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.
The vision grew blurry and Horus saw as the vision unfolded into reality. Standing before him the witch swearing under her breath. Horus slammed his fist into the armrest, denting and deforming it. The witch vanished into the shadows, terrified of his wrath. He fixed the armrest, popping the dent out. Thoughts raged in Horus's mind as he stood from the throne, he commanded the guards to leave, immediately, which they listened without hesitation. Horus slid his hand back against his short grey hair as he saw vision after vision appear before him. He felt as if he was losing his mind. Horus saw as a girl bathed in fire dance gently in front of him, her face covered by a white demonic mask, chains draped around her, and corpses lay around her. Horus gazed upon his hands, the golden gauntlets dripping with blood and unknown sigils blazed upon them. The woman stepped toward him silently and whispered, "In the name of the darkness, Malice will rise." Horus snapped away and closed his eyes, making the vision vanish.
Horus crept his eyes open, then looked at his hands. The golden gauntlets stained red and dripping. With the echoes of whimpers and gurgles. he looked down to see a servant girl's throat ripped loose from her body. The lights in the grand hall flickered about then blew out. The room was dark, only a few rays of light from the windows. A hiss echoed out as he heard claws scrape on the stone pillar. It drew closer to him, the sound of metal boots clicking against the ground. Horus watched from where the sound came from and drew his sword. Horus's felt the tips of claws drift down his cheek, whatever it was, it was behind him. "Do not turn champion or I will place upon a punishment so violent and gruesome that you will beg for death to come," A voice whispered as it pulled its claws away from him, "Drop your sword and cover your eyes." Horus did what it said and fell to his knees with chills and slight pains aching on his body. It drifted in front of him and spoke as it flexed its claws, the scraping of metal plates echoed in Horus's ears. "Open your eyes champion then rise." The voice spoke as it placed a hand on Horus's forehead. Horus opened his eyes and looked up at the demon standing before him. He stood to his feet, the demon scowled at him and vanished into the shadows. Horus turned to the corpse of the servant girl when a shadow casted over him from behind. He sighed and turned to see a man standing before him. His face pale and cheeks stitched from the corners of his lips to the middle of his cheeks, he smelled death off his body and at his hip a flame-bladed sword with a red cube strapped to his hip. With the flick of the man's hand the lights flickered on as Horus stepped back terrified. A pair of chains twisted out from the cracks in the stone floor, rattling louder the farther they twisted up into the air.
The man spoke, "In the name of Dytrus, I bestow the key to your visions, Horus." The chains lashed into Horus's eyes and twisted into them with blood spitting across the man's pale stitched cheek. Horus howled in pain and fell to his knees as he gripped the chain links as they digged deep in his eye socket. The chains shot out, his eyes on the sharp barbed ends. Horus covered his eyes and yelled with agony, "What have you done to me?" "Hush Horus," Spoke the man as he took the eyes and slid them into his cloak, "Move your hands so you may see the gift." Horus lowered his hands and spoke, "How can I see with no eyes?" "Relax and open your eyes Horus," The man hissed. Horus opened his eyes and he saw a red haze fill around him. He stood and saw the man, horns driven from his forehead and eyes festering with fire and his cheeks unstitched revealing a sharp snarling maw of a mouth. The man smiled making the maw more vicious as a snake tongue flickered out. A demon stalked behind the man and Horus stepped back steadily and watched it stalk past. "Good. Very good. Do you see the demons?" The man spoke with a hiss as he pointed at the demon. Horus nodded and asked, "How is this possible?" The red haze left and Horus saw everything back to normal as the man wrapped a black blindfold around Horus's head as he spoke, "You have a gift Horus to see under the folds of this reality and those visions were glimpses of the all mighty darkness." Horus spoke as he rubbed his forehead, "The darkness. The stories are true then. Kane, Erebus, and Bloth even Ka'las. All real." The man chuckled demonically and spoke, "Don't forget me, Malice." Horus stepped back again and spoke trying to hide his fear, "You are Malice? The champion of Dytrus. The stories of my child hood. Oh Lord Malice, thank you for your gift and please make yourself home to the Eye." Horus fell to one knee and lowered his head. Malice hissed and slit his stitches as his sharp teeth extending out of his gums. "Find the witch who came here. You have a quest to do for me, if you want to keep those new eyes." Horus nodded and stood as he grabbed his a halberd off his throne then left the chamber. Malice crouched over the servant girl like a vulture. He turned his head and gazed at her with one eye brewing with fire as he stroked the red hair off her face, then the lights blew out.
Horus walked outside as he covered his head with a helmet of gold that covered his face with a gold mask. He looked at the peasants that watched him steadily. Surges of the darkness pulsed through Horus. He dropped to all fours and pulled his helmet off as he vomited blood onto the red street. The villagers watched him as the sky lit up brighter with the heavy flaps of wings filling the empty sound. Horus stood up and wiped his mouth as he walked the stone street with slight twitches. The darkness trailed off his body behind him. A angel drifted down in front of him with a sword drawn. Horus drew his sword and pointed it at the angel, the blade cracked violently and oozed out a black slime that dripped off the blade. "The new champion is gifted with his surge of power." A voice whispered in his ears. The angel held up his sword with both hands around the handle, and his wings folded in on his back. Horus lowered his blade and charged the angel. With a quick movement the angel stepped to the side, but Horus quickly dived and swung his fist across the angel's leg. With a loud snap, the angel's leg caved in with the fist. The angel fell to the ground and dropped his sword which slid away from him. Blood gushed and oozed for the bone in his leg broke out from the flesh. Horus stood up and walked over to the angel who slowly crawled away from him. Horus kicked the angel in the side with all his might, and broke the angel's ribs. Horus pushed the angel over and pressed the tip of his sword on the angel's chest. He slammed his free hand on top of the handle which penetrated the angel's armor and chest. The black slime oozed from the wound and the corpse angel turned slowly black with decay and corruption. Horus slid the sword out from the angel and the cracks slowly vanished and the slime seeped back into the blade. He grabbed the angel's heart in its chest then devoured it quickly. The villagers watched as demon soldiers walked in the castle.
Horus slid the sword into its scabbard and walked to the mighty gates of Eye. Horus gazed upon the sigil of a eye branching out with thorns carved into the stone of the gateway. He looked down from the sigil and walked out the gates sliding his hand across the stone. The stone cracked and wheezed with pressure till a crack ripped up the wall to the eye sigil and split the eye open with chunks of stone smashing to the ground. The eye glowed with a fire in the center of it. "Kill." Hissed a voice and the soldiers quickly released their hungry and bloody fury on the villagers.
"Welcome Horus." The voice whispered to Horus.
