The Wielded One:
Once, millennia ago, a mighty warlord
in the depths of the Demon dimension united the armies of the dark realms
into one colossal mass intent on conquering the human realm.
Beneath him were his mighty lieutenants, the most formidable and cunning demons
to walk the lands, bar himself.
But there was one whose power challenged that of even the Great One, so in
his fear he ordered his Demon Mages to destroy this warrior when next he gave
his devotion.
Has the Demon knight renewed his vow of eternal allegiance, he was struck
by the immense forces of a thousand Demon Mages channelling their energies
of unbeing into his body.
Blasted, shattered, and ruined, his soul fled his charred husk, but due to
the forces of his destruction his spirit did not immediately become another
mindless demon spawn.
Instead the huge energies channelled his knowledge and powers into his massive
sword, with which his hand had won a thousand wars.
Satisfied with his destruction, they cast the sword aside, where it lay, for
a time, until a greedy low caste demon happened across it. As soon as he laid
eyes upon it, he felt its call, as the demon within it sought out a Wielder
to become The Wielded.
As the eons rolled by, the blade passed from host to host, as it attempted
to escape the prison of the Demon dimension. At last it found the portal it
had been seeking for so long, and willed is Wielded to cast it through, to
land in an inaccessible cave, where it lay glumly for eons more.
On Earth, the crusades began. Knights roamed the world, questing for this
or that.
It was one such knight who passed the weathered shelf that closed off the
cave from the rest of the world. Feeling the urge of the blade, he hacked
through the rock with his sword and shield, allowing daylight to fall once
more upon the huge and ancient blade.
His fingers closing on the grip, his weakly human mind and body was blasted
away by the pent up force of the blades will.
The empty husk was altered; standing nearly eight feet tall, in bronze
and black armour, but utterly empty, a shell.
It is this form that now walks the dark alleys alongside VT.
The Wielded One in his 'evolved' state.
All images and text copyright Nathan Davis 2005
