The throne echoed the sound throughout the land a load thump and scattering of metal.My shield was battered and cracked. My Enchanted sword of light, bestowed on me from the goddess, was ever sharp. The black blood on its blade evaporated, along with the darkness that had loomed over our lands.

The Man before me was tall standing over eight feet he dwarfed me but I had severed his dominate hand allowing his hammer to drop to the floor. His armor was thick but nothing could stop "Vigils" blade.

His demonic eyes narrowed swinging his shield at me, Hera and Sam shot forth a spell called smite burning his flesh and sending him back several feet. Sam began to chant words of power "Ho, Na, Dul, Ja, Vin.."

while Hera sent out her Spirit companion a white sprit wisp that repeatedly flew through the demon lord causing him to burn from the holy light. I began to charge Vigils stone with my Mana ready to strike down the demon.

He cast a Demon spell destroying the wisp sending the remaining damage to Hera causing her to fall to her knees. Sam Cast his spell sending a spear of light a 10th tier spell known as Judgment.

"Judgment, be done!" Sam yelled as the spear collided with the demon lord, soon spirits of light surrounded him each resembling the pure souls he had slain. they charged into him bursting into light soon the demon lord was also on his knees.

Sam limped to Hera and assisted her in standing, I had finished filling the stone for this attack, Sam had used a T10 spell no normal human could survive casting anything above T3-4 Hera my mother had cast T6-7 spells while I could only cast one spell, Mercy.

I cast it on my mother and Sam allowing their pain to subside, their fatigue and damage moved to my own body. Sam nodded his thanks while my mother spit blood on the ground. We all approached the demon whom could barely move.

He chuckled as I neared him, "You think I am defeated? Do you know what I am?! I have always been, and I will always be!! Death Changes NOTHING!" His voice was vengeful I raised my Sword discarding my shield I readied the stone for its enchantment.

Brining the sword down, The stone shined bright light consuming the darkness of his soul. He yelled in defiance radiating more hatred and suffering but the blade continued to disperse the resentments he held.

The blades Namesake Vigil was a hero whom discovered the demon king could reincarnate becoming stronger than before, carrying his pain and suffering. The blade forged by the god Kal'Va and the stone of light made from the goddess of light the demon lords soul would be free from pain and suffering allowing him to return as a kind and gentle being.

His eyes began to clear becoming soulless I saw his mouth move slightly no words came but I knew he was thanking me. falling forward his body began to disappear leaving behind his armor and Black crown.

I embedded Vigil into the ground using the long sword as a Cane, Mercy was considered a T10 spell along with the enchantment on the stone another T10 spell I also poured in the majority of my mana to activate the stone. I was dangerously close to reaching zero mana.

I felt my body shaking from the overexertion, I looked behind the opened doors, 58 bodies of Crusaders lay pierced from spears arrows and demon magic. many more demons lay dead but I was mourning the loss of my brothers and the many others whom had lost their lives.

The sound of soldiers neared us I knew it was the battle mages of Order. They had been fighting the Demons and closing summoning gates. I knew their battalions consisted of T4-5 Casters the strongest of the mages had been placed in this group to assist us. I also knew the Templars of Order had come each being a Rank 5 warrior with T3 spells.

I saw Roland and Margent leading the procession as they neared I felt magic being cast, It wasn't a healing spell it was a massive joint spell known as Arrow. Soon thousands of magical arrows wisped forward I could not avoid them I was to shocked and Weakened.

My mother jumped before me casting a T7 Shield spell, Arrow was known as a T10 spell that required 100 mages to cast. The shield broke and mother cast Bastion making herself bigger and more resilient to physical damage.

The magical arrows pierced my mother I could only watch in horror as she fell down lifeless I rose my sword shakily Sam began to cast Mass Teleport but was quickly stopped by a robed figure, I saw his emblem a magic assassin specializing in Stealth and was part of Orders judgment regiment's.

Sams lifeless eyes stared into my own I was filled with his remaining vitality and mana Sam had cast Transfer before the blade had severed his spinal cord. I roared in defiance Charging Roland and Margent, I felt the Goddess of light bursting from my sword, shattering the blade along with the orb imbedded in its hilt.

I wielded the hilt using the shard of Vigil as a dagger. I felt power rush through my legs as I Leaped onto Roland his eyes shocked and fearful Margent Cast Force push on Roland sending him flying into the air while I was pushed aside a soldier attempted to stab me but I used my spiked gauntlet to parry the blade sending Vigils broken form into his jugular. Time swept by me as I parried dodged and rolled.

Reverse casting Mercy on soldiers causing them to die from my own wounds. I could not find Roland but I herd him shouting at his soldiers Margent cast Invisibility and harried me from the shadows with arcane bolts T5 spell.

I ran out of mana after slaying the 435th soldier I was now in the demon kings throne room standing with my back to his throne. I saw Sam and my own mothers body taken away I had attempted to stop them but had lost my left arm in the process I was now cut and mutilated only my legs and right arm worked. I could not turn my head nor could I move my shoulders easily.

I was pierced by six spears of lights sending me backwards onto the demon throne. I watched Roland smile and Margents cold stare. I knew I was going to die, I felt Vards call to NelfHi along with Fares call to Death. with a broken smile I Thrust Vigil into my heart twisting it and speaking my death vow.

"Death... Ruin... Betrayal... (Crack)... I am... and always be... Nagol son of Sivo... I Bring Nothing... I give nothing... I will... Kill you... All..." Snapping the blade once more I felt my heart being pierced and darkness took me, before I lost my sight I saw dark Swirls of energy gathering around my body causing the Remaining soldiers to back away.

The darkness was everywhere, I felt cold and alone. I cursed at the kingdom of order, Feeling the darkness and nothing else I was left to my thoughts. My mother whom shielded me from the world slain, Sam My first friend and teacher murdered. The Order of Light Betrayed for what? We had given the most, sacrificed the most. When others would flee we fought on.

Ten thousand members of the Light dwindled to an abysmal number 61 then to have us suicidally charge the entrance fight our way to the Elite demonic Legion guarding the demon king. I had trusted the kingdom of order. Their princess Tania was kind and gentle she even demanded I marry her.

I began to thrust my self around swinging at nothing yelling at no one in particular I felt the blood rage I had and I was intoxicated by it The kindness I was shown remade into Wrath. I don't know how long It lasted but after a time I felt a bright light enter my dark world.

"Child of mine please let go of your anger... It does nothing but trap you here..." her golden appearance was that of a caring mother dressed in white. Her flawless face wept tears of light. trailing around me I lashed out at the light refusing to let it be done.

She and I fought like this for a time, her weeping grew until she was hunched over in pain flouting in the air above me I could see her pain but I only felt Betrayal. Darkness formed beside her a hooded figure whom was armored with black his face and skin were shadows. He was the god of death and she the goddess of light each watching me.

Time seamed to stop as the gods conversed between themselves. soon The goddess of light left still weeping, her tears created enough light for me to see the out line of the man whom was left above me.

"My sister means well, she had hopped the darkness in men had passed." His voice was an echo like water dripping in a cave. "I will give you your vengeance little one... The land of the demon king is West of your continent Known as The Dark Lands. While your continent is known as the United Kingdoms of Order... I will place you on the Continent north most Humans have long since abandoned it leaving behind mass graves... You Will start your journey here." Lifting his shadowy hands a Mirror of silver appeared before me.

I saw an land of rolling hills and grasslands near a rocky beach, farther in lakes froze and tundra's became snowy valleys and caves of snow. further more Mountain's formed atop them centaurs and other monster like creatures resided, soon Giant humans 12ft tall filled my vision, they worshiped a statue of a skeleton. Soon we had passed the mountain's and reached a massive gorge without bridges to a singular land mass a castle resided on its massive pillar of land mass.

The continent from my estimations was much larger than the Shadow lands or the kingdom of Orders lands combined. Inside of the castle nothing moved and nothing lived. Nothing guarded the front gate or even stalked the hall almost like an abandoned stronghold, the obsidian walls and floor were midnight black, with red linen and other decorations.

The mirror's image stopped before a Throne made of Black Marble I felt something tug on me brining me closer to the mirror "You will forget many things but rest assured I will keep your memories for you when you require them... good luck, skeleton King..."

I passed through the mirror a searing pain ripped the flesh from my body leaving only Bones. I closed my eyes until I felt the ground I felt heavy armor on my body, but it felt hallow. I opened my eyes and began to search my body, I found a book and sword along with a set of black plate mail. I felt wrong something was wrong but I couldn't understand what.

Pushing myself off the ground I walked to my throne and sat on it placing the black book beside myself while placing the sword on its perch letting the black claymore to hover above the ground, its black mist spewing out Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

I pondered to myself what was I doing? I looked at the book beside myself and opened it gingerly reading the pages. Spells and notes, Conjure Bones, Rise undead, Death Bolt, Death Grip, Death Coil, Animate corpse, Breath of Death etc... I knew I could only cast Conjure bones and Rise undead.

I searched my mind for my "Status" a T0 magic that anything and anyone can use.

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- Skeleton King -

-LvL.1

H.P. (250/250) 5/m

M.P. (14/500) 30/m

C.P. (1000/1000) 10/m

STR: 30

END: 15

DEX: 50

WIS: 50

INT: 50

CHA: 10

LUK: 0

-Spells-

-Conjure Bones- T1 (15mp) Conjure enough bones for 5 skeletons

-Bone Cage- T1 (5mp+1mp/s) Conjure bones to create a bone cage

-Bone Spear- T2 (5mpX) Create Bone spears to impale your enemies.

-Control- T2 (10mp-100mp) Take control of undead creatures

-Rise Dead- T3 (50mp) Raise up to 10 corpses/bones into undead minions

-Death Spear- T3 (150mp-500mp) Create a spear of death that raises a greater undead

-Siphon- T4 (10mp+5/s) Steal the life from a minion to survive

-Skill-

Undying Lord: Control of Undead and Spirits comes naturally Gain experience equal to minions

Death Bound Conviction: True Immortality unable to die permanently.

King of the Dead: Undead minions are permanent until death, undead you control can level up and evolve, 5x experience gain to undead minions.

Undead: Immune to Stuns/Snares/Fears/and death Magic.

Gods Blessing: You were promised happiness and joy, compensation has been given to you, Vengeance will be yours, Humanity has forsaken the gods and now you will show them what betrayal makes.

Hero: You are a beacon of hope, your hard work and dedication has given you this power, you will receive 50points to spend on stats every level, with this you are promised Happiness and joy along with the power to keep it.

Cursed: You are bound by a strong curse, you are different from others and luck seems to be a distant thing never to be touched you may never rise your Charisma or Luck Those whom befriend you are shunned.

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Feeling tired I closed my vision off allowing myself to rest, My mana was low and I required rest I wonder why that is? I gave it a moment but nothing came to me I let the darkness take me away I still felt something was wrong...