Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar paused to look at his people, feeling an electricity in the air, there was anticipation and there was expectation. What did the king have to say, what words of wisdom would he deliver unto them to be the guidelines to which their lives would be ran? What are these creeds, what are these tenets of morte Bianca. Rezar smiled as he pulled out Morte Bianca, what he was about to do next was mostly theatrics and it wasn't necessary but, Rezar had a flair for the dramatic, that much anyone who knew him could testify about. He ran the blade over his left wrist as his blood poured out in a stream.

There were loud gasps and exclamations of shock going around the crowd as what the king had just done had completely caught them off guard. But be that as it may, it was still a wondrous sight to behold as the King's blood floated into the air, gathering into massive orb, that floated above his head. there was a massive statue erected in the middle of the palaces massive lawn, it was a statue of him, holding Vita gratia in its staff form, both blades flat, with one in between his eyes and the other between his legs.

He liked…. No better yet it would be more accurate to say he loved that statue. He had on the first clothes he wore when he had spawned back at the stygian mines. It showed him innocent, unblemished and untouched by the things of this world. But then again he was still stained by his reality back on earth, by what he could remember. What he hoped to become and what he would never get a chance to be.

He shook his head and smiled, there was so much that had been lost in his journey to the peak, but in the same manner there has been so much gained. Not many can say that they've been able to get this far, it has pretty much been an uphill battle and you could say in every conflict he has come close to death more times than he could count. Any mistake would have been the end of him, yet luck and the very obvious fact that he really didn't like to entertain the idea of giving up or throwing in the towel, his life was precious to him, and that's all he has been trying to preserve so far.

• ALL LIFE IS SACRED

• BATTLE FOR SURVIVAL NEVER FOR WAR

• HURT NOT THE FUTURE BUT PROTECT IT

• YOUR FAMILY IS YOUR HOME, YOUR HOME IS YOUR FAMILY

• DO NOT FEAR DEATH, FOR SHE IS YOUR ALLY

• ALL LIFE IN MORTE BIANCA IS EQUAL, CITIZEN OR VISITOR

• NO BIANCAN SHALL BE KILLED ON HER GROUNDS

• SHOW NO MERCY TO YOUR ENEMIES, BUT REMEMBER THA MERCY IS NOT A WEAKNESS

• ALL CITIZENS MUST PROTECT EACH OTHER, FOR MORTE BIANCA IS ITS PEOPLE, NOT ITS LANDS

• THERE ARE NO COWARDS IN MORTE BINCA

His blood carved those words unto the hand carved blades of vita gratia's statue. These words would appear on every stone spire across the kingdom, a testament of the wisdom of their king and the guidelines that his people must live by. Come what may, regardless of whatever laws shall be added onto the ten tenets that have been given, for all eternity until the final dusk of this kingdom. Morte Bianca will live by its tenets, for they are the creed of the future.

"You all must understand what this world holds, the darkness within it is one no one single one of us can fully comprehend. This is just the beginning, as advanced as we are, we're still young. There's still so much for us to learn and understand, so much more battles to be fought, more blood to be spilt, more defeats, more losses and more deaths.

I'm not going to be hypocritical and tell you that from now on all will be well and good, that there would be all sunshine and rainbows for every single one of us, because that's just bullshit! And I; Rezar deathwind am not a guy who spouts BS, much less to the people he is supposed to protect and provide for just as they serve and give him their loyalty. Forget fancy words and clothes, I just spilt my blood to write out the words that you all will live by.

My honesty is my greatest gift to you, and I will tell you that this world wants to see Morte Bianca grounded to dust! And why is that? It is because of what we stand for. Because of what we can become or rather what we have become. We've stuck it to the man, we've shown the whole damn world that we can get to the peak of the mountain without being held back or brought down by the powers that have already been established.

This is a story that we've all probably heard a thousand times over, but a man born a slave has become a king. And his nation thrives, his people thrive. And it was something we did all on our own, fighting with the sweat the blood in our veins, the years in our eyes and the sweat of our backs. We are Morte Bianca! We fear no one, and we take no quarter and show no mercy. We give respect and honor to whom it is due and we demand it back ten times over. Yes! We're arrogant, but we are true and honest people.

We live and we love, and we fight to survive and grow, no matter the adversity we've never given up. We are the perfect people, just as much as we are flawed and different from one another. But there's no going back for any one of us, we will grow and thrive and become that which we were always meant to be. That which I will make sure we all become. THE ONE TRUE EMPIRE OF ELYSIUM, and no one! WILL STAND IN OUR WAY!"

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SOMEWHERE FAR TO THE SOUTH!

"That's a pretty speech don't you think Malik?" the saintess said as looked over a scrying pool, watching Rezar's speech in real time, but with the aid of magic rather than technology.

"I don't have time for pretty speeches, he has become too big of a threat. Now we have no choice but to have an all-out confrontation with him, especially now that he is in possession of the Necron. You have records of just what sort of damage, what sort of power that book holds. We have to bring him and his precious kingdom to the ground before he learns to master its power." Malik said as he leaned his back against a wooden post in a secluded glade within a forest.

"Are you sure all this bravado of yours is to bring an end to him? I understand the amount of power the Necron will bring us, but…... this is more than just wanting to get rid of an obstacle. I know your history Malik, something so similar to legend of Heracles. A man blessed by the gods, a paladin of Yahweh…... gets tempted by the dark. Malik, the man who was once in line to become the grand paladin of the theocracy, falls in love with a demon, and not just any demon, one that has crawled into our world from the very depths of hell itself.

A life that you should have ended, but you nurtured and loved. And then is your love you fell prey to the dark side, going even deeper until you fell into the embrace of death. But you can never serve two masters, the ensuing clash of energy murdered the woman you love, please excuse me; murdered the demon whore you left me for! But it wasn't just her that died. Your daughter, small, innocent, young and pure, left this world on her fifth birthday.

But instead of learning from your mistakes, you couldn't live in a world where the woman you have fallen for wasn't in. so you took her soul, oh great [Soul King] of death! And placed her in a vessel, so that she can be close to you. But what other vessel can be available to you? None other than that of the young daughter your betrayal of the holy one killed. And so now! Lenore of Morte Bianca, is the soul of a wife in the body of her own deceased daughter!

It's funny isn't it, because I cannot begin to imagine how painful this is for you. Her body aged rapidly to make room for the more matured soul that now inhabited her body. So when you look at her what do you see? Your wife?...or is it you sweet little girl. But be that as it may Malik, no matter what or who you see, your punishment is that she or they no longer belong to you or will ever belong to you. They're now his; they belong to King REZAR DEATHWIND!"

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"