Tis the day for war, a war that will last for eternity. A war of the gods, a war of the dead. We are Death's Templar.

Years ago we once were human. But what is the meaning of being human? well, that's a story for another time. For now, lets talk about the beginning. The beginning of the end.
My name is Sir Francis Grim. I'm a Templar. Though we weren't always corrupted with the darkness of our allies, we were once friends of the heavens.
When the war started, it was nothing but a plague. People died left and right, not knowing what the cause of their deaths was. years after thousands had died, a new plague break out. The dead were rising from their graves and were ready to fight for their King.
But the question is, who's their king?

He has many names. The Beast, Murderer, Plague doctor. But one of the names everyone knows him by is Death.
The one who brings the dead to heaven or hell. The one who brings pain to the living.

When we all found out that the war was at a beginning, it had smelt as if a thousand dead men were walking. The stench nearly killed some of us.
The Knights Templar was called forth to fight the unholy army for the light was with only us.
Templars from all over the world came to the war to fight along the kingdom of Loridon. Each day one by one we fell from stress and fatigue. Our body's were not ready for the pain and agony we were putting them through.

Alast, I had fallen. one strike to my stomach had brung me to my knees. Who knew a brute could'v killed a person with one strike. As I took my last breath, I fell to the ground. It felt so peaceful, so... so happy. But that happyness ended when I heard a voice calling out my name.
I opened my eyes and found my self lying in a stone hallway.
As I stood up I became dizzy, as if I were drunk. The voice kept calling out for me. As I inched closer and closer to the end of the hall the voice had grown smaller and soon died out. The voice had lead me to a old wooden door. The door had a strange symbol in the middle. a Symbol most templars should know of.
A symbol so dark, not even heaven would possess it.

I opened the door to find my self in a world of corruption, Hell.
As I turned around, I found my self getting pushed closer and closer to the edge. I started to pray for strength. But alast I could not speak.
I soon fell off the edge to what should'v been my doom. I stopped falling inches before hitting the ground. I just floated there for a while. As I stood once more, I was face to face with the dead that slayed me. I was cuffed in chains and taken to the one they called King. And who might this be? Ah, the templar my soldiers had brung to me. How do you feel Francis? Oh that's right, you can't talk. Let me help you with that. *Snap* There. Try now. Why have you brung me to this place, Death! I am of the holy light of heaven! Are you now? God begs to differ. You see Francis. You are of the black army now. An army so powerful not even God himself can defeat. My lord, I bring you word tha- SILENCE SLAVE! Can't you see i'm speaking with a new soul? Yes my lord. Now.---- Where'd he go? I Ran farther then I had ever trying to get away from that unholy demon. I could hear him call my name for miles. I could hear the screams of a banshee telling me to come back. That there was no escaping this place.