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You know my legend if you herd about me but, only few know the details. Well here’s how my story goes, starting at the very beginning. It started out with two gods born with untold knowledge and power.

The first gods were born from light created by some unknown power from a dead civilization called, Dioses. The other god was born from darkness by the same unknown power a second after. My ancestors believe the last person alive from Dioses was a woman that was pregnant with two boys. She sacrificed herself using Forbidden Dioseon Magic to hide the past and start a new life for her children. The magic spell she used is called Darshina. Darshina is the ultimate recreation spell, a spell that leaves all behind for the benefit of another. Crydel Heavon, with wings of white, and Darnail Hellious, with wings of black, were the two children. They were born as grown men and were the last of Dioses. The only two Dioseon left anywhere. With them standing on the last bit of Dioses and the only thing left in their galaxy. They started creating everything in their galaxy. They named their galaxy Kamila meaning “New beginning”. They were the guardian angels of their own creation, keeping it safe from any dangers, even each other. Crydel, as the eldest brother, was in charge, but Darnail was tired of listening to him and decided to have some fun of his own. Darnail created erupting volcanoes, war, disease, hate, and more destruction in his path. Crydel had to put a stop to him, so he cursed him to a place Crydel created, and named it after Darnail. He also gave him the title Fallen Angel. Crydel thought Hellious was a prison, but it was just a new world Darnail ruled and that is when war started between Heavon and Hellious causing rifts, which we call portals, to open. Through their entire war, gateways were made to hold together all the galaxies to a center galaxy known as Sarrafa. The two brothers fought to the death, but brought worlds together in the process. Creating universal peace and ending the feud.
Darnail and Crydel had wives. Darnail's wife was the Goddess of Beauty, Ivery. Crydel's wife was a mortal named, Holy. Both women had a son. Ivery had my father, Antium, and Holy had my brother’s father, Aduro. They knew not of each other till they grew into men and went to rule what their fathers left them. Their fathers left them a message when they went to rule their kingdoms, which said, “My son, the world of your cousin will try to take over Kamila and then try for other galaxies. You cannot let him do such a thing. It would ruin the balance between good and evil and cause the ultimate destruction. You must destroy him, take his soul to fuse it with yours, and become the balance of all.” That caused the feud to start again. My father and Aduro had a child each with the same woman, my brother's and my mother, Lucia. Our fathers fought to the death just like their fathers before them leaving destruction in their wake. My brother, Archard Airreius Heavon, and I, Hector Corvenious Hellious, were both named after our grandfathers. It has been 218D.Y. since our race was left with just two, and 216,953H.Y, since the great creation and now, he rules Heavon, while I rule Hellious. For a time being, our worlds were at peace.

I have ruled my lands ever since I was born. Fifteen centuries I have ruled and was respected by all for my code. I met my Flair, the Fire Goddess, on my twenty-first century birthday and fell in deep love with her at first sight; in time she came to love me. A year later, I married her and she became the Fire Goddess of Hellious. Two years and nine months later, she gave birth to my son, Necro Shade Hellious. She told me that she wouldn’t be around much longer for the Ripeus Disoma has chosen her fate. She told me Necro was special and made me promise I would always protect him no matter what. I promised and with her last bit of energy left she transferred her power to Necro. She said Auqo, the water reaper, was here to take her. While I was holding her hand, she passed to the spirit world. I kissed her a fair well and let her go with a tear falling off my cheek. Gently, I picked up my newly born son and gently smiled with another tear falling from my face. I wanted to see what made him so special so I took a look at him and there it was. On his back were black bird wings, the wings of my grandfather, Darnail.
A mortal has no wings on their back and only gods from either the unholy or the holy blood lines have two big demon or angel wings on their back. The wings look like tattoos but, when they release their power, they become real. Only mature gods can use that kind of power and control it.
Gods with the unholy crest on their right palm become the next ruler of Hellious. My son had the crest. My brother showed up on that day and looked at the wings on my sons back. "Hmm, interesting," Archard said.
"What?" I demandingly asked.
"The kid has black angel wings," He replied.
"They will change to demon wings in the future, when he becomes a man, brother."
“Believe what you want Hector but, you know as well as I do the wings won’t change.”
“I don’t care. He will be the strongest out of all of us.” With a smirk Archard replied, “We’ll see.” With those words he turned and left. I took my son home and raised him to become the future ruler of Hellious.

