Peace currently reigns over the eight continents. With two continents in each direction, West,East,North, and South

In the Northern continents, one continent is made of frost and ice.The other magma and fire. The home of demons, split into clans of their own races but ruled over by the most powerful demon. The Demon King. Their highest affinity is to Fire and Ice depending on which continent they live in. (In the north)

The Western continents, vast plains and mountains on one of the western continents, and countless dense forest, and branching rivers in the other. Clans of beast men and humanoid kingdoms, such as dwarves, have their own leader respective to their race. But all are under the jurisdiction of the tribal council. Where five of the most powerful beast men of different races gather and set laws,rules,and make decisions for the good of the western continents. Their highest affinity is towards thunder,earth, and air.

The Eastern continents, with the biome of dense forests in each continent. Where fairies and pixies ruled by forest guardians live in one of the two continents. While the other continent is where elves and treants reside ruled by the forest king. A combination(merge) of an elf who is the most charismatic and cunning, and the strongest treant. Their races live in solitary and ignores and condemns all other races. Their Highest affinity to nature,water, and light.

The Southern continents with differentiating biomes, where human kingdoms rule. Ruled under the authority of the royal family. Abundant in population but also greed,lust,slaves, and power. Their highest affinity is all around, but most are born with one of the main four elements, fire,water,earth, and air.

But the time of peace is ending. A soul once filled with innocence taken away by the vile nature of man.

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In a one room cottage in a village located in the outskirts of the Rose Kingdom, that soul is being born.

“Keep going Honey! The baby’s almost out!” A slightly tan muscular man with short black and red hair yelled in anxiety, tightly holding his wife’s hand.

An agonizing cry could be heard as she came to her final push.

“It’s a boy! It’s a boy! Cleo, look we have a baby boy!” The man yelled out happily, lifting up their slightly bloody newborn son for his wife to see.

“That’s good..A baby boy…” Cleo weakly said with tears of joy running down her snow white skin as her eyes slowly closed.

“Cleo? Cleo!? Cleo!! Wake up! Weren’t we going to raise our baby boy together! Please Cleo! Wake up! Don’t leave me, Wake up! Cleo!”

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A week after Cleo’s death, Flaire age twenty eight, named their child Rinea with the nickname Rin.

And in their one room cottage, Rin is joyfully eating the bowl of oatmeal placed in front of him on his wooden high chair.

“What an energetic little boy.” Flaire said with a bit of sorrow and bitterness but was soon replaced by a sweet caring tone. “Okay that’s enough Rin, it’s time for bed.”

Flaire easily picked up his energetic week old son and laid him on a wooden crib next to his bed.

“Good night Rin.” Flaire said kissing his son’s forehead goodnight, while Rin flailed his arms around, still energetic.

After doing so Flaire himself went to bed and slept sideways, so that his view was on his son.

An hour later, the still awake and lively Rin was happily giggling until a shadow of a beast brood over him and swallowed him whole.

The day later, and for years to come, Rin was quiet and emotionless surrounded by a calm and indifferent aura around him, that most children didn’t have his age.

“I wonder what happened to him?” Flaire said puzzled noticing the change in his son overnight “Ah! It must’ve been that oatmeal I gave him!” Flaire said coming to a reasonable but misunderstanding.

-Five years later-

During the years Flaire had worked hard as a village guard to feed him and his growing son. Who over the years showed intelligence far from his age, acting like a wise old hermit. He was able to crawl in a month’s time and barely walked by the age of eight months, but was soon mastered the following year. He learned to read and write as soon as he reached two but has never uttered a word. Flaire thought he was mute, but his worries were poofed from existence when Rin wrote using cow’s milk on the table that he ‘didn’t like to speak’.

But unbeknownst to Flaire, his son was far more than those simple achievements.

-Rin’s P.O.V-

It’s been five years since… Visions of people I knew. People who I seemed to have grown up with, drank,ate,goofed around, and fought together with. People I loved and cared. The psychopathic, crazy,overprotective black haired demon lady, the silent, indifferent yet fierce phoenix when provoked crimson haired sorceress, and the sweet adorable blond princess. They showed me the happiness and joy in living despite it only being images, it felt like I was there, in the bliss and joyful memories. But those happy memories were shattered...All chained up… Their eyes were gouged gouged out, their entire bodies covered with countless cuts, some light and some deep. Their nails ripped off and replaced with staples punctured in. Their hair pulled so hard some of the flesh underneath was too. Even some of their insides were visible due to the acid poured all over them. They had their bodies brutally defiled by men and women alike. It didn’t stop, not even if they were lifeless corpses… Worse part was that they couldn’t even die and move past the terror and horror! People would come in, revive them and heal them… Then it’ll happen all over again. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t... I wanted to plead, but I couldn’t... I wanted to help, BUT. I. COULDN’T! I stood there and watched petrified over and over again!

Then the scenes would finally stop at one point and would transition to the sins of man. Pride, Envy,Wrath, Gluttony, Lust,Sloth and Greed. Innocent and pure maidens raped by the dirty hands of lustful men who were in power and others, when had the chance forced themselves upon them. Envy for wealth,looks,power, women that others have that they don’t have. Corrupting you slowly from the inside with hatred and jealousy. Greed for wealth,power, pleasure, anything, that sloops you down to immoral acts to get what you want and desire. Murder, betray all who stands in your way, be it family,loved ones, or friends. Leaving those with short end of the stick to a fate worse than death, enlightening on the corruption of man only when it’s too late. Wrath a more unsatisfiable then lust. Bullying and ruining the lives of people who are weaker than them, taking out the anger they had built up for when they were in their place, after finally attaining power.

Slothful people who are too lazy to do anything about it, watching at the suffering of others from the sidelines. Than there are those who are prideful, thinking and acting for their own benefit even if their purpose says otherwise, because humans are stubborn and selfish. Haughty and arrogant their up on their high horse, above all the rest due to their status,wealth, and power who think they're invincible and right because of these. Especially those who act on justice and righteousness, their the worst of humankind. Saying their doing good but what good is there if you can’t do it for everyone out there, saying it’s justice when they’re just shoving their ideals down their throat, they make things worst acting on their ideals and emotions but can't stop to think and ask themselves, why do I even care? Is it because of my ideals? Or is it the need to be praised and worshipped by others to raise their own ego and pride.

I kept rambling on and on, until a fateful encounter happened. It was a shadow. The same shadow that gave me these images of sour images. Did I resent it? O no, instead I embraced it. The shadow, the memories, and images, they all resolved myself to not be the naive little child I was supposed to be and showed me that you need to be strong. Strong enough to protect those you love, strong enough to hold word amongst others, and strong enough so nothing can be taken from you.

To do that the shadow gave me the power to act upon it and what I see fit. Brought me to another dimensional plane, a dimension made of vast darkness and trained me there to control the darkness and shadows, to control it like it was a part of me, like I am one with it. And a just in case I can’t use shadows or darkness I was taught swordsmanship originating from their glory days.

After I was three I was shown the an Army of shadows, shadows that can take on any shape and holds sinister and evil power that will be used at my will and used to accomplish not only my goals and aspirations but the shadows that started it all. The mother of Shadows, Zilla.

Although I have a army of shadows, I have to understand the fact that I’m too weak to bring it out it’s full potential and would only attract unnecessary attention that will get myself killed. So I’ll decide to wait till I’m strong enough, by training,making connections, gathering wealth, and those who have the same aspirations and goals as I. Until I have enough. To plunge the world in darkness!