『Ancient Kingdom』
Altia, an ancient city which held vast warriors. These warriors were of the race of Gods known as "God-Eaters". A special race of Gods which had been at one time honed to slaughter and destroy those which held popularity. These Gods were different from the ones which created their own substance, for instance Gods such as Isaya, Demiurge, Nex and the others which came after them represent the species which the God-Eaters fought. Their bodies honed from past battles to resist the influence of the auras created. These battles would continue as each side would slaughter the next, on behalf of their own species.
After time however, the God-Eaters grew resistance greater. The auras no longer posed a pressure to them. They could walk freely, as only the strongest were alive to continue the line of warriors. Hundreds of thousands of years after when the war had come to an end, when leaders posed peace, the bloodshed ending, there was no way that either side would truly give up on their morals and let their guard down for the peace treaty to end. As universes came and went, training grew steady, technologies advanced and powers expanded. While the Eaters had a humane style, their strength and magics matched. Some had special affinities for the elements, others for deep magic and some even could access the ancient past as seers.
Generations would past as one King ruled. Rai Ashtika, a man who had a muscular physique. He continued his quest of Peace with those they deemed as the 'Aura Gods' as the ones before him, although the strength of their ancestors could be seen as less than him as the great war ended, smaller wars also pulled forward, with other species which resided in the heavens. These species allowed their strength to prosper and improve, as each King used the ancient blood magic to increase the power of their weapons, and these weapons were passed down from father to son. Of course, each weapon were always reforged using the steel as a raw material and core to their power. This would ensure each new King would be able to access the former's strength at one point in their life once they have achieved enough experience.
This ancient magic required the blood of the new owner and even used the life force of sacrifices, this could be animals or even enemies. Conquest after conquest using the strength of this ancient power would ensure their species reign supreme. This weapon however, could only exist as one. The oldest child would obtain this right as his birthright, if he died before having a child of his own, then the next in line would achieve this, however the blood magic added a special hint of prosperity of this. It would grant the power of latent potential to the departed that had not yet achieved greatness. This magic would increase the blade's power to what the magic estimated the power of the latter King which died to obtain, of course, this could be false in terms of limits as some were known to surpass what the magic could estimate and thus further improved the strength even further.
Rai grew. From the time of a young King where he hunted beasts and took over the throne after years of training, to one which claimed land in the name of his people and his Kingdom. Later on he married to a young woman, who was his everything, as they had but one child. Simba. The name was given due to the golden hair that he held as it resembled the mane of a lion. This child was their future. The future of the entire land which him and his forefathers created and fought for. It was the beginning of a new book in their series.
After time however, the God-Eaters grew resistance greater. The auras no longer posed a pressure to them. They could walk freely, as only the strongest were alive to continue the line of warriors. Hundreds of thousands of years after when the war had come to an end, when leaders posed peace, the bloodshed ending, there was no way that either side would truly give up on their morals and let their guard down for the peace treaty to end. As universes came and went, training grew steady, technologies advanced and powers expanded. While the Eaters had a humane style, their strength and magics matched. Some had special affinities for the elements, others for deep magic and some even could access the ancient past as seers.
Generations would past as one King ruled. Rai Ashtika, a man who had a muscular physique. He continued his quest of Peace with those they deemed as the 'Aura Gods' as the ones before him, although the strength of their ancestors could be seen as less than him as the great war ended, smaller wars also pulled forward, with other species which resided in the heavens. These species allowed their strength to prosper and improve, as each King used the ancient blood magic to increase the power of their weapons, and these weapons were passed down from father to son. Of course, each weapon were always reforged using the steel as a raw material and core to their power. This would ensure each new King would be able to access the former's strength at one point in their life once they have achieved enough experience.
This ancient magic required the blood of the new owner and even used the life force of sacrifices, this could be animals or even enemies. Conquest after conquest using the strength of this ancient power would ensure their species reign supreme. This weapon however, could only exist as one. The oldest child would obtain this right as his birthright, if he died before having a child of his own, then the next in line would achieve this, however the blood magic added a special hint of prosperity of this. It would grant the power of latent potential to the departed that had not yet achieved greatness. This magic would increase the blade's power to what the magic estimated the power of the latter King which died to obtain, of course, this could be false in terms of limits as some were known to surpass what the magic could estimate and thus further improved the strength even further.
