off an ever so slight purplish glow, while his right was covered with leather eye patch. His building and height was that of a lean warrior, his skin was marred with his many undertakings that spited death. He wielded a steel two-handed Claymore, as well as carrying several daggers. He wore simple but sturdy steel plate armor, with chain mail and gambeson, as well as crowding upon his skull was a sturdy steel great helm. At this amethyst eyed warrior's back was an army of 10,000 men
Standing before this amethyst eyed warrior in these most bloodstained lands was a host of 5000 men... that is if demons can be counted as men. Standing at the forefront of this host of demons was single man…no a single demon; the demon had skin akin to the color of blood. He bore long silky eloquent silver locks which fluttered in the wind. The demon was clad in beautiful plate mail which design bore a regal air and Crowning from his skull were two beautiful S-shaped horns. His eyes bore the color of a raging Crimson fire, and they like amethyst eyed warrior, bore a glow to them. The demon's face held a handsome noble visage which bordered to the unnatural.
The regal demon stepped forth striding over the bones of old which littered the field "My friend… I truly wish there was another way, but there is not. I'll give you a single chance to flee from this place; take your loved ones to the north. I would rather not take you and your people's lives, so please for my sake, as well as yours, go flee and find fuller field." The demon's words had a weight, a gravitas to them, his voice held a regal command.
The amethyst eyed warrior stride forth to meet with the demon, he too striding over the bones of old which littered the rocky plains like ivory flowers. "MY friend… HA… Now don't make me FUCKING laugh, YOU FUCKING ASS! While it is true there is no fucking DAMN alternative, THAT IS THE FAULT OF YOU MORALLY DEFICIENT MONGREL SHITBAGS! If you FUCKING demons could just keep you're fucking degenerate instincts incheck, WE wouldn't be having this problem now. MY ACTIONS were only took because you damnable demons seem to be FUCKING BORN AS FUCKING blood thirsty maniacs, whose only goal is death and destruction; I had to fucking chop off your fucking steel balls, I needed to castrate you fucking bastards. If I didn't when I'm dead and gone, my people will be once again at your cuntish demons mercy." The amethyst eyed warrior screamed profanities back at the regal demon.
"haaa... So that is your answer?... my crass friend this will be the day you finally die… MEN WIPE OUT THESE HUMANS BUT MAKE THERE END MERCIFULLY SWIFT!!!" The demon gave the order to attack.
"MEN SHOW THESE DAMN FUCKING DEMONS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A ROUGHLANDER!!!" The Amethyst eyed man ordered his loyal soldiers, as he readied his Claymore.
This was Joc Zalera of Mulgar, The Margrave of the roughlands, The Lord Regent for Prince Rudlag the unprepared… the slayer of the demon king…. a Lord of many a name and title, in this is what's Joc Zalera was; a man of fame and achievement. But more importantly joc was a man who dedicated his life to service, service to his people, service to the crown and service to all those who cry out in fear of the demons. In simple terms joc was a man of incredible character, he would rather lose a leg than let negligence and incompetence cause the suffering of the many peoples of the realm.
But because of joc steadfast and unshakable devotion to service, he had lost an eye, his legs and an arm. He had sacrificed his flesh on the altar that is the realm, and asking for little more than a smile and recognition in comparison.
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"For your crimes against his Majesty king Rudlag and the realm you Joc Zalera of Mulgar, former Margrave of the roughlands are hereby sentenced to death by hanging. May your soul eternally suffer damnation as penance for your crimes against King and God!" The town crier announced to the blood thirsty crowd.
"YOU BASTARD!" "And to think I used to respect you!" "Just die already!" "A hanging is too good for scum like you!" "Rot in the helllands you vile piece of cow shit!" The shouts of the crowd were ones of hatred and blood lust not a single voice spoke in Joc's favor…[ …why…]
Joc's Haggard amethyst eye looked towards his little brother Alexan and his wife Valerie for salvation … But they did not speak in his favor, they only had a gleeful twinkle in their eyes and lightest shadow of smile…they seemed, happy. His family was not coming to his aid, They instead seem to revel in his soon-to-be death…[ …why just…why… we are kin…so…why…]
Joc turned his amethyst eye to plead with his peers the nobility…but their faces were twisted into a sickening visage of envious glee, even those who he considered his friends head among those was Duke Talson. The man who Joc considered his most steadfast ally… […why…what did I do?... I simply did what was best for the realm…]
Joc finally looked towards King Rudlag the man who Joc considered a son, but his face is the same as all the others that damn revolting glee.
[Why… Why…WHY…WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!?! ...….. Just why is this happening… Why is no one coming to my aid, why is no one speaking in my favor, why do they all seem so damn pleased…. Why do they have such a disgusting horrid joy plastered on all their faces, why are they punishing me AFTER ALL THAT I HAVE DONE FOR THAM! AFTER ALL THE SUFFERING I HAVE ENDURED FOR THERE SAKES!?!? ….NO, I know….. I know why they are betraying me, why they're are sullying my name and stealing my achievements… Envy, most ugly of sins… Yes I have lived long enough to see it before in man and demon alike… I accomplish too much, in the process I've ruined my body and simply made myself a target of petty jealousy….. I really was too foolish to believe i wouldn't be discarded when I was of no use….. What a fool I was…. If only I didn't serve these ungrateful Welches…. ] Joc thought with the burning rage of a wildfire only to eventually turn into a cold frigid hatred, before finally deliverance came in the pull of a lever. Joc dropped, his neck snapping putting it ends to this consciousness and letting him roam in the inky abyss of nothingness that is death.
So hanging upon a noose was a gray-haired battered corpse that was missing its legs, an eye and an arm. It eye that was still open was piercing amethyst in color, it's face contorted in rage, its skin was marred by years battle. If it were not for the scars and the lack of Crimson staining the corpse one would believe it was mauled by the most violent of the vile demons. Truly a strange sight to see a living corpse that survived for so long, to be ended and rendered back to the earth by woven threads.
(A/N: hello first of all for anyone who's reading this story I want you to have my many thanks. because after all I have fairly shoddy writing and this is my first real attempt at putting anything out there. So any criticism that anyone has feel free to offer it up, it would actually be much obliged. Now unto the actual notes, ok so " " is speaking and [ ] is thought. Also this work will be a fairly slow progress one see as I am fairly lazy bastard not to mention the fact that I'm dyslexic and have some of the most horrid spelling skills….so ya... Anyways I hope you do enjoy this :D have a good day or night.)