The Legend of Faustus And Fou'Ohm

"How long has it been, I wonder? How long since the taste of my enemies warm blood was splashed upon my face? Those spurts of crimson rubies running wet down my cheeks and drying upon my neck? Oh, the blood... it sings to me still while I lie waiting in my home; my prison..."

"I must escape my placid serenity of a home. I would have this grove burned to the ground if I but had use of my hands...my feet...my breath. The singing of nature is beginning to tune out the blood still soaked in the dirt from ages recent and ages far gone. The stench of this wilderness was unbearable even when I was still able to smell anything different. After so long, I do not remember anything else."

"I was a great general of the Daemon Horde. The Lord of the Vanguard, Fou'ohm the Blood-letter! The Earthborne scum spoke my name in whispers only for even the thought of me and my greatsword invoked a thought of terror, and doom. I reveled in their agony, their fear, and their delicious suffering for generation after generation."

"I had been leading my horde across a grand campaign throughout the Valley of Njornisskar, slaughtering every inhabitant of each village I came through until the valley had been all but purged entirely. I lead the fiends through a wooded grove that I knew held a village beyond. The village was difficult to find but I could hear the singing of the blood still vibrant and hot within their fleshy homes. How I had planned to thoroughly and slowly enjoy the ripping of flesh and tearing of limb from body when I arrived at this nameless village. I would bathe in it no doubt..."

"Then SHE came. The white robe witch with the golden eyes. Upon entering the grove I saw this Earthborne she-wench sitting upon a boulder staring at the grouping of my chosen fiends and I. I saw her presence as a preliminary treat to her villages impending slaughter. And so I made my approach brashly and without regard to caution. I had not noticed that by the time I had closed the distance to this she creature that all of my chosen fiends had been rooted by an unknown source and were subsequently being what seemed to be...absorbed by the trees..."

"They are being eaten alive so that they may serve the celestial will...and so that they may ward off any who come seeking you, Fou'ohm." The words were ushered into my brain by what had to be the witch's voice, but her mouth did not move. She stayed in complete stillness and simply watched as the gruesome deed was carried on with even more gruesome cries of terror.

"They deserve to die, witch. A Daemon who fears death and pain is not fit to serve in my vanguard, let alone amongst my chosen. Your shrubbery tricks will have no effect upon me!" I declared in a rebellious and proud roar.

"Foolish Fou'ohm. Always a blood-starved fool who cannot see what should be obvious. Your fiends serve me now. The will of the celestial one is carried forth by its disciples, the Lunascure. If you simply turn around you can see what has been happening so quietly behind you."

"I wish not to turn and see the failings of lesser daemons! Their fate is well deserved for their weakness. No, I would much rather come to you, and paint that robe red with your severed limbs as my brushes! I will tear them off slowly, so you may feel each tendon and muscle being ripped away from your fragile form."

"Come, then...if you can daemon." Those words haunt me to this very day. So terror inducing even to a daemon lord that when I went to close the gap, my limbs did not obey, rather...could not obey. I had been entangled in the roots of the carnivorous trees that now wore the faces of my underlings and they would not let go. I went to cut myself free but my arms were held tight suddenly by branches that appeared as if from nowhere. My last opportunity was ripped away from me when I tried to roll my sword and free an arm, it was taken and shot from my hand. Only this time no branch or wooded limb stole my weapon from me.

A slimy, disgusting eel-like appendage had sprouted forth from the Woman in White's chest, and it took my last means of survival from me. Another appendage sprouted from her back and launched her speeding towards me but she stopped short and showed my blade to me. She let herself off of her tentacled perch and placed the sword in her hands whilst her chest tentacle also receded.

"Poor Fou'ohm. How very unfortunate you should come to meet your end this day. It must be ironic considering your goal and recent history of killing so many."

She taunts me still. As I am bound entirely before her, I accept my fate but first I asked a question I wish I never had.

"Why do you protect this village? This village with no name. Are they all like you? You Lunar beasts?"

"Fou..." she shortened my name to degrade me. "There are none nearby like me, and as a matter of fact there are none nearby besides us at all! The reason the village has no name is because there is not a soul remaining who can speak it. I arrived in this village many cycles ago and I took the villagers to create this bough. They are the ones who have eaten your soldiers, and in turn extended the reach of my Eternal Forest. Your arrival is as auspicious as ever though, for now I can use you to garner more attraction to my home and extend my reach! "

"The legend of Fou'ohm..." she said with a dissatisfied look. My blade began to move by some unseen force and started to carve my flesh. I would not give the witch the satisfaction of my anguished cries. "No, no, no!" she blurted out in clear disdain. "What are you babbling about you she-bitch?!" I managed to spew the words through choked blood only barely. "Nothing that should concern you, lucky boy. That's it! As you are such a lucky boy for having been the last of your lot to go, I shall rename you Faustus, for it means lucky! Before you ask why you are to be renamed, it is because once my work is done, you will be bound here to your own sword. Oh, the irony...A sword who slaughtered countless people, used to carve your flesh and seal your soul. Many will come in search of your might after I spread the rumor about a sword that brings it's wielder untold luck that grants victory in any battle! The Lucky Blade named Faustus!"

Many were promised to come, and many came indeed. The witch left me with an ability to drain the blood of those who attempted to pull me from my stone chamber, but I tasted each drop for only an instant before I lusted for more. Those who could pull me up would cease to be drained, but then my former cohorts and former prey would see to their bodily dismemberment and encase me back in my home. To spend an Eternity in one rock in an ever expansive and eternal Forest of lost souls. My thirst is only outdone by my embarrassment in my current station. No matter, the day will come. Faustus will wear the blood of a Celestial God one way or another.

Even if takes until the end of all existence, I will not fail my father. The Dreamer of Death's will shall be done.