In the heart of the dark castle, hidden within the twisted labyrinth of black stone walls and surrounded by an eerie forest, a sense of foreboding hung in the air. Purple light danced across the castle's surroundings, casting an otherworldly glow on the guards who stood vigilant in their full black and purple inscribed breastplate armor.
Within one of the castle's towers, a quaint office stood as a testament to refinement and elegance. The room was quiet, its furnishings a testament to the occupant's refined taste. Paintings and artifacts adorned the walls, each one telling a story of its own. A large table, positioned by a window with slightly quivering curtains, dominated the space. Two chairs sat before the table, while a single, more ornate chair stood behind it.
Seated in the ornate chair was a figure, dressed in attire that seemed almost regal. Across from him, a male and female sat, their faces a picture of attention and curiosity. The figure behind the table leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with interest as he began to speak.
The figure behind the table, with his short jet black hair and purple strands, gazed intently at the pair seated before him. His dark purple eyes seemed to bore into their very souls, while his medium tan skin tone and refined features spoke of an air of sophistication. A scar above his lip, partially hidden by his full jet black beard, hinted at a more rugged past.
Across from him, the woman's medium brown hair cascaded down her back, partially covering her right face. Her crimson red eyes gleamed with an inner fire, while her rich tan skin tone and black ink tattoos on her face added an air of mystique. The black dress she wore showcased her figure, and she sat with a quiet confidence on the leather wood chair.
To her side, the man stood tall, his short midnight hair a stark contrast to his pale skin tone. His white eyes, surrounded by blackness, seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intensity, while the mask covering his lower face added an air of mystery. The full Black and purple inscribed breastplate armor he wore seemed to be a part of him, a symbol of his unwavering dedication to his craft.
Lord Eos's voice echoed through the quiet office, his words dripping with a mix of disdain and sorrow. As he stood up and gazed out the window, the moon cast an eerie glow on the dark forest below, the trees swaying gently in the breeze like skeletal fingers. The silence of the night seemed to underscore the weight of his words.
Geraldine's eyes narrowed, her crimson gaze fixed intently on Lord Eos as he began to explain his motivations. "Humans are a vile race," he stated, his voice laced with conviction. "They build and destroy everything around them, caring only for those who are high in status, while the common people struggle to survive. The wealthy and powerful live in luxury, while the less fortunate are forgotten."
Lord Eos's words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. "And yet, they pray to their God for mercy and forgiveness, claiming to be righteous and just. But it's all a facade. Their God favours those with status and power, leaving the weak and vulnerable to suffer. It's a cruel irony, and one that I aim to rectify with our plan."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft creaking of the old wooden chair as Lord Eos turned to face Geraldine and the masked figure beside her. His dark purple eyes burned with a fierce determination, a sense of purpose driving him forward.
Lord Eos's voice was calm, soothing, and void of emotion as he continued to speak to Geraldine. "If the light can't protect everyone and the common folk, then we can turn to the darkness to gain power to change it all," he said.
Geraldine's eyes narrowed slightly as she asked, "Won't the darkness swallow everything in its path?"
Lord Eos laughed slightly, a low, mirthless sound. "We will use a good amount of the darkness to direct it, to orchestrate chaos into the world and change it into order and balance, maybe," he replied.
His gaze seemed to drift off, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "To make those high in power grovel to their feet and understand how it feels to be forgotten and cast aside," he added, his voice dripping with conviction.
He sat down, sipping a glass of wine as he sighed in slight relief. "There will be balance in the world," he stated, his voice firm. "And since the Creator of All Things doesn't seem to do it, we can and will do it."
Lord Eos's voice carried across the room, his words directed at General Ambrose, the male in armor. "Tell everyone that everything must be done according to plan," he instructed.
General Ambrose stood up, his movements swift and precise. He bowed his head in respect, his voice firm as he replied, "As you command, my lord." With that, he turned and headed out of the office, leaving Lord Eos alone with his thoughts.
Lord Eos's gaze shifted to a dark corner of the office, where a figure was shrouded in shadows. A faint purple glow emanated from ancient inscriptions, casting an eerie light on the surrounding darkness. Lord Eos's expression was calm, his eyes filled with respect and reverence as he nodded to the figure.
The figure, seemingly aware of Lord Eos's acknowledgement, nodded back. As it moved into the darkness, the shadows seemed to come alive, swirling around it like a living entity. The figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only the faintest hint of its presence. The light returned to the corner, illuminating the now-empty space.
Lord Eos gazed out the window, his eyes fixed on the horizon as a faint light flickered to life in the forest, far from the castle. The light emanated from a city unknown to the rest of the world, shrouded in mystery. A slight smile played on Lord Eos's lips as he spoke, his voice filled with conviction. "In the darkness, I will be the light to lead everyone to a better place, free from corruption, death, unfairness, and cruelty."
Meanwhile, General Ambrose stood at the entrance of the open yard within the castle, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers. His bastard sword hung at his side, secured in its dark sheath. As he addressed the gathered troops, his voice rang out with determination. "Today marks the dawn of a new era, one where everything will be fair and equal. An era where we will no longer fear death, nor the loss of everything we hold dear, nor the pain of being forgotten." The soldiers listened intently, their faces set with resolve.
General Ambrose concluded his speech, his voice ringing out across the yard. "If the light that shines above us all fails to bring true and pure righteousness to the world, we will be the light from the darkness that will lead people to a better place." The soldiers, lined up in order, erupted into a fervent roar of enthusiasm and spirit. The air was electric with excitement as they celebrated the dawn of a new era. The sound of their cheering echoed through the castle, a declaration of their commitment to the cause.