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Anastasius
Legacy Name: Anastasius
The
Bloodred LegeicaOwner:
PawsAge: 13 years, 6 months, 1 week
Born: October 25th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: October 25th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 0/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"This is not my life..."
Full Name: Anastasius Damalis
Likes: Glory, Battle, Bloodshed
Dislikes: Losing, Fog, The Between Worlds
Physical Description:
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The Ascension - The story of Anastasius, the UNDERWORLD's first Death Knight
The ascension of a knight to the UNDERWORLD is never a good thing... for those not their ally. For centuries, mortal man has looked to knights in their battles. Knights who are renowned as heroes upon their return from battle. They put their lives on the line to defend their people, their land, and most of all, what they believe in. Those knights who fall in battle, are believed to ascend to the highest rank of the sky, to sit aside Zeus for all eternity.
But the morals of man can be easily corrupted. Temptation leads them to the wrong path, killing their pride and nobility among their people. But some paths... some paths can lead to the very depths of hell its self.
Long ago, as battle among the mortal men raged on and on, a young Knight Captain by the name of Anastasius and his group of soldiers fought their way through the enemies, destroying everything in their paths. Mounted upon the best equestrians in the land, their speed was incredible. Their swords were sharp and precise. They were a force to be reckoned with.
Anastasius drew his men to a halt when the battle seemed to subside for the night. They quickly drew camp, and celebrated quietly among themselves. Anastasius grinned to himself as his mind replayed the days events. He watched his men sip their drinks, relaxing and resting before the next gruesome battle began. Amongst the joy that seemed to run throughout the camp, and his wide grin, Anastasius couldn't help but wonder of the enemy that was always on the horizon. The ones that never seemed to reach them. They seemed to always watch, never fight, nor draw sword.
Their movements, from what he could tell, were not like those he slaughtered day after day. They were almost.. unreal. Twitchy. Peculiar. He shrugged it off, shaking his head as a chill ran down his spine. He removed his garments, and wondered off into his tent as the last of his men settled down for a rest, the watchman taking his place.
The noises were not that of his men that roused him. Chittering and chattering, clicks, moans and groans. Ethereal sounds surrounded him as he quickly threw on his gear and drew his sword. Their horses screamed from not far off, not a scream of panic, but of pain. Sword in hand, Anastasius ran from his tent, prepared to face the enemy on the horizon. He knew it was them this time...
He opened his eyes and saw nothing. The camp was how it should be. His men unharmed. Everyone asleep.. He looked to the west towards their horses, but there were not to be found. Panic struck in his chest. Without the horses, they would have to fight on foot. Their pace would be slowed. He took a deep breath and turned to face the opposite way. Stopping dead in his tracks, his sword fell from his hand. Before him stood the entire army of his enemy. It was an ambush.
He called his men, but none of them stirred. He looked to the watchmen to find his neck had been sliced. To his horror, he realized he had thought them asleep and not dead. His entire army was slain. He was all that was left. He turned his face back to his enemy, cursing them for eternity, just as an enemies spear pierced him through the chest.
Anastasius awoke among his men. He jumped up, his hands clutching his chest where the spear has struck him.
"A dream... only.. a dream."
He looked around. His men were huddled together in a group, each cowering in fear.
"What is wrong with you? We have fought gloriously for years and you are cowering at nothing. Stand up and be men!"
He screamed at them. Their eyes darted to him, then back to their surroundings.. or what they could see of it. They were surrounded by fog. A thick, dense fog that brought goosebumps even to Anastasius' body. He shook his head, and laughed at his men.
"Nothing but fog. What's gotten into you?"
A large man stepped forward from the huddle, ever so slowly, his arms wrapped around himself.
"Anastasius, we... we all had the same dream. Every last one of us dreamed we were slaughtered by the enemy... an ambush. Did you, too, have the dream?"
Fear was set in his eyes as he questioned his leader.
"Aye, but it was a dream. Nothing more. Let us move. Gather the men and let's go. The Gods will not be pleased we have wondered off the path they have set for us."
They marched.. and marched, and marched in the never ending fog. Nothing ever seemed to appear. No trees, no plants.. Just the fog. Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Anastasius' mind dwelled on the enemy that had defeated him, swearing his revenge if they ever made it out.
