The grand empire of Kereth, it's capital shining, it's buildings tall! The streets perfectly mapped out. The great shining Palace over looked the rear of the city. But the man who wears the crown is said to be corrupt. Said to be a monster. A rebel force has uprisen, it's numbers strong. But who are the true monsters... A young boy wears a tiny crown on his black haird head. He wears the farmers of a prince. He has just woken from a deep sleep. It is so early the sun has yet to rise. His father is known as a corrupt emperor and monster. The boy lays in a grand bed in a even grander room. It's walls painted lushesly. It's tiles laid perfectly. The boy hops out of his bed. He is very young. He takes a step out of his room. Suddenly... He sees a trail of blood in the halls. Leading out to the balcony. He follows it. He parts the curtains to the balcony. And he looks down upon the grand city... Flames jumped high above the tallest buildings. The screams of woken priests the boys ears. They started to bleed from the noise. Burnt bodies of the emperors men fly through the air from catapults. Arrows of fire fill the sky. The smell of burning flesh devours the child. To his left a large building collapses. The yells of the dead shake the very ground. The bodies... The bodies.. They fly... The blood... The blood... It flows down the streets as a river. Both living and dead are covered in it. The screams.. The horrible screams... Only matched by the loud booms of dwarven black powder. Which destroy buildings. The cry of rebels fill the air also. They already have made it to the palace. The screams.. The horrible screams... The boy watches everything... Speetchless.. His eyes never move from the hell and apocalypse he stares into... "Can't you see the bodies burning?" A voice rings through the boys head. A man covered in blood flops from behind the curtains the boy went through a while ago.. It was one of the emperors, the supposed monsters most trusted friends. "prince..." The man hurtles before Dying.. His face in a puddle of blood. "can you hear the screams..?" The familiar voice rings through the boys head. Large rocks are flung into the air along with clumps of the dead. The rebels merciless. The world. Dead. Blood... Screams... Death... "can you smell the foul scent of burning flesh?" The voice rang agian. Bodies.. Burning.. River of blood..
The screams were merciless... They shattered the boys eardrums. Women.. Children.. Babies... Men... All screaming. "can't you see the bodies burning?" The voice rang agian. The sound of metal clashing rang as well as the screams of innocence. The blood flew through the air as if it lived on it's own. The boy himself was already speckled with bits of it. The screams cracked the very rock and etched themselves into the boys mind. "can't You hear the screams?" The voice said. Suddenly a body of a guard that was flying through the air landed on the boy, drenching him in blood. The haired insides spilling on the boy. The boy shoved the dead man off. The sight of hell stole his vision once agian. The balcony was slippery with blood. The streets were worse. The sky turned red. The flames kissed the very sky. "can't you smell the bodies burning?" The voice said once more. A pike was raised upon one of the buildings. On it was the head of the boys father.. The emperor. "can't you feel the grips of hell?" The voice rang agian.
For a split second a face stared at the boy. The face was scarred and pain was evident in the eyes. But once agian. All the boy sees is the hell that envelopes the world. The death of everything. To a dedicated rebel who helped make this hell, this is victory. Victory over a tyrant. "can't you see the bodies burning?" The voice rang agian. The boy continued to watch as it rained blood and bodies over the jaws of death and the beating heart of hell. The flames licked and kissed the brightened sky. Smoke choked the clouds out of the sky. Everything was crimson. "can't you taste the blood?" The voice asked. The boy tasted the salty blood that was drenched upon him unwillingly. His eyes still etched into the scene before him as well as it was etched into his eyes. The odor of death never left the air. The own boys sweat stung his blood soaked skin. His black hair, crimson. His crown, a burden. His princely garments, a curse. His life, a nightmare. "can't you see your fathers head?" The voice said.
Blood.. Death... Flames... "can't you see the bodys burning?" The voice asked. The rebels started a large bonfire in the middle of the city. They are burning the dead bodies of the emperors men. "CAN'T YOU SEE!!!!!" The voice screamed. The young boy fell to his knees. His eyes never moved from the vision of hell. "CANT YOU HEAR!!!!" The voice yelled violently. The boyclutche the balcony wall with his hands. "CANT YOU SMELL!!!" The voice grew louder. The boys eyes laid on the hell that was wing drawn into his memory. "CAN'T YOU TASTE!!!!!" Th voice yelled louder. Something broke in the Childs soul at that moment. Whatever it was. It awakened a new being. It opened another set of eyes. "SEE! HEAR! SMELL! TASTE!" The voice yelled With a satanic essence. "SEE!" The voice yelled. "see..." The boy said. "HEAR!" The voice yelled "hear..." The boy said. "SMELL!" The voice yelled. "smell..." The boy said. "TASTE!" The voice yelled. "taste..." The boy said.
As the boy watched hell. The voice yelled louder than the screams. "SEE!" "HEAR!" "SMELL!" "TASTE!" Suddenly a pale ringed hand laid itself on the boys shoulder. The boy didnt move. He watched bodys burning. He watched them fly through the air as it rained blood. He felt the vibrations from the screams. The clanking of metal. The scent of innocent blood spilling as well as the corrupt. The scent of flesh being torn apart and burnt. The salty taste of blood. The taste of sweat. The sting of sweat. The sting of the screams. The hand clutched the boys shoulder tightly, and the voice rang out. "come with me."