The Darkest Crypt
Written by Fysh

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Brendan ran out of his home, only to see a large cavity with demonic armies marching out of it, fire spewing into the air, angels falling from the heavens. He pondered this. Well...I could always run... he thought. No, no, something urged at him to run forth and join the defense. A voice echoed through his mental being.

"Join them, Brendan. You are chosen, Brendan." His marks glowed pure blue as he ran forth, his sword was suddenly made out of the purest diamond. Soldiers had constructed a wooden wall, sergeants barked orders at their men. This was the defense, he thought.

"FOR THE GLORY OF ISTANGRAD!!!" Soldiers ran forth shouting war cries, only to be slaughtered by armies of foes. Giant manifestations lurked in the demon ranks, flames shot out from their blackstone barriers. Pain shot through Brendan, and he collapsed.  Visions of eyes raced through his mind, he couldn't think. Suddenly his vision blurred. All he could see was a shield and a soldier's helmet, the insignia of the god Zynthius. He was the chosen one. The one who'd lay wake to many forces, armies of them. Hordes of them.

He stood up, a new power arose of him. He manifested into a large man, who wielded a great sword. Suddenly the angels stopped falling, but joining the human ranks. He was the chosen of Zynthius, God of Humanity. It was his job to protect humanity and was the only god who could directly contact humans.

He ran forth, jumped a humane barrier, and slashed one stroke with his mammoth blade, and a dozen Maumis were in two. Brendan turned back to his normal self. He was just Brendan. Zynthius could manipulate his body, and protect his mind from Marth O' Gaul, although it was clear he was now half-god. The giants lumbered toward him, only him, no longer focused on feasting on worthless humans. Brendan shivered in fear.


Chapter 2

Branden blacked out, human medics rushed forward, angels beemed down to guard his corpse, the giants dissolved from the holy light.

The Next Day

Brendan woke up, the angel, Nephastes, guardian of Zynthius, took to him. They were atop the clouds.

"Where.... Where am I?" Brendan inquired.

"In the heavens." Nephastes' beautiful voice replied. "You blacked out after Zynthius manifested in you. We thought you were dead. We took you here, to make sure you'd survive. Its your job to bring back Instangrad." She informed him. There were millions of angels, but they were spread thin. Guarding gods, dealing with demons, even guarding the Chosen. 'Yes but, what of Instangrad?" Brendan asked. "Ahh, yes, the city did not make it. The demons have been building a stronghold there. From that stronghold, they will siege the world. And eventually, the heavens."

Brendan got up. He had been laying in the softest bed, upon the softest pillows, under the most comfortable blanket. As he did so, he fell from heaven. Down to Earth, in the city Bustangul. Bustangul was a northern city, and the closest to Instangrad. They were next. Brendan knew.

"Is it an angel?"

"No, its a god!"

"All of your are idiots, its clearly a Chosen." The people were mystified of the holy beem that had been created when Brendan fell, apparently they thought he was a chosen because of the runes. Yes, a voice echoed in his mind. He was the Chosen of Zynthius, as all of the gods had their chosen.

Brendan looked around. Newspapers littered the street, and people had crowded around him. He picked up a newspaper, it said 'Instangrad, City of the Damned" The headline was followed by a paragraph and some drawings of demons. The people left as they heard a huge BANG! They ducked for cover. Sure enough, a huge ball of fire erupted past the walls and landed on a building. Screams were now heard, all around the city. He must get back to Instangrad with an army. He thought. The clouds opened up, and let sunlight shine through.


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What I can spoil :

Powers of Marth O' Gaul
Can see whos chosen and whos not, can see what people are, and was the first Too 'Kai. Has been known to posess people and create serial killings.

Article on Zynthius
Zynthius is the god of Humanity, when he was born, and he spoke his first word, 100 humans left his mouth. Of them, none was chosen. Boy was born with runes of Zynthius, and was to be recruited into the Chosen but demonic siege delayed this.

Condition of Instangrad
The demons have created a rough military base, humans are being ate by the tens and the survivors are also slaves. 152 Angels were slain. The military base in the cavity of the temple, there seems to be increased demonic activity. Powerful booms have been heard and volanoes have been erected across the surrounding landscape.