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In a time, long forgotten by Gods, a battle was fought.

A man, on the brink of death, drags himself on the ground.

A demon, once the man's friend, stands at his front.

A sea of corpses surrounds them both. The man's loved ones.

He was not strong enough, to save even one.

The demon mocks him. Dares the man to retaliate again.

For the demon of nothing is afraid of.

As everyone he once knew, lies dead now. In despair, the man fell.

His hesitation cost him everything. Of his mercy, this is the price.

Pain floods his heart. And of primordial hatred is tainted his soul.

The man cried. The man screamed.

The man Called.

With his emotions, raw mana was unleashed.

For the evilest of fates to befall his once friend.

For endless torture to punish the demon.

For his enemy to meet despair, to meet true fear.

The man´s soul was shredded to pieces.

But as it happened he smiled, for his Call, was answered.

Eternal oblivion, the man embraced.

For in life for him nothing is left.

He died and the demon understood.

Wild magic, as his last resort, used the man.

This magic was never done before.

A blinding blue light dimmed the stars.

An infinite shadow darkened the sky.

From the abyss, something crept out.

And through reality itself, his way tore out.

Standing between the corpse and the demon, a youth in black with his eyes closed stood.

At shoulder level, the youth lifted his arms. A long breath he took.

His eyes burst open and with a devilish smile, the youth greeted the world.

'A beautiful piece of magic I have to admit. I think I have fallen in love.'

In a pleasant voice, Evil Incarnate spoke.

Black eyes the demon saw, and he knew, for him, peace will never be found.

From emotions, magic is created.

From hatred and despair, Summoning was born.

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- Indecipherable script written in an unknown language.

Found inside a clay vase in a desert.