Arkaylia : Mage Of Destruction

There once was an empire, a home of one of the creatures that started mystery and Legend, witches. There once WAS, until men turned legend to reality. Until their existence was no longer concealed by twilight but rather exposed by the coaxed effulgence of men.

Destructions of man made history the year witches were discovered. Upon a peaceful mass of hidden creatures, their end came upon them within a twinkle of an eye. The year, sixteen ninety three, the year the Salem Witch Trial took place.

Must have seemed as the end, but what end is given without a beginning?

They say just 'one' made it out. A single persona of the witchcraft race. Upon her, the rage of her lost ones is bestowed. Into the void of creation, she vanished, not to hide, but to get ready for war. Under her royalty, five Elders exist, elders who are to gather all possible information as they can have, information on the weakness of men and how they can be ended. The witch exists under the shadows of her elders, her face never to be seen, until the countdown elapses, until the day of wrath befalls.

Her significance has been executed as in perpetuum and crowned as victor ludorum, one which men fear. She is a legend, preparing to devour, but what if there is another.

One whose past life has been entombed by the tales of history arises, p'rhaps his existence holds no past, at least at the given time. A human having the tales of Witches embedded in him, but all forgotten and washed away for they were embedded as his past. His visions are perhaps mankind's only hope. The thing is, his visions are not just visions...They are past, present and future merged together.

Will he be man's given savior? What tales does his vision hold to rapture? What exactly is the beginning to the tale of nightmare which rained upon the land of Witches?

CHAPTER 2

First Assignment

The ambience and environment seemed to be of a modern age, a modern world,

Chirps of cricket heard aloud in the twilights. The sight of the camera's view rolls over to an unknown destination. Flying across walls and soaring the sky. It's given location was unusual. A house isolated far from the world,--

--In a half dead, half living environment.

A creature swiftly flew from above, clashing with the surface of the leveled land. Clothed in a black strange cloak with sleek golden designs around the arm. The style of the given creature was unlike any in current times. He had a golden crown over his head and just as he stood still, his eyes were caught, closed. Well not for long.

He folded his hands at his lower back as he stepped forward to the door of the house. The house, as its design was displayed, seemed to be of ages and was indeed wearing out.

He walked past the locked door with a strange ability to transform his embodiment to fog.

Past the door, his body merged back to the exact same status of a human, just as seen earlier, but with parts of the fog still accumulating to the body.

Into the house, he first encountered the living room. His steps were aye forward until he came in contact with a picture frame hung on the wall of the left end of the living room. Below the frame was a table, and a card.

Seen from a specific angle, the television was turned on with a lowered volume. The channel as it was displayed turned out to be an animated network, for kids, if not any other. He looked at the screen of the television before gasping.

He unfolded his hand as he had the intention to take hold of the card.

The nails of the creature deeply grooved in on the wooden dining table which the card was over.

He looked into the card and what was written was clearly visible.

"Fifth Commander of The Anti-Magus Community!"

Little trembling squeaks were heard by the corner of the living room. From where the creature stood, he looked towards the given area and his eyes fell upon a little child whose arms engulfed the teddy bear he held tightly.

He folded his hands back at its previous position before he kept walking. P'rhaps, it must have been that the child was none of his concern.

His cloak swept the floor as it was seen. His legs were in no form visible to the camera's sight. Sight rolled up to the face of the creature as it was just aye soothed.

He walked past a door leading out of the living room and into a hallway, which houses a stairway that led to the higher floor of the building where the rooms were.

He took the stairway and again, his feet steps were monitored. It was like he effortlessly walked the stairs. Like he floated, or rather, slid upwards.

The position at which his hand was folded was tight with his thumb engulfed by other fingers both on the right hand and the left hand.

Sight slowly went up from behind and more details were indeed caught. The wrist area of his garment was extremely large with a given design. It had a sharp edge, like a tip that reached for the floors.

His ambitions were unknown but were just yet to be bloody. A horrific ambience became presence as he stood before a given door as the camera slipped through the keyhole. The other side of the door had a couple lying peacefully on their widespread King's bed.

The lights instantly faded as the door knob twisted.

One bloody night indeed, awaits...

CHAPTER 3

Revenge for an unknown sin

*GORE ALERT*

Just as the knob rolled to the left, the man's attention was instantly caught as he raised his head up to look at the door.

A dreadful musical harmony played into the scene, starting calmly and slowly racing for its peak. The harmony sounded like the plays of a violin.

The man behind the door slowly unwrapped himself before pushing his feet out of the bed. He reached for his sandals which matched his nightwear before quietly tapping a cupboard by the bedside. An eye wear was seen on it which he instantly grabbed.

He rushed to the wardrobe which was by the extreme left corner of the room, grabbed the handle and unveiled what was behind. Stacks of weapons, including short guns, what seemed to be gun powders, swords of various sizes and even little knives as well.

Just then, the door knob twisted again. It seemed the creature purposely did so, to frighten him up. He faced the door with a crease on his forehead before grabbing a weapon. He took the blade which his eyes fell upon first. It was wrapped in a sheath with a little design that seemed like a flag, it was a white line, going through the middle of a square, horizontally and vertically at the same given point forming what seemed to be an unperfected cross.

He lifted the sword from the scabbard as he held it tight with both hands, trying to get a comfort grip on the handle of the blade.

The door instantly blasted open right when the man caught grip of his blade. The lady on the other hand instantly woke up with a loud scream on seeing the creature with a masked face.

The face seen earlier, got masked by an obviously crafted replica of an unidentified and non-existent creation. The mask was pale and its eyes were glared of blue flames.

The figure masked, was indeed still and had no intent of motion.

The man saw the moment as an opportunity to shoot his first strike. Imprudently, he rushed towards the creature, with hope that he'd have a slice and make it bleed.

His actions, indeed, was to no avail as the masked creature effortlessly body-swerved by swiftly stepping to the side and adjusting the position of his whole body. A result was a damage caused on himself as he ran to the edge of the wall and clashed his forehead against it. Although, It caused no much damage as it was seen.

He came rushing again, and again and again, and all his efforts were classed as nothingness compared to the masked creature who swiftly veered away from all his attacks. The masked creature on the other given end had no intent as it seemed, to attack yet.

The figure under the mask stood still at the moment, with his face down casted.

The man panted heavily as he stood up from his fall while attempting an attack. The man sought a weakness and thought that the masked creature's sudden stealth was one. He pointed out his blade as he rushed to the creature.

To his great shock, the masked figure pulled off a stunt that the man didn't see coming. A dramatic scene was caught as the camera flowed in various angles towards the creature. He stretched out his hands as he raised his face up. Instantly, the man stopped moving. All his motions were completely dormant.

Only his eyes could move and his blood, (resulting in the earlier damage of clashing his head) could drip.

The creature calmly withdrew his hand into his cloak and walked over to the wife of the man who curled herself in fright. He aggressively lifted her up, by her hair with one hand, (being his right) and with the other hand, a dagger spilled out of the void in the wide space left around the wrist area of his garment.

It didn't drop, it was tightly fixed to the murky gloom of his apparel.

She struggled to get her hair off his grip but unfortunately, he easily ripped off the facial skin attached to hair and he flung her over to the corner of the room, to die slowly.

On her face, all seen were her muscle lightly entombed by blood, her eyeballs and her teeth. She yelled in pain as she patted her bloody face.

He dropped her hair and walked over to the man. Before him, the masked figure took off the mask he wore and unveiled his face. To the reveal, it was one of the last faces he saw before the lights faded.