Damien embraces the powers of his arm, his nails growing into sharp, black claws. He thrusts the arm into The Creator’s open wound and absorbs the Creator’s power. Damien’s skin grows a dark tint of red aside his natural pale tone, and the veins around his body merge into a murky black. Some veins almost pop out of his skin with the sheer pressure of the power being consumed. A blinding explosion-like light emits from where Damien is standing, blinding all those who were watching from afar. The colossus impact that came next sent shock waves that rocked the earth beneath them and reduced the most nearby town to rubble.
As the dust cleared, The Creator’s rotting corpse lay dead, swollen and blackened with the fiery impact of the explosion. And atop the rubble of the walls around the rip in reality sat Damien, in his throne. His eyes were as black as the void in his heart had become, his skin was as pale as his tint was an uncanny red glow. All the veins around his eyes had surfaced, pumping the black demon blood through his cursed skin. His throne of rubble was littered with the blood and the bones of those who died helping him and those who died trying to flee, scorched clean and white from the blast that shook everything in its path. Damien tilted his head with a twisted grin, and as he announced the realm’s new fate, the entire world shook with his voice.
“Heed me humans. Now’st time to tremble in fear of me. Many of you have done so in’t past, this’s where your judgment was wrong. For now, is’t judgement day. And Demons now rule this realm.”
The whole island fell silent, the world fell silent. That was the beginning of the new era where demons were no longer to feel fear, and they were to be dominant. With Damien ruling, demons hunted down humans for sport, crazed with their newfound freedom, they fell victim to their bloodlust and killed each other. Demons who sheltered humans were tortured and executed or sent into exile through the seas, which no one ever returned from. Chaos reigned, and Damien smote all beacons of hope the minute they were lit. As the years grew old and new days rolled in like waves on a beach, Damien’s throne became ever more littered with the remains of the Golden Knights. Insistent on taking revenge on them in the most brutal way possible, as they brutally slaughtered his parents.
The island burned, and all civilization was in ruins. Lord Damien had forced those who opposed him to his death, demons were either feral or cowering, fearing him, and most of the humans had been hunted down and butchered.
Cannon Ending? Never decided one. Please let me know what ending feels the most likely to be cannon.
Realms of Tanerila is a Choose Your Own Adventure story written 5 years ago by myself for my HNC Games Development course. I started well… then I wrote the rest in a couple of hours at 4am because the deadline was too long, and I forgot about it.
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Leighann Paige
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