Rai grew. From the time of a young King where he hunted beasts and took over the throne after years of training, to one which claimed land in the name of his people and his Kingdom. Later on he married to a young woman, who was his everything, as they had but one child. Simba. The name was given due to the golden hair that he held as it resembled the mane of a lion. This child was their future. The future of the entire land which him and his forefathers created and fought for. It was the beginning of a new book in their series.
『Ascension』
At a young age Simba was entered into the army, he was already destined to be a King, his training therefore as the worst compared to the rest. The prince himself had no time to relax in a sense, aside from his studies he drilled martial arts. Taekwon-do, Brazilian Jui Jitsu, Wing Chun, and other forms of Kung-Fu, he ensured his training was taken seriously and he knew his destiny. As he aged he raised in the ranks of each of his disciplines, sixteen years old marked the time he achieved mastery of his art as he then actively participated in tournaments where he obtained victory through all. For two years he dominated the fighting force in his army as his body grew stronger and now honed against others in battle, his muscle memory increased.
At the age of eighteen, Simba was put into the army, this was the age where fighters were drafted, and to be a King, one must learn to first follow. He was not given any special treatment throughout his time, he had to prove his skill within the army as he increased in stats. After he achieved his rank of commanding the sixth army he was able to achieve his own victory as he won a war against another King. The process took around eight years as it taught him the ways to be both humble and understand what the ways his subjects would be treated.
After a couple years of leading the armies as he increased his position, moving to the sub commander directly below his father under the first army, Simba was ready to be a king. His birthright given to him. However his father was still in his prime, the royal weapon not yet ready to be passed down. Simba looked as his father, they both awaited their armies. However, a hidden trump card Simba carried was with him. His father did not even know of this. It was the power of his supremacy. The power he had obtained by his birth that he told no one about. The strength of the 'Shadow Monarch'. During all of his hunts as a youth, Simba would 'capture' the shadow of the monsters he had defeated. He had an army ranging between seven to eight hundred of just monsters. Each time he summoned one, they would be stronger than their living counterpart because his power carried them to their highest potential. He also had within his shadows the former kings he slaughtered as a young prince in the army under his father and any of the elite members of their armies. Yes, Simba was building his own army, and today, he was finally going to test them.
The man, by himself looked at the enemy, their army facing him off, approximately one hundred yards in between of them and him. His father worried, what had kept their army back so long, but he looked at his son by himself on the fronts. Simba laughed like a madman facing his opponents as he extended his Glaive. Zyphr in his right hand, he extended it out pointing it directly right, at the right, this of course did not scare the opponents as they simply saw one man. Immediately from his shadow, Simba's army started to erupt. The elites from the former armies came first to the front-lines, their unique armors from their armies stood there, all pure black. Any major color was gone. They were pure shadows and their eyes alone held a color matching their rank. Behind them were the deceased kings. It was at this time, Simba's father recognized what was happening. He realized all who were below him serving his son. Around two hundred elite warriors lined up. But this was still dwarfed by the enemy army.
"STOP SIMBA!" Shouted the Rai. Simba simply waved his hand as he ignored his father. More shadows erupted forming monsters, this was now blocking the view between Rai and his son. And as soon as the rest of the beasts were summoned this was around one tenth of the enemy army.
"Attack" Simba muttered as he swallowed his spit. Of course the moment the monsters came out the enemy kingdom felt fear. They were confused, their plan to win this war was at an end. They had sent spies to destroy the bridge to bring Rai's army to them, and from this point, wanted to simply kill King Rai and his son with their sheer numbers.
As both armies clashed Simba walked back to his father smiling. Shocked as the enemy started falling, and each one from the Shadow legion which had been summoned were fatally wounded they would simply heal. This healing process used mana from Simba's body, but he was confident he had more than enough to win this war. Looking on, he raised his hand as he spoke, "Arise". These words were caught by his father, as he looked at his son again before watching the field, the thousands of dead soldiers started to erupt a black smoke like aura. A shadow if one were to be politically correct. Each shadow erupted from the body, stronger than the point they were on their death, and this time they turned on their allies. The Goblin King watched on as he could not even fathom what was going on. Simba kept looking as his army now measured around three thousand five hundