A Lawless World

[Endless Devoid]

The story of Makyu Eramiss is as old as a legend.

The boy who was born of the power of dragon and knight, a power coupled so fiercely that it had consumed a planet. Of the prodigy under Sora, the keybearer's, tutelage, who with his newly bonded friends bested once of the fiercest evils of their generation and repelled a stunningly extraordinary slaughter. The young man that left behind the world and the love he cherished to give chase to his darkness across the universe, and in turn, discovered the complexities of all forms of existence. He was exposed to the Omniverse, a vast expanse of unimaginable life and energy. Through all his experiences, he was changing, with or without his knowledge, he was no longer the impetuous young man who had left his keyblading school so many years before.

Centuries passed as he was flung into his own exile, searching for answers to dig up the truth of his own mortality, and the meaning all that he had come to find which was much more real than the mere fairy tale myth he had once lived his life by.
Good did not always triump over evil.

His sudden appearances across the Omniverse in key areas, and his introductions as such to key figures in the Omniverse left links, but only shredded ribbons, to his long and twisted life, the truth of his existence rife with chaos, regret, and a failing sense of belonging to a world that he had grown to despair, even despise. They were all useless dredge, and it was only through his own cleansing that he might escape.

Returning to his original birthplace, he held a tournament, attracting a wide variety of combatants. The planet that was desolate and barren, all because he had simply come into existence, was their battleground, and in the end, Makyu sacrificed his own life to restore the power he had taken from the planet, and aid Novod into the flourishing new dynasty.

The face of the Omniverse had begun to change forever, and Makyu knew where he would be needed most, it was not in the physical world.

So down he went, fading in the black abyss, to float forever among the spirits of the Farplane.As many know it, Makyu would suffer no such fate.

It is unknown the exact date of his extraction, or the explicit terms and conditions upon which he attained his near-immortal status, but the ensuing years would become the most crippling and impacting of the man's incredibly long and untamable existence.

All that is known is that Makyu appeared as a scar on the hide of the Omniverse, a bane to the Gods, and a powerfully influential figure in both the worlds of the dead and the living, heralding tributes, triumphs, and entire religions erected in his name and identity. But none knew the truth he carried in his eyes, those eyes that were as cold as ice but hotter than the blackest fires of the
Hell he had emerged from.

Once again, Makyu was cast into self-induced exile, but this time, what sparse, few appearances he made, were marked by tremendous leaps in his powers. Quite literally no one knew where he could be found, even the Gods often found themselves pondering his next move, when The Lord of Dark Light's suspected coup would come, and why in the name of the heavens was he harvesting souls like crops.

Nearly a millenia later, he had re-appeared on the open radar of the Omniverse, revealing himself in live broadcast to every being with the capability to manifest themselves so much as onto their own feet. He had begun to carry out the last decree of his will, the eradication of death's hand, and Makyu's own coup de grâce on Hell itself.





But this is where our story ends. Makyu overturned the hand of Death, destroying the figure of death as it is known to innumerable civilizations; Satan, devil, Beezelbub, The Reaper; and set upon the throne of Hell, to rule for eternity as the God of Death.





However, as we come upon history as it has happened thus far, there are left so many questions unanswered. The mysteries of a life that had spent so much time in the limelight, without ever being present to enjoy it, are paramount. In order to understand the man, one must understand the life of the man, and there is no darker life than that of our God of Death, Lords of Dark Light, the bearer of both darkness and light, and the young boy would change the lives of all he touched forever.




You will live through his story, but only if you can survive the trials.
However, you will be warned. Things in this world can often be shocking, sometimes terrifying to the point that thoughts of suicide will be comforting. Any warrior without the stomach is advised to turn his eye away.

The secrets here may shock you.


[This will open and release when the dates, plans, and plots are all lined up. But for now, enjoy an interesting read and the intrigue that will ensue. All will be explained in due time]