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As the lord looked over all that stood before him, he pondered his thoughts. This man, the blood red eyes of his people, which struck fear in others, matched his dark armor. He was an envoy of his god, lolth, and his people, the drow. “Is it worth it?” he thought.He had lived his life, raised as a tool of destruction, shedding the blood and enslaving those who opposed his god. He never once questioned anything he was told, all he did was do it. This man now sits on his throne, asking all the questions he never did. He wondered why he decided to do it, and for that, he went to the beginning.
A small boy laid on the ground, beaten and bruised, barely able to breath. This boy, he had no clue why he was here, all that he remembered was being handed a sword and being attacked by an older looking man. “Get up, our goddess watches, prove that you are not weak” the man said. The boy stood, even though he was in extreme pain, he stood, with eyes like an injured beast, he charged, and got knocked down again. He kept getting back up, charging, and getting knocked down. In that moment, he felt one emotion, this emotion would keep him chained down for most of his life, it was hatred, he wanted to kill this man, the man who made him fight, the one who knocked him down.
As he stood again, he heard a voice do you hate that man?“ said a silky, almost scary feminine voice. He said nothing, but the voice spoke again, “if you hate this man so much, you should kill him”. The boy had realized that, if he wanted his freedom, he would have to kill him. The boy heard a voice inside him, it said “do you want power”, and although he couldn’t speak, the voice understood. Suddenly, the boy felt a wave of power flow through him. He stood, and he let his hate flow. He felt his blade, and he charged, but this time was different. He swung his blade before the man could react, the blade cut through the man's chest, killing him with little effort and somehow slicing the wall in front of him. The man somehow rose again, fully intact as though he was never killed. The man then disappeared, and in his place stood a woman. This woman then looked at the boy and said “well done my child, I shall now name you diranict lorent”. “Diranict, my name is diranict” the boy thought, and was taken out and fed for the first time.
“Well done diranict” said a man in a mask. Diranict was now fourteen, and now a true warrior. He was a handsome drow, with beautiful white hair and a solid build, and had ruby red eyes not even the most hardened warrior could stand to, as he had an almost oppressive presence that would make even the proudest of dragons bow their head. “It was all thanks to you master aldris” diranict said. Although diranict could beat all the soldiers in the vespire army, he could never beat his master. Aldris, as a thin man who wore a purple mask. He was normally seen in his armor, but this time he wore an elegant robe with the emblem of a spider. Aldris began to speak, his tone almost commanding respect, “my student, it is time for your final test, meet me within the valley by sundown”. “Yes master, I will be there” diranict said, and as he left, he heard his master say something, although he didn’t know what he said, he could tell it was a prayer. As he heard that prayer, he prayed as well, for his master and all he taught him. What he didn’t know was that he would never see his master again
The sun began to set on the valley, and a very faint light began to shine. An arena was assembled, and on it were aldris and diranict, facing off. Diranict noticed that aldris was wearing his armor, his armar was charcoal black, but you could feel the power from him. Aldris spoke as a father spoke to his son and said, “diranict, it is time to earn your right as a warrior, now fight, and don’t hold back”. Diranict knew this day was to come, but he still didn’t want to do it, but just as he steeled himself, his master took off his mask. Diranict knew this man from years ago, and his hatred began to rise again. This man, from years ago, was the one who had beaten diranict, over and over again without fail. This man had returned, and diranict charged like he did as a boy, but this time, he would not fall. Swords clashed, blows landed, and diranict was losing. As diranict grew tired, he was knocked down, and he fell, hitting the ground like a stone. As he fell, he went unconscious, and woke up, not in the arena, but in a void. The voice from years ago spoke up, asking once more, “do you desire power diranict lorent?”. Diranict at first was confused, but the voice spoke again, “do you desire power boy, the power to crush all who oppose you, and to gain revenge?”. At this point, diranict began to remember all that happened, he remembered getting knocked down and beaten, and he screamed “give me the power to destroy it all!”. The voice said “i will grant your wish boy, now go”, and diranict was back in the arena, and felt strength for the final time. He stood, facing his teacher, and charged, slashing his teacher, breaking his armor, killing him. Aldris spoke, saying these final words “goodbye my son, i hope we meet again”, and at this moment, the dark lord received his blessing, and would change the world to fit his image.