Prologue: Fall of The King In Black

Everyone needs something to believe in. Whether that thing be God, gods, or themselves. But where does faith end and delusion begin? In the beginning, it is recorded there was nothing. And from that nothing, came light. And with the forming of the light, came life. And with life came the freedom of choice. The freedom of will. But for some, their will became their shackles. It is said that there was one who seen creation in all of its glory and chose a different path. A path of isolation. A path of destruction. For everything born in the light, was gifted with a will of its own. But this "King in Black" who was once a being of pure light, chose to challenge the "Giver". The giver of the very will that, it used to defy its creator with. And so this being who was once adorned in the gift of light itself, fell, and was clothed in the same void he was casted into. Forever to be named the King in black. For the realm he now called his domain was his punishment. A deep chasm devoid of light, devoid of reason. A place of pure madness. A place where nameless creatures dwelled. But the King in Black did not sit idly by. He began to raise an army fueled with the same hate and spite that filled every fiber of his being. With this hate that burned in his chest, a flame of pure darkness was lit. An ever consuming flame which was devoid of the light, much like the flame of life the humans would be later given. His followers learned to harness this flame. A symbol of the same Will their master had. Bearers of this cursed flame had one goal. To destroy everything in creation. To consume everything the light touched. To impose one will on a world of choice, of will and purpose.