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This torture, this pain; it began many millennia ago. Back before the great Cucatothâs presence was made known, even before he himself became a god. Before the mighty machine, Synth was created and before the sinister Rocky was unleashed upon the earth.
It began on an island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, where it lies today anyway. The island was far from tropical as a normal person would expect, being an island and all, though more of a desolate wasteland, few trees, little food, but that didnât matter to us, we had our own means of getting what we needed to survive. The Tribe I grew up in were a small group of warlocks that were deeply knowledgeable in the darkest of ritualistic spells. My father was the tribal elder; he was an extremely powerful warlock who was challenged for leadership rites many times never once did he lose. To his dying day he defended his leadership of the tribe and eventually died of age. As his kin I was made the next tribal elder though it didnât last long.
At the age of twenty two another warlock who had challenged my father many times stepped up to challenge me. I declined, requesting that it be held before the tribe as it should be. The dog accepted, waiting for me to turn my back before attacking me. When next I awoke I was being fished out of the ocean at a city called Pâkyl; which I was told by a young man. He wore all neat white robes though most distinguishable was the jade jewellery he wore, later introducing himself as Cucumba. At the time I thought nothing of it, but who would; youâre only supposed to live once. He was also the child of a powerful man, though nothing like what I had been raised to. Cucumba at the time was a year older than me and extremely hospitable. He wasnât a pickle at the time either. I ended up spending three days in the city before leaving. Where I went after that, I donât even remember . . .
Years past and I still wandered the earth in search for something, something I knew was out there, I just didnât know what or where it was; death finally catching up with me. Eventually my demonic powers faded to nothing, as did I eventually dying back outside the city of Pâkyl and I was buried in the same cemetery as Cucumbaâs father and mother.
The fading of my demonic powers allowed me to enter heaven; though not the part I thought I was going. I was assigned to train under the elemental gods, my past life as a warlock making me the perfect person. Eventually it was decided that I should be trained under the water god. He was, obviously, the one who taught me to use my destructive water powers, to some extent. Giving my previous chaotic powers as a warlock, which had since been erased from my mind with the rest of my memory when I entered heaven, I was somehow able to develop my ice techniques. The end result was my frozen arms and hair. After an eternity of training the others began to question me. They began to speculate about my siding with them and whether or not I would become a threat to them and/or heaven itself.
I used to train at a sacred place, shown to me by my old master, the god of water. He told me that it had special qualities about it. That it made you feel happiness and tranquillity, though it only affected those who were one with the element water. I too felt this bond, this strange yet peaceful feeling. It was a beautiful place, the trees were always green and the grass lush, I used to train there for days on end before collapsing in the crystal clear streams that webbed the area exhausted.
Then came that dreaded day; my training as an archangel was well over I was just resting from a previous dayâs training when that girl showed up crying. How could I do anything but help and trust her, I was an angel after all. But she tried to possess me, her demonic energies coursing through my veins. Though it brought back no memories of my past, it did enhance my sleeping demonic powers.
Her voice still haunts even my dreams, the words she said still taunts me even though she never did possess me. Having to turn into an angel just to purge my soul of that âcreatureâ was bad enough, let alone what happened to me when I returned to heaven.
When I returned I was confronted by all but the god of water, the god of fire staring at me as if I were the devil himself.
[ha]
We know what happened, and we cannot allow you to return here, or back to earth.
The god of thunder backed him up too, the rest remained silent. Why? I couldnât say, all I remember from that moment on was being encased in a stasis cube. I remember an eternity of insanity and then nothing. I canât even remember how I was released, but I do know that there is one who does know, and I believe that he too is the reason I was originally capture, the girl; a VVU trap. Why? I donât know. Magus probably saw a powerful recruit and tired to possess me, in an attempt to use me for his own evil bidding, much alike Rocky is now. Well . . . Before Magusâs disappearance anyway. The gods turning on me is somewhat understandable, though unexplainable. The demon within was purged though I believe Cucumba is behind my imprisonment. Finding and defeating him is the only way I will ever find out.
I later returned to earth and trained for a few more years watching as my powers grew and changed, the discovery of my âChaos Controlâ technique being a turning point in my abilities. I soon met a fighter by the name of Eaz. After spending a bunch of my time with him, he and I became good friends. Until one night we both got a vision, in it I accidentally wounded him in a scuffle between the two of us and something else which I could never quite make out. The morning after Eaz was gone.
A month or two later when I was meditating on a tropical beach Eaz showed back up, with little friendly intent. Unfortunately I showed him a side of myself that ultimately changed me and destroyed Eaz. The battle scared me as well, and unfortunately it took its toll. Eaz killed himself in an attempt to kill me, draining every little reserve of energy he had left from the fight and putting it all into one enormous attack which did little but faze me. I watch my only friend on earth die because of me and what I had become. Some . . twisted freak of heaven and hellâs nature locked within a shell with a human appearance.
The scars of that battle, like I said, took their toll when I soon met my next challenge . . Cucumba . . .
It began on an island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, where it lies today anyway. The island was far from tropical as a normal person would expect, being an island and all, though more of a desolate wasteland, few trees, little food, but that didnât matter to us, we had our own means of getting what we needed to survive. The Tribe I grew up in were a small group of warlocks that were deeply knowledgeable in the darkest of ritualistic spells. My father was the tribal elder; he was an extremely powerful warlock who was challenged for leadership rites many times never once did he lose. To his dying day he defended his leadership of the tribe and eventually died of age. As his kin I was made the next tribal elder though it didnât last long.
At the age of twenty two another warlock who had challenged my father many times stepped up to challenge me. I declined, requesting that it be held before the tribe as it should be. The dog accepted, waiting for me to turn my back before attacking me. When next I awoke I was being fished out of the ocean at a city called Pâkyl; which I was told by a young man. He wore all neat white robes though most distinguishable was the jade jewellery he wore, later introducing himself as Cucumba. At the time I thought nothing of it, but who would; youâre only supposed to live once. He was also the child of a powerful man, though nothing like what I had been raised to. Cucumba at the time was a year older than me and extremely hospitable. He wasnât a pickle at the time either. I ended up spending three days in the city before leaving. Where I went after that, I donât even remember . . .
Years past and I still wandered the earth in search for something, something I knew was out there, I just didnât know what or where it was; death finally catching up with me. Eventually my demonic powers faded to nothing, as did I eventually dying back outside the city of Pâkyl and I was buried in the same cemetery as Cucumbaâs father and mother.
The fading of my demonic powers allowed me to enter heaven; though not the part I thought I was going. I was assigned to train under the elemental gods, my past life as a warlock making me the perfect person. Eventually it was decided that I should be trained under the water god. He was, obviously, the one who taught me to use my destructive water powers, to some extent. Giving my previous chaotic powers as a warlock, which had since been erased from my mind with the rest of my memory when I entered heaven, I was somehow able to develop my ice techniques. The end result was my frozen arms and hair. After an eternity of training the others began to question me. They began to speculate about my siding with them and whether or not I would become a threat to them and/or heaven itself.
I used to train at a sacred place, shown to me by my old master, the god of water. He told me that it had special qualities about it. That it made you feel happiness and tranquillity, though it only affected those who were one with the element water. I too felt this bond, this strange yet peaceful feeling. It was a beautiful place, the trees were always green and the grass lush, I used to train there for days on end before collapsing in the crystal clear streams that webbed the area exhausted.
Then came that dreaded day; my training as an archangel was well over I was just resting from a previous dayâs training when that girl showed up crying. How could I do anything but help and trust her, I was an angel after all. But she tried to possess me, her demonic energies coursing through my veins. Though it brought back no memories of my past, it did enhance my sleeping demonic powers.
Her voice still haunts even my dreams, the words she said still taunts me even though she never did possess me. Having to turn into an angel just to purge my soul of that âcreatureâ was bad enough, let alone what happened to me when I returned to heaven.
When I returned I was confronted by all but the god of water, the god of fire staring at me as if I were the devil himself.
[ha]
We know what happened, and we cannot allow you to return here, or back to earth.
The god of thunder backed him up too, the rest remained silent. Why? I couldnât say, all I remember from that moment on was being encased in a stasis cube. I remember an eternity of insanity and then nothing. I canât even remember how I was released, but I do know that there is one who does know, and I believe that he too is the reason I was originally capture, the girl; a VVU trap. Why? I donât know. Magus probably saw a powerful recruit and tired to possess me, in an attempt to use me for his own evil bidding, much alike Rocky is now. Well . . . Before Magusâs disappearance anyway. The gods turning on me is somewhat understandable, though unexplainable. The demon within was purged though I believe Cucumba is behind my imprisonment. Finding and defeating him is the only way I will ever find out.
I later returned to earth and trained for a few more years watching as my powers grew and changed, the discovery of my âChaos Controlâ technique being a turning point in my abilities. I soon met a fighter by the name of Eaz. After spending a bunch of my time with him, he and I became good friends. Until one night we both got a vision, in it I accidentally wounded him in a scuffle between the two of us and something else which I could never quite make out. The morning after Eaz was gone.
A month or two later when I was meditating on a tropical beach Eaz showed back up, with little friendly intent. Unfortunately I showed him a side of myself that ultimately changed me and destroyed Eaz. The battle scared me as well, and unfortunately it took its toll. Eaz killed himself in an attempt to kill me, draining every little reserve of energy he had left from the fight and putting it all into one enormous attack which did little but faze me. I watch my only friend on earth die because of me and what I had become. Some . . twisted freak of heaven and hellâs nature locked within a shell with a human appearance.
The scars of that battle, like I said, took their toll when I soon met my next challenge . . Cucumba . . .