• The apocalypse is nearing... and the dawn will only bring the bloodshed of many foolhardy men... The Shadow King sat on a throne of shattered skull tilting a glass of blood down his throat. "The time for my vengeance have finally arrived... today, hell will show its face upon the Kingdom of Zeranox..." (Evil wicked laugh heard in the distance as screen blacks out and shows a small kingdom) The kingdom of Zeranox was peaceful for centuries after the last Demon Wars, the Shadow King had not come and ravaged the lands anymore, and thus the soldiers grew weak, lazy, and pathetic. They molested woman, and grew corrupt and greedy. The king was old, weak, and had no successor. The King was upon his death bed in the Chapel of Nox... Archbishop, A young woman, as beautiful as an angel, walked in dressed in a mourning gown." The king was a good man, and lived for his country as well as died for his country, and we arrive here at dawn to pay our respects to this glorious king..." (cut off) drunk Soldier," Glorious? That king was a pathetic loser; he didn't even have a kid!"... suddenly the chapel erupts in darkness... a sinister laugh is heard in the background as everyone looks towards the opening doors...There entered the Shadow King, whom no one has seen since thousand's of years ago. He opened is bloodthirsty red eyes, the color of a crimson blood. His diamond hard skin covered with malicious fires, and wings outstretched as if it was about to engulf the entire chapel..."IT"S A DEMON" shouted the drunken guard in surprise. "Pathetic Mortal" the demon said as it suddenly appeared before the guard and outstretched a hand, "I'm more than a mere...demon...I am the ruler of the Demon lands, the Shadow King!" suddenly, a ball of dark flaring malice erupted beneath the guards feet as he slowly began a transformation into a demon...he grinned a vicious grin witch evolved into a hysterical laugh... Archbishop "No... You...should be dead...OUR ANCESTORS KILLED YOU IN THE DEMON WAR!" Shadow King "That's what a fool would think..."he slowly said some words enveloped with malice...some words could be made out..."Those that have fallen, arise again and claim your rightful vengeance... ABYSSAL RAGE!" The chapel cracked and what came from these cracks were a thousand souls as black as death...