Thursday, November 10, 2005

Belief can be a dangerous thing. Myriad were the crimes committed by humankind in the name of a belief. The Inquisition, the Jihad, the purge, and an act of genocide here and there; all of these things were the result of beliefs. In a word so full of evil, many thought that maybe it might not have been such a bad idea to believe in nothing. And this notion was one that the Deceptress herself had spent countless millenia encouraging. For the souls of those who do not give themselves to a purpose are forfeit, judged to be wasted. Those who believed in nothing would live their lives, but upon expiration would find themselves born anew in a place of unutterable horror. Such was the reality for those unlucky enough to have been taken by the Deceptress, their souls enslaved by Her, to join Her armies in an eternal war against the demons of the Abyss, and against the agents of the Seven Heavens.

It is the nature of the truth to be lost in the passing of time. With the passing of the ages, facts become rumors. And rumors become legends. And legends become myths. And so it is that what was known in antiquity becomes the hearsay whispered in secluded places darkened by the night. Such had been the fate of the tale of Deiamarah Ahrimaiel. The great Deceptress had existed from the very earliest days of this universe. But She had not always been as she was now. Once, it was believed, She had been a being of goodness, blessed above all in existence with beauty and grace. But the fair Goddess was corrupted by the influence of the Dark Scions, the children of Chaos, and waged war against her own kindred. Her fall from grace complete, She and her worshippers, the Sieleansu, were cast down by the combined power of her fellow Gods, and Her domain, which the peoples of that time had called “Dekathialinaraelis” or “The Nine Hells”, was ripped asunder from the world, and cast deep into the lower planes.

But the Deceptress was a crafty one. She knew the secrets of the deepest magics, and She knew the weaknesses of her fellow Gods. And so, Ahrimaiel gathered Her Generals about Her, and gave them instruction. Upon that day, the diabolical armies of the Nine Hells of Dekath went forth to conquer the Abyss. For in the unification of the lower planes, the designs of the evil Deceptress might be accomplished.

The demons of the Abyss had proven themselves to be worthy adversaries. For they were the Champions of Chaos. Furthermore, the hordes of Demons were aided by the power of the Dark Scions, and their magic was born of the Void itself. The armies of the Nine Hells suffered grievous losses in their war, and would have been decimated were it not for the evil intelligence of a pit-fiend named Dregath Viellelaimar. Dregath slew his Master, Kreyanaith, Lord of the Third Realm, Gei'henn, and seized power there. As Ahrimaiel looked on in silent approval, Dregath led the armies of Gei'henn back into the Abyss, and there, by the use of superior strategy, he smote down not one but two of the Dark Scions. The screams of Chaos, originating deep within the void, so pleased the Deceptress that She rewarded Dregath with true mastery over Gei'henn, and bestowed upon him the greatest of diabolical powers: the Flamma Maleficus, the Unholy Flame of Ahrimaiel. With it, Dregath could speak with the voice of the Goddess Herself, and all within the Nine Hells, and most who dwelt elsewhere, could not help but obey him.

But there were those within the Nine Hells of Dekath who feared the rising power of this usurper. And they banded together to discredit him, and bring upon him the disfavor of his Goddess. And so it was that Dregath of Gei'henn was banished from the Nine Hells, and given the punishment of wandering the central planes forever.

Dregath the Sieleansu wandered the central planes, such as the one that you and I live upon, for ages untold. He watched with uncaring eyes the rise of the human race, the ascendancy and decline of great empires, the lives and deaths of kings and philosophers. But it came to pass that the hold that the Deceptress had upon Dregath began to weaken, the longer he spent away from the Nine Hells. Dregath became corrupted by the emotions of the lesser beings around him. Where once, there had only been devotion to his Goddess, now there was conflict within him, a struggle between the evil firmly entrenched within him, and a rising goodness he did not understand.

In those days, the human race had gathered into several great empires, not the least of which is known today as “Lemuria”. Situated upon a great continent in the western ocean, Lemuria stood proudly over a great dominion, one only matched in size and grandeur by the eastern empire of Atlantis. The people of Lemuria, it is said, were kindly, but strong. They were highly skilled in the ways of warfare, yet highly reluctant to use such tactics. In the lands of the Lemurians, trade was paramount.

It was here, in Lemuria, that Dregath ceased to wander. For the battle within him had seen the goodness gain advantage, and he was no longer compelled by Ahrimaiel's dark will to wander without rest.

Now, in his natural form, Dregath is very hideous, so that the sight of him can overcome the mind of a person, and drive them insane. But, when traveling among the central planes, Dregath had always assumed the attributes of an attractive seraphic male, and in this form, he was quite beautiful. Now, it came to happen that a Lemurian woman named Vita fell in love with him. And, as Dregath was much confused by the emotions within him, he was not completely on his guard. Vita had a child by him, a son who was named in favor of his father. But soon after that, Dregath left Lemuria to continue on his journey...

The centuries passed. And the descendants of Dregath the younger, son of Dregath Viellelaimar, went on to accomplish great things. But there came a time of sundering, when the world was ripped apart by a great cataclysm. And the lands of Lemuria and Atlantis and the other great empires of humankind were swept away. The heir to Dregath's legacy, a man named Achaedus, fled from Lemuria with his family, seeking the relative safety of the asian mainland. Achaedus died in the crossing of the turbulent ocean, but not without having produced an heir to his legacy, a son named Dagan. Dagan and his family fled to what is now China, where they dwelt for centuries. Over time, they married into royal houses, including the royal houses of Wu and Yue.

In China, the great dynasties of old, and the era of the warring states came to an end with the rise of the Qin and Han Dynasties. A great trade was established with the western countries, and with the great empire of Rome. Many a western trader would travel along the silk road, seeking his fortune in the orient. Such a one was Desiderus Lycineus Marcella, a spice trader from the port of Ostia in central Italy. He came to the land of the later Han seeking to become rich. He did that. But he also found a wife in a Princess of Wu, Chan Qiao, a direct descendant of Dagan, and thus a direct descendant of Dregath the Sieleansu. From Chan Qiao and Desiderus Marcella, the House of Verona would find its origin. And two millenia later, this union of Roman merchant and Chinese princess would produce a truly extraordinary being. A being who would one day break all the rules of the physical world when he ascended to Godhood. A being born into the world as Derek Verona.

To be continued....

And so, ladies and germs, here I am, with another post on Confirmed Kill. I don't really have much to talk about, but I did want to put up another installment of the Lone Wolf saga.

Since I'm here, I guess I will talk about something. That something being....Wal-Mart. That's right. Satan's Five-and-Dime itself. I worked for Wal-Mart for quite a while, and I have to say that, on a corporate level, the company does indeed do well for their employees. But on a local level, Wal Mart is the most evil, despicable organization I have ever seen.

I suppose I could get into more detail here. But I don't think that would solve anything. Let me just say that I spent about a half hour in the office last night, quitting my job, and delivering every manner of vile epithet I could think of, and it felt good to walk away from that hell-hole. Oh, how it felt so good to say all the things that I wanted to say. I didn't have to hold my tongue anymore. How very liberating....

Anyways, so I'm in the market for a new job now. And to that effect, I suppose I should go now, and look for one. Ciao.

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