I watched my son grow, teaching him things on the way. I taught him how to look into people's hearts and souls. I showed him what to do when someone offers their soul. I taught him how to become a mighty and powerful god. He was a quick learner. My son knew a lot and wanted to learn more. He trained all day and every day, both mind and body.
He is eighteenth D.Y. now and was having a party with his friends. My brother arrived shortly after every one left. "Hey Necro, miss me?"
"Hey Uncle, not really."
"I got a gift for you."
"Sweet thanks. I missed you so much," He said with a smile.
“You only get one and one alone, so don’t suck up,” Archard replied with a smirk.
“Thanks any way.” He opened the box of white and half the box turned black. Inside there was an amulet. It glowed half black and half white. "Try it on," he insisted.
"Wait, what is that thing," I asked.
"Oh, it’s the Amulet of Lost Souls. It’s used to guide souls through the light or the dark. He can use the amulet to gain power," Archard explained.
"Okay, you may try it on," I allowed. Necro put it on and it glowed bright then faded into a yin-yang. "Oh yes, it’s also known as the Amulet of Balance."
"Thanks Uncle!" Necro said with a smile.
"Okay the party's over. We will be seeing you Archard. Good night," I said.
"Good night Necro, Hector," he replied.
"Night Uncle."

Later that night I had a vision in the realm of dream. I awoke and walked to my Throne Room to think about the dream. I had sat in my thrown for only a few minutes, when I heard my son yell. Dashing to his room, I grabbed the handle and as soon as I did a fearful power rose, causing the door to exploded across the room, sending me flying through a wall. I slowly climbed out of the rubble and saw my son floating in front of his doorway. He was in a form I never seen before. His head was a giant demon skull with long hair of flame, two strong black chains around each wrist, the lower half of an unholy monks robe, big evil blue eyes, two gigantic black angel wings, black markings all over his body like a curse, and around his neck was the amulet. I looked at him and he looked back but in an instant he spit a mighty blast of fire at me as huge as a dragon skull. I dodged it destroying ten of the castle rooms. I shot a powerful beam back at him, blasting him through his bed room wall. Necro jumped back up, rushing at me with his claws, but I dodge it each slash. I jumped away from him to summon my inner power, releasing my power in one huge blast. The blast sent Necro flying and destroyed the entire room leaving my throne and the floor that would collapse at any time. When the smoke cleared you could see me in my new form. I had long black spiky hair, bulging muscles, huge black and red demon wings, crimson red eyes, and a skull belt buckle. We grabbed each other’s hands, trying to overpower the other. I over powered him and spun around the room throwing him into the Shadow Forest surrounding the castle. I could see trees smashing in a line. Knowing this wasn’t done, I jumped into the air and flew like an arrow after him. I landed in a clearing where the crushed trees stopped. Watching my surroundings, I waited for him to show, while hearing in the surrounding trees rustle as he was flying around. He tried blasting me with his mighty flame once again, but missed, causing the trees behind me to catch fire. He rushed me and I flung him into the fire by grabbing his wrist sending him spiraling into the inferno. All you could see next was a blast of fiery energy in the air as he flew out of the flames and above me, looking down upon me. He rushed me and I started dodging his attacks once again, and then pushed him back into a tree. His head dropped and I thought I might have won but, his head rose with a demonic grin on his face. His body turned into a black mist and disappeared in to the shadows becoming one with them. He could appear anywhere and disappear twice as fast so, I jumped in front of the blazing fire to get out of the darkness. I scanned the area with dragon eyes, so I could see into the shade, waiting for him to attack. That’s when he jumped out of my own shadow and struck me, sending me flying into the sky. He followed up by disappearing and appearing above me, pounding me with his clenched fist in my gut, slamming me back to the ground. He dropped to the ground and walked to me, then stepped on my chest making me spit up a massive amount of blood.
In the shadows behind him I saw someone standing there. "Brother, how are you?” The man asked.
"You b*****d, what did you do to my son?" I ask coughing trying to catch my breath.
"I turned him into a holy demon. His soul couldn't handle his new power and became to corrupt to control his own body, so I took control of it. Necro let him go," he demanded. Necro took his foot off me then kicked me across the forest floor into a tree. I fell to the ground in agonizing pain, "Good."
"Ah! Why have you done this?" I yelled in agony.
"I want to rule the worlds our family has created without messing with the balance of course. You know how it is," he replied.
"So you’re using my son to rule all that exist?"
"And to get rid of you so you can't stop me. I needed to weaken you without using any power, so I could curse you to the world of lost souls, Darrisa," He explained.
"You son of a wench!" I snapped.
"I don't think mother would like you calling her a wench," he replied with a smirk.
"I'll kill you with every ounce of my strength!" I threatened.
"Sorry brother but, your time as ruler is up. You're too weak to stop me now."
"I'll be back for my thrown and my son."
"I'll be here waiting. Now then, with the power in me, I curse thy soul of evil so fowl and him of strip is power to send him to the world of wandering souls for all eternity! Darna, Lightra, Skyrana!" A bolt of white lightning struck me with mighty force and I passed out.