The army nor Anastasius never ate, never slept. Just marched on in a daze, through the fog. Occasionally Anastasius wound feel the presence of someone not of his army, and call out, but they never answered. He got the feeling that they, too, were lost.
Finally, Anastasius brought his men to a halt. He felt a presence he had never encountered before. The ethereal noises came quietly at first, then louder and louder until they were almost right in their ears. His men threw their hands to their ears, calling out to Anastasius for guidance and comfort.
Anastasius stood straight and still as he watched through the fog an enormous figure walk towards him. Smaller figures, twitchy, and almost unreal were on both sides of the figure. The figured stopped just before the fog allowed Anastasius to see his face.
"Anastasius.." a deafening, evil, voice came from the figure.
Anastasius staggered slightly at the sound of it, shocked by the amount of malice the voice carried in it.
"I am Anastasius. What do you want from me? Why are you the only..... the only.. ONE to talk to us in months? Why am I here? WHERE AM I!?"
Anastasius' panic was overwhelming to his men, and they too began to scream at the figure.
"We have been wondering this fog without needing food nor drink for months. We never grow tired, we never need nor want anything.. Please.."
He dropped to his knees and crawled to the figures' feet, clutching his shins.
"Tell me... us, what you want from us."
A sinister laugh came from figure, who gently shook Anastasius off. Anastasius looked up to find the face of not a man, but a demon. The figure spoke again.
"I am The Dark Lord Hades, Anastasius."
Silence spread throughout the area. The ethereal noises seemed to stop, the very air seemed to halt. The smaller figures behind The Dark Lord seemed to bow to him.
"I've watched you and your men since you began fighting and you know it. The figures on the horizon you wondered about... That was me and my minions."He motioned behind him to the small, still bowing figures. They rose at the mention of themselves and walked, limping and dragging feet, forward. They surrounded Anastasius', who gaped at them. They were the undead.. ghouls, geists. He had never seen such foul creatures.
"I have come to offer you and your men a deal.." The Dark Lord began.
"I am a just being, contrary to what you mortals believe. Right now you are stuck between worlds, unable to be judged. The spirit world, you may know it as. Now, I could have let you wonder forever here, waiting on someone else to pass judgement upon you, but I am here to offer you a deal. Anastasius, your name itself lead up to this. It means: Resurrection; the one who shall rise again. That dream of being slaughtered... wasn't a dream. You are dead."
The confusion, the amazement, all feelings in Anastasius' body seemed to drift away. He was dead.. Everything he had worked for was gone. He was supposed to be sitting aside Zeus, for all of eternity. Instead, he was face to face with the Dark Lord himself.
"What is this deal, Demon?" Anastasius muttered.
"DARK LORD.." Hades hissed through his teeth.
"What is this deal, Dark Lord?" Anastasius' repeated, this time better suited for Hades request.
A sly smile spread across the Dark Lord's face.
"Become my minions.. Be judged now and not later. Become my Death Knights and live.. forever. Walk among the mortals again. Leave this spirit world. Be able to walk amoungst my dominion and the mortal world."
"And if we don't accept this deal?" Anastasius questioned.
"Then stay here. Wander forever. Fight off the others who are trapped here.. And not only mortals wander here, fool.." Hades looked down at the man, waiting for his answer.
"Oh... and I'll let you have your horses back.. only.. they are better suited to my taste, as you will be if you should accept."
The clip clop of a horses hooves could be heard running towards them. A dark horse, horns emitting from his head, feet blue with flame, eyes glowing, reared back when he reached the Dark Lord, almost as if to pay his praises to him.
"This is the Death Charger. He will carry you wherever you wish to go.. Now, do we have a deal?" Hades extended his hand towards Anastasius.
"Immortality, Death Chargers formed from the fastest horses in the mortal world.. Judgement... No longer stuck between worlds.." Anastasius weighed out the pros of the offer. His men were easily tempted, ready to get out of the spirit world, urging him to accept.
The Dark Lord laughed again, silencing the pleas of the men.
"You can finally defeat those who have defeated you.." He said quietly to Anastasius.
Anastasius was crushed. His emotions were gone. His seat next to Zeus seemed now unreachable. He took The Dark Lords hand and gripped it firmly.
The deal was done.
Anastasius became the first Death Knight to the Dark Lord Hades.
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