The kingdom of Fotia. The volcano peaks sat high above the bustling kingdom below its mass. The clouds were below the volcano edges and formed a shadow on the heads of the several hundred people below. The day was in its earlier hours, but was well on the way. People sold and mingled, shopped and played. A vibrant and functioning society that would make any emperor proud. Even this emperor. 

Fiery eyes gazing on the functioning lifts. Their gears rotating goods and people to higher areas of the city, those areas protruding from the volcano side. There was always a mist emerging from the ground, like an aura of milky white rising from the city. Their toils and cares all reaching the skies and permeating it in the form of clouds that blocked the sun from their already warm bodies. Not a person could be seen, within the walls of the volcanoes and the city that uses them, without a bead of sweat decorating some area of their bodies.

This mentioned emperor. This sovereign leader was Magnixx. His hair, dreaded and long, whirled in the wind. His position was high above the city. His castle was erected from the side of a volcano, yet it melded well with it.

It almost appeared as though it were a part of it. Lava flowed from a few of its stone dragon statues. All meant for design, but represented the power over fire and lava their people had and their kinship to it. His wings were at his back and didn't move except for the ends which danced like a leather garment. He stood on the edge of a ledge, where the wind was free and strong. Despite the risk he seemed unfazed within the dance of gusts around him.

Outside the walls sat the towns and the open lands meant for farming and game. There the atrocities of that lit moon night rose to afflict the Fotian nation. This was done in the same way to the rest of the lands. First the horns of a horrific nightmare sounded. Loud yet unpleasant in its tone. The horn was like the thunder before the lightning and gave birth to a growing army of darkness. Bodies, limbs, fragments. All were decorations for this armada of beasts. 

There were indeed brutal wild men who lived by their own cutthroat regulations. But this was something else. Something more sinister and directed. A black snake the size of several horses peered its head from behind the horizon line the army marched upon. There, atop the Basilisks head stood a slender hooded masked figure. Next to him stood a elegant being that was indistinguishable from male or female. Long black flowing hair and sharp red eyes and facial features. A beautiful figure behind horrors too ugly to be redeemed. 

They attacked. They raped and pillaged the outskirts of all the lands except for Nero. Those dark pitiful caves the outsiders live in are not worth tormenting it seems. Those soldiers tasked by the kingdom to protect the farmers did their best. But they were low in numbers and were overwhelmed. This called upon the powers of the kingdoms to help prevent the total destruction of their farm lands and free farm labor. 

Magnixx stepped out onto the battlefield. A basilisk was attacking and helping the savages attack. This required his attention. However. He was not to lift a finger in this fight. Even as the massive reptile turned many people to stone and gored on flesh it didn't require the kings power. He brought with him a single dragon slayer from his guild and armada. This man bowed to his king before stepping into the zone of the basilisk.

[color=darkred][I]A rare creature in these parts..[/I][/color]

If it were not for the wild and vile outfits and tactics of these savages the many kingdoms fighting would think their enemies from Nero territory. But while basilisks were only native to that land it was not impossible to charm one under strong spells. One would reason. So the slayer stood tall, armored helmet shaped like a fierce dragon covered his face as well. His clothes were limited to armored leggings and gauntlets. His muscles were large and matched the heavy blade he wielded. Holding it downward as he approached. Finally meeting the beast only a few feet away. 

With only a single second to process something was close to it the Basilisk turned its giant fangs on the slayer. A crash into the earth was met with a howling roar of flames. The basilisk's mouth was blown through by a massive pillar of fire. Crashing around the slayer were the parts of the beasts head that would have aided in its devouring of his person entirely.

 Instead it decorated the ground around him with dead flesh and before him was the uncoiling of a headless serpent several times his size. He turned to his king who merely nodded approval before the soldiers of his kingdom cleaned up the rest of the aggressors.

One thing to note was that none of the pillagers retreated, many seeking death over capture or prolonged injury and doing so with a smile.

All over the lands were battles like this taking place and being quelled. Leaving all wondering who or what they were. The only answers being the notes left on some of the bodies. Claiming that, in terms only madmen would use, their ways of living is the true way. To murder, kill, devour and be the strongest all while serving death is the true way for a Descendant and the way their new god commands.