Year
of the Ram – First Entry
I
must admit that my use of the Pandemonium calendar would displease my
lord greatly, but I have difficulty keeping accounts that are not in
accordance with the traditions set by the Zodiac Ministry. It has
been only a month since fate has returned my lord to me and we have
set out on a journey to reclaim his title and place among the other
dragons. It is my lord’s will that I record his rise to power
beginning with, in his words, his most “pitiful” and “desperate”
experience. I, Takai of the fox tribe, have taken on this duty to
preserve the experiences of my lord and master, the Primeran known to
many as “The Monster Without A Name.” My lord has made it
explicit that I refrain from documenting anything about one of his
cohorts, Animal. Why he would ask this I have not the slightest idea.
In the short time I have known Animal I would say that he is quite
enjoyable to be around. His attitude is always positive and it was a
pleasure spending time in his company. I can only assume that my lord
still harbors negativity towards him as he was defeated by Animal
before. Regardless, I feel as though I may be getting distracted.
My lord has asked me to document the lowest point of his
existence, I shall start with the months following his defeat at the
hands of Animal. My lord claims that Animal defeated him using a
technique that he prefers not to reveal to me, claiming that such
knowledge would put me into harm’s way. Though heavily damaged, my
lord managed to crawl away from the battle to allow his body time to
heal. The damage may have healed in a matter of days if he had
returned to our home world of Ferus Mundus, but unfortunately this
was not the case. Primeran wounds do heal fast, but not quite as fast
on Earth. With no way to fend for himself, my lord was quickly dying
without that most precious of resources, fresh water. Primerans as a
species are diverse, strong, and hearty. But despite all this we are
not invincible. We can do without solid food, but fresh water is the
key to our survival. Without it, our bodies would shrivel up into
little more than dust. Life on Earth’s landmasses is completely
dependent on this precious resource, and so too is it here in the
lands of our home world. Fortunately, as fate would have it, a young
human girl clothed in red appeared before him. But instead of
displaying fear, she presented to him an expression of child-like awe
and fascination. She has been described to me as a bright child named
Meryle. Meryle was kind enough to supply my lord with fresh water
from a nearby stream for several days. Eventually, the girl stopped
coming and my lord was left to fend for himself.
Though still very weak, my lord was capable of moving on
his own and managed to relocate himself near the stream that Meryle
had been fetching water for him. When night had fallen, he took
notice of a strange emerald glow that pulsed ever so gently in the
deep reaches of the forest. Drawn to it, he made his way deeper into
the wilderness, his leathery hide being scrapped and scratched
ceaselessly by the increasingly dying and decayed plant life that
seemed to desperately deter him from his quest to investigate the
light’s source. Inquisitiveness quickly turned to desperation in
his heart, for he began to suspect that this unearthly glow was
perhaps the final piece in reclaiming his birthright. To further
explain, you must allow me time to clarify to you the intricacies of
my lord’s history. There is much that he wishes for me to not
reveal, but it would be foolish of me to not continue if you were not
given an accurate depiction of the tribulations that he has suffered.
The word of Ferus Mundus is vast, so vast that no
Primeran has ever explored even half of its true size. The land that
lies in the center of what has been explored the most is known as
Pandemonium, a city state that is ruled by ten of some of the most
powerful Primerans currently alive. They have dubbed themselves the
Zodiac Ministry. Each ruler is the head of one of the ten most
populous clans in all of Ferus Mundus. I write of this to inform
those who read it that it was these awful and despicable Primerans
who dubbed my lord as “The Monster Without A Name,” or more
apathetically, “Monster”. My lord was banished from his clan due
to no more than simply being the son of Agrond. Agrond, was formally
a member of the Zodiac Ministry. He committed a terrible sin in the
eyes of all Primerans, and it was my lord who continued to suffer
even after his father had paid for his crimes with banishment,
isolation, and then death. My lord revealed to me that after the
death of his father, he sought to reclaim his father’s strength by
assimilating all remnants of his life force back into himself.
Agrond had once informed my lord of a human warlord with whom he had
established a friendship during the great feudal eras of Earth’s
past, when humans and Primerans crossed paths frequently. The human
had continued to live, far longer than any average human, due to
being linked to Agrond’s own life, a parting gift to a dear friend
when all Primerans left Earth fearing the changes that humans were
heading towards.
My lord used the assistance of a ghost Primeran named
Wraith to travel to Earth and search for the man who shared his
father’s essence. The human was revealed to me as Jacob Cain, a man
who had used his long life to repay Agrond’s aid by attempting to
find Agrond’s first son, a fact that was kept hidden from my lord
for his entire life. I must also mention that my lord inherited the
pact made between his father and this Jacob Cain. Upon a Primeran’s
death, had that Primeran sired children alone without the aid of a
mate, as was the case of my lord, then they will inherit a fraction
of their sire and all contracts. When this Cain was on the verge of
death, my lord disabled the pact and drew into himself the energy of
his father. My lord was cunning and patient throughout this ordeal,
as removing such a pact is difficult. He required Cain to be in both
close vicinity and weak enough to remove the strand of essence that
had bound them. Cain’s weakened state after battling Animal and his
friends made it easier for my lord to overpower him, or so I am told.
My lord was also incapable of attacking Cain; such was the nature of
the pact established by Agrond. In his final moments, Cain revealed
all that he had strived for in his long existence and divulged the
existence of Agrond’s first son, who’s birth was hidden in
secret. He eventually came to Earth for reasons unknown and has been
in a state of hibernation for over a century.
My lord continued his path towards the strange glow and
came upon a decayed grove littered with death. At its center, was a
pulsating crystalline structure, emerald green, with a golden aura
beating like a heart deep within its confines. Knowing that he had no
strength to subdue this long lost brother, he resigned himself to the
role of a rescuer, one who had traveled far to return his wayward
sibling home. The ruse was set, and my lord placed his hand upon the
stone, an act that he immediately regretted. The golden glow within
the structure expanded to my lord’s touch and flung him far into
the sky above. With no strength to fly, he crashed into the decayed
earth below as old wounds reemerged and precious blood oozed from his
broken body. From the emerald construct a black shadow rose like a
creeping nightmare, slowly taking the form of a robbed figure with
piercing green eyes and a voice decayed by time. There was no doubt
in his mind who this was. At first, he was surprised to see this
rodent-like figure and not a dragon. My lord quickly groveled at the
feet of this most insidious individual and announced himself as the
son of Agrond. He then claimed it was he who revived this creature
from its slumber. With a voice my lord only describes as “rotten”
the figure spoke. My lord’s fears were realized, as the being
announced itself as Ghast, apprentice to Mammon, the Black Heart of
Greed. Ghast gazed down on my master with apparent pity and spoke
these words, “You tell me you are Agrond’s son, this I sense is
true, but your intention for releasing me is false... You do have my
thanks for waking me. It would seem that a small amount of our father
was needed to give me enough strength to awaken. For this, you will
be spared, little brother. But I must finish what I started so long
ago... I sense him, he’s close. Stay out of my way, and you will
bear witness to the death of the one responsible for our father's
sorrow and demise.” My lord quickly questioned what Ghast was
planning, to which Ghast replied, “Why, the end of the traitor, the
death of that crimson wolf. The utter destruction of that loathsome
coward! ...Styx!”
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