Darkness and blight in the plagued forest. A land Darko cursed with plague and rot before the great clash. He made it out of what was left of his good heart for the mortals to have for a quest. At the end was treasures to make a peasant king. But now darkness and hate fills what was left of his heart. He had been shunned by all the gods but the dark ones. He waved his hand over the pool of blood in the center of his throne room and looked at the dying and suffering. Malantius floated up to Darko "My lord, I understand that my old god is part of the light bringers but why not show them your abilities again. Why not give them that chance to consider your abilities." Darko looked at Malantius "because I have already tried 600 years ago I tried. They thought my abilities cruel and corrupt. My power over the dead unnecessary and useless." He waved his hand and noticed Meeod and chuckled. "Bout time you wake up. Meeod, sister of souls." He looked out and about at the underworld. The screams of the souls of the evil filled the air while their was even some souls crying out for the gods to rescue them. But there would be no answer. The underworld was darko's realm. His grip on the this realm was to strong. The only way a soul would leave this world is with darko's permission.

Now back in the underworld he looked through the blood pool and spotted a mortal worthy of a blessing. Worthy to be called champion. He spotted a young prince. Angry and full of hate. He snarled with a dark grin hidden by shroud. He looked to his generals who also eyed the dark hearted prince. Darko then waved his hand and sent for drog and balk the devourer the lumbering beast walked snarling "what is it" one head spoke "that you need" the other spoke "our lord" they spoke at once. Drog and Balk a lumbering monstrous two headed ghoul, both sharing a brain but are still idiots. "Find me this mortal. Bring him here before me. I have a offer for him" Drog and Balk bowed and left the underworld.

Along the forests of the village A party of noble knights and soldiers marched next to a prince. Valios the fallen prince. Suddenly there was the smell of rot and decay in the air.