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Eons before.... [ By Sora ]

Post by Sora Trustinthedark on Thu May 30, 2013 2:24 am

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There once was a hybrid. So beautiful, and so awesome. She was absolutely glorified, a neutral party, and the one. The one who - would make everything okay. Help anyone, save everyone. But at what cost? She did whatever she could, to better the lives of many. And she suffered for it each and every time. But still, she came back. The hybrid's name went unknown, it only was known in fact, that it was given to her by a random person, later an Angel, who had called her - by the coloring of her fur.

On the darkest side of the Scale, and atop it even, there was a King. And a mighty King he was. Such a powerful being, that no one dared to fuck with him. He was masculine and strong, bold, and knowledgeable. Fearless, and feared by many. He was the Great Tyrant of the Scale, the embodiment of true evil, so pure evil - that he could Balance out the entire Kingdom of Light, before Oblivion was even created "properly". He was the only thing ever created, in all of existence, that could wipe out every living or dying thing - other than the Scale itself.

The King and his Hybrid Queen, had met under the circumstances, of the King always leaving the Scale of Balance and Knowledge, which gave him power. Lots of power. He was forbade from being with her, and she died after taking down a God for him. Though it was in a God, which had in the end killed her, he refused to give up. He raged. He raged every moment from then on, until he would see her again. Just hearing that the Scale needed her, and would bring her back, over and over - was enough, to get the King to fight to keep her. Each and every time. Even the times that she did not remember him. Which was almost - every single time.

They had children together. In the past, and all throughout the history - of the Scale.

Both of the older kids of the Tyrant, were sons. They were powerful, strong, and beautiful brilliantly-defined beings. With wretched amounts of power, and strength. The hybrid had several children not from the King as well, because in some of her lives, she was unable to run into him. The Scale had done this on purpose, of course. It needed neutrality, and it would have it. Nevertheless, he always fell to the claws of the Tyrant King.

One day the hybrid was dying. A slow and painful death she would have. But not before the contractions, before the birth of a new and soon to be pushed aside, evil. This child would be her last, and the youngest of the Tyrant's boys. He would be forgotten, and the older sons would play no mind to him. Only checking in on him, to make sure that he stayed out of the way. The Tyrant would hate him... oh how he would hate him. The hybrid mother would die, bleeding, oozing the infection, of the Tyrant King. But she was immune, how could she die? Perhaps it weren't the initial infection killing her, more the parasite - living on inside of her.

That infection had a name. His name - was Sora.

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Re: Eons before.... [ By Sora ]

Post by Sora Trustinthedark on Sat Jun 01, 2013 12:16 am

Sora was to be born, at the dawn of a day. Which in Scalen terms, meant on a bright day, where the Light Gods were the most common. But he would be born nowhere's near such a time, because right as he started to come along, his mother, his 'host' - began to die.

Stabbing pains would cause a Wolf to howl, one of blue hair, and pale skin. The hybrid's only wish, was for the child to be born free of problems, and she told the King to make sure he was safe. And the King would adhere to her wish, but his thought were surely elsewhere. The King would take the hybrid from the Scale, and drag her into Oblivion, his powerful wings - carrying him with speed and honor.

But the beloved mother who had helped so many, would still continue to die. Not even the Tyrant's Angelic Abomination, could save her. She would die in his arms with tears in her eyes, such a painful manner to go in. The only thing that savored her death, was the fact she was allowed to lay eyes on her final child, a son, who was the darkling Sora. Even in death, and bleeding out slowly, blood, and blackness draining out of her onto the ground, she would still hold the boy for only a moment, and kiss his forehead. The King's Angel would then take him, and she would die within her King's strong arms. The King, would be crushed - so deeply in fact that he would rage.

Knowing that she would eventually come back, was surely - never enough for him.

For eons in silence, the Angel of Salvation, would care for the boy. He would grow and mature quickly, but still remain a boy for a long time. Cast away into the darkness when he was old enough, he would never see his family. Both of his brothers had disowned him, for the killing of their mother. And the King would turn him away each time, unless it benefited him otherwise. Which was sadly, for Sora, rather rare indeed.

Sora would grow up alone, and be forced to mature his abilities on his own. His Father had occasionally curiously watched him, seeking out signs of the mother. But the son would have nothing, nothing other than the shadowy flames of his Father. And for this, the Tyrant kept him away. Never was the boy good enough. Never.

The death of the hybrid had brought with it, the curse of a Kingdom. The Castle where the King had lived, up closer nearest the 8th Ring, was now cursed with her death, and he would abandon his Throne. Seeking out ancient artifacts and putting them all together however, the King would smite everything in his path, and head deep into the 9th Ring, where the entrance to the Forbidden Lair remained. Here the King would make a new name for himself, one or terror, hatred, and pain. He would have a wait a while for the hybrid to come back, disappointing this was to him.

Sora didn't understand much, but he learned a lot from listening to his brothers Syn, and Melly. There were others too, like Wrath, and even Luxion, but neither of them did he know all that well, and Luxion belonged to the region of Light.

He learned to master most of his skills, by fighting. Lots of things, peoples, and creatures. Over and over, he would practice, hoping that his Father was watching through the Fountain of Knowledge, or whatever it was called that Wrath's dad Anpuu had stolen (from Set). But the King would never care, nothing other than curiosity would cause him to even look at Sora.

After a really really long time, Sora would just wander.

The King would do whatever he would do, and his hybrid, Sora's mother, would come back dozens of times after. She never really remembered anything though, and the King did not help her to remember either. Sora was at a loss for his family, but he would make no urge to seek out his mother, without his father's direct permission. Which he never even asked for, since he clearly wasn't wanted.

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