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I have always wanted to right a book and the other day I had a completely outrageous, random, outburst of creativity that is really coming together as a unique world I have never really seen the likes of before. I thought I would put this first bit of what I have so far up just so see what people think about it. I have already sent it to a few of my close friends and have gotten consistently good reviews. Enjoy,but please keep in mind that any concepts in this are my personal intellectual property and I would appreciate if you didn't steal anything from me. Hope you all like it!
" So this is how it all ends" he thought, kneeling at the center of the battle field clenching his teeth in
anger as the blood and bile ran freely from his maw. "Pain" that single word had taken on an almost absence of meaning in his existence over the course of the last few millennium, but he felt it now, and he accepted it with open arms as the whole of the revolution stabbed and, slashed, and gouged at his rapidly falling defenses. "If only they knew what they were doing, If only these "heroes" had an inkling of what they were about to unleash they would think twice about their actions." As his life force continued to fade he felt the remaining arms of evil slowly encroaching upon the barren lands that he and his brethren had built with their bare hands. He struggled to maintain consciousness amid their onslaught reflecting on everything that had happened, the necessities of his actions. The seemingly cruel tactics utilized by him and his brethren to maintain the country were always perceived as unfair, or inhumane, when in reality the actions that were thought to be oppressive to the people, were the same actions that kept something far worse than themselves at bay. He felt it's presence readily waiting on the outsides of the nether its grasp cold and harsh on his mind, smiling with anticipation. He was the last of the Demi-gods, the last of the Sanctified Seven, the final line of defense for the rabble, and he had failed, destroyed by the same thing he was trying to defend. He managed to look up from the ground and gaze upon the sea of bodies pulsating before him, spitting and cursing as they tried to finish him off. The crowd began to part and he saw him, their leader. Approaching to apply the final blow that would ultimately lay waste to this land. "XETHRIS! Your Iron grasp on this land has finally come to an end!" The crowd cheered as he drew his blood soaked blade from its sheath. "Your brothers!-" He paused mid sentence to lay his first strike directly across his neck, sparks and blood flew as enchanted steel
met Strengthened bone "have already met the same fate-" with a similar pause he lay his second blow across the side of his skull causing blood and sparks to spray into nearby brush catching them on fire. "With your death I announce the freedom of my people! And the beginning of a new age in this world" The ignorant revolutionary planted the tip of his enchanted blade just inside the center of his diaphragm. "Do you have anything left to say before I lay waste to your corrupted soul?" Xethris looked up from the ground directly into the eyes of the man who held his life. He sneered at the cliche of his appearance, at the self righteous ideals that drove his sword, but mostly that such a man was able to topple gods. He reached out into the man's mind. He was a proud man full of worry for his sons, discerned at the future
that lay ahead of them. Then Xethris spoke with his true voice for the first time in many hundreds of years causing the earth to tremble as every syllable passed through his lips. "With my death comes your demise" He reached out and pulled the sword deeper into his chest until it pierced his body entirely, and then as one final act of defiance, he unleashed thousands of years of his memories into the man allowing him to realize what he had done, the justification of the Demi-gods actions, the truly righteous intent of their rule and the final outcome of his revolution. The man stared into the eyes of the dying Demi-god wishing he could take it all back. The horrors of what had been injected into his mind was far beyond human comprehension. As he removed his sword from the chest cavity of Xethris, he took his final raspy breath and the dim glow faded from his eyes as he fell to the hard stone floor. Cheers erupted from the crowd, entirely oblivious to the intimate contact that had just occurred in an instant before their eyes.The man turned to his followers with a face of frenzied dissolution. When they pleaded for a speech from their new
king he said simply "We are all doomed...." and slit his own throat before them.
