For long has it been whispered amongst necromancers and other beings dabbling in the dark arts of black magic and sorcery about the dance of the dead…a dance unseen by mortal eyes, a dance which shakes the realm to the core, for the dead who dance, are the forsaken ones…heaven cast them down even before their soul could depart from their lifeless carcass and hell shoved them up with violent force.
Such was their evilness that hell would be heaven for these beings of darkness…
And so these souls of black roam the barren wilderness of mortal realm spreading disease and lurking behind every act of sin perpetrated by mortals…Thus did their numbers grow in strength with the passing of each virgin’s journey into lust…
And on the night of the 13th full moon it has been said by legends of old, that the forsaken ones gather in all their numbers at a place unknown to ordinary mortals; but the sorcerers, they know of the place…they stay afar from that place on the night of the full moon for legend has it that any being of mortal blood who does dare to be in that gathering of evil, will be chained in thorns and feasted upon by ravens and vultures, and who’s blood shall quench the earth’s eternal thirst…
However legend also speaks of one man…many millennia ago when Lucifer reigned in Hell and when the earth was but a land of desolation and chaos, one mortal sorcerer of the light, in his quest to fight the forces of the night did stumble upon the unholy gathering of the dead…
“bright was the night under the unholy aura of a full moon, strange it would seem that it was the 13th full moon and alone was I wandering across civilizations on a quest to seek wisdom that will aid me against the eternal battles with the creatures of the night when fate itself intervened. And amidst the cover of the night in the barren wastes of the valley of the dead I stumbled upon an unholy gathering…
A gathering of the forsaken ones…
At first sight I could not believe my eyes as my mind tried to comprehend the scene before my eyes…then when the unwanted ones started to utter ancient spells of the night I realized the veritable evilness that was unfolding before me…the spells wreaked havoc across the plains and I saw beings of grotesque shapes and forms…I was playing host to sights that were not meant for mortal eyes…it was as if the dead had risen from their graves…
And then they spotted me and even before I could utter a scream they were upon me and they then chained me to a tree…cast numerous spells on me did they, but to their shock and mine, none did have an effect on me…
Then the ground shook and the clouds struck lightning upon the earth and amidst the thunder did a voice speak…
‘o ye dead ones, ye hath chained the One, He who hath been spoken of in the prophecy of old, He who shalt rule over Hell, He who shalt become the demon supreme’
Thusly did the voice speak and in the loud silence that ensued I found myself getting stronger as fresh blood started flowing through my veins and one word did I speak and free was I of the chains and banished were the dead…
They had their dance…
Now its my turn”
And thusly did the DemonKnight come to be…amidst thunder, lightning and the dead!
