The First Era: Malice Rising

The Eyes of Horus

Far in the land of the Gales stood a small kingdom, the Eye. Their lord, Horus, stood proudly over his unconquerable people, a sword of justice and the eyes of Horus that saw truth in man's heart.

Horus sat on his throne of gold, a trial taking place for a murder who is also charged with carrying the marks of a deceiver. The man spoke as two guards shoved the murder to his knees in front of the throne, "Lord Horus, please have mercy on me. I have been framed, take a look for yourself." Horus tapped his fingers on the armrest and sighed as he spoke, "Framed? Who would frame a foul thing like yourself? We know it was you. I see it in your dark heart." The man lowered his head and spoke, "I am innocent. We know you're changing Horus, do you really want to prove them right, you deceiver?"

Suddenly, Horus stood up and drew his sword as he spoke, "You dare call me a deceiver, you say your lies in my kingdom, under my house, I should strike you down." The man snickered and spoke as the flesh on his face twisted and turned black, "The deceiver is here and you are all blind. That child had to be stricken down for his dumb mouth to praise you." Grabbing the man by his throat and lifting him off the ground, Horus squeezed his pathetic neck, the golden plated gauntlet creaking as the plates bent to choke the man. Struggling was no use within the clutches of Horus, but he quickly dropped him to his knees and slid his sword back in his gold trimmed scabbard. The man looked up with black shallow eyes as his teeth popped out revealing fangs. The creature spoke with a hiss, "Look at you. you are losing your way pathetic Horus. You are a deceiver." A guard hit the thing in the back of the head with the handle of his spear, knocking the creature to the ground. Horus paced back and forth thinking, then stopped and spoke, "Execute him, now." On command, the guard drew a crossbow off his back and aimed at the back of the unconscious man's head. He pulled the trigger on the crossbow as a bolt shoved through the back of the man's skull, gushing a splat of blood onto the guard's cheek. Horus kicked the corpse over and spoke in disgust, "Bring me the sorceress." The guard nodded and turned, but stopped when he saw a lady wearing a dark cloak standing in the doorway of the grand chamber. The girl took a bite of an apple and walked over to Horus, gliding her fingers through the air mystically. Still gliding her hand, she spoke, "Dear old Horus, I was just witnessing your little outrage." She chuckled lightly and dropped the apple to the ground on the corpse as it quickly burst into flames. Pain shot onto Horus's forehead and he held it tightly as the pain pushed. "What are you doing here exactly?" Said Horus as he made a fist from the pain. She chuckled in delight and offered her hand as she spoke, "Oh Horus, you know what you must do to have any information from me." Horus held her hand and kissed it gently as he closed his eyes. With the flick of her hand away, she spoke delighted and pleased, "I have come because, a terrible fate has come." Horus sat on his throne and spoke, "I see now. Nothing of importance." "You're a idiot and a fool not to believe me," she said.

Deep in thought Horus became, he opened his eyes slowly and he was no longer in the grand chamber. He saw a battlefield stretched far before him with corpses of angels, demons, and men laid before him. He looked himself over, his gauntlets and armor stained a bloody red. He looked back over the battlefield, a man with a pale face and dark smoke emitting of his body. The man held out his gauntlet hand dripping with blood as he drew a sword of shadow and stepped forth slowly, each step crunching the charred dirt and dead flesh. A half dead angel grabbed the man's ankle, but the man stopped and looked at the angel and slid the tip of his sword in the forehead of the angel as the blade shot through the back of the angel's skull. Horus approached the man and drew a sword of fire. The man gazed at him with glowing festering red eyes as he slid out his sword from the angel. Horus stepped up to the man, Horus taller, but he felt a chill travel up his spine. The man slid down a black scarf that covered his mouth, revealing his cheeks stitched together with blood dripping from his mouth. The man lunged to the side with ease, drifting across the ground and shoving the sword up in Horus's ribs. Horus felt as the blade pierced his armor as chains dragged up his arms and tightened around his wrist, he couldn't move, he was stuck.  Chains twisted tighter as the man stepped up to Horus, his pale face gazing upon him. "In the name of Kane..." Whispered a faint voice in Horus's ear.