Completed The End of a Prologue

[Shiyami]

4th of Spring, 113AV, 9th Bell

One always thinks that lives are important, and that one's life should be the same routine, living day, by day. Little did they know, things were about to change, a very drastic change. It wasn't one of those 'I defeated the monster, and the village is safe!' kind of change. No, it was more similar to 'Oh shyke, the Djed storms have come back for round two' type of change. 

There lived a boy, who was born under the tyranny of a demon that was called his father. This boy, wasn't the only one affected by the father's wrath. No, everyone within the household felt it. Not a single person was spared. The young boy, was named Shiyami. He had become fourteen years of age just this season, and the household had celebrated his birthday, minus the father and one other person, who was probably in some corner of the household, being raged upon by the father. Little did everyone know, that this would be the end of their normal lives, both figuratively and literally. 

The first victim, was obviously one of the members of the household. Everyone in the household thought that the father was up to his usual antics, abusing the closest living thing. They couldn't be any more wrong...the father had taken a step towards a mass murderer, with his tally of one kill so far. Everyone else only started to suspect something was up when the crying amped up to a single, short scream, before a sudden silence enveloped the household. The silence was broken five ticks later, when a loud thud of something hitting the door, echoed throughout the hallways. Everyone looks at each other, all with the same question running through their minds. Has the father crossed the line? Everyone waited with baited breaths, fear turning their legs to steel, as the door slowly opened. When the door opened about halfway, a body, unsupported by the door, falls to the floor, with a blank expression on her face. Soon, the pool of blood reached past the doorway, as the father walked out of the room, with the gaze of a madman, and a small blade in his hand. Small it may be, but it was still lethal nonetheless. It has happened...everyone's worst greatest fear, has just come out of their nightmares, and into the living, breathing world. As everyone started to panic, the father started slashing and stabbing the closest living beings possible. With everyone in a pandemonium, they did not manage to make it to the door, before their lives were given untimely ends. 

Shiyami, hearing the commotion, went over to check why there was more than one person screaming. He stopped moving though, when he saw the scene straight from the depths of the depraved. His father, coated in blood, was holding a knife in his right, and a head in his left. Shiyami knew he should run, but his legs were rooted to the spot in fear. I mean, what normal person, wouldn't be terrified when they see someone holding a DECAPITATED HEAD in their blasted hands? This fear, would become Shiyami's downfall, for while he was tethered by fear, his father charged at him, before lunging the knife into Shiyami's left eye, instantly killing him.

An unknown length of time had past, before Shiyami woke up. He thought that he was only having a very terrible, vivid nightmare, but when he looked around, his hopes were dashed to pieces. Blood, coated every inch of surface, with dismembered bodies and their respectively limbs were scattered this way and that. It was as if he had awakened to a whole new world, one full of death and decay. ...killed...I...did...I died? I'm dead, but I'm still here...ah, that means I'm a ghost..., was what Shiyami thought, as he stood up, and realized he was floating. Heh, looks like being dead is not too bad. He floated around the house, going through closed doors as if they weren't there at all, exploring the living space...? Death comes swiftly, to those who desire it not, and drag them to the depths of despair, where they are but a blind person lost in absolute darkness. Yet, in the end, it is a debt that all men pay, and all in all, no one can run from the claws that come from the land of the demons, his philosophical representation of what he saw and experienced. As any normal person would agree, this doesn't even remotely look like a a person would even venture through here, 'less they have some sort of strange career of the sorts.

After a short while of exploring, Shiyami attention was divert by a strange weapon. A scythe, with blades on both sides of the handle. The entire weapon, including the blades itself, was as black as the darkness that appears only in the complete absence of light. The intriguing aspect of this weapon, was the lack of blood on it. Shiyami, without knowing why, felt drawn to the scythe, like it was something that belonged to him, that was part of who he was. Picking it up, he looked around, and felt absolutely no attachment to this place. Without hesitation, he turned his back to the place he once called his home, and strolled through the open door, and walked away, probably terrifying a large number of citizens, as all they saw, was a shadow of absolute darkness, with a floating scythe next to it, and a glowing red trail left by his eye, bright scarlet like the color of freshly spilt blood. 

[Radiant]

Shiyami :

Experience

Skill

XP Earned

Lores

Lore Earned

Murderous Demon Of A Father

*STAB!* Insta-Death

My Very Own Scythe

Loots

Notes :

A short solo explaining his history.

Probably would be good to explain how did scythe could be there though...

Not much in terms of skill that I can award.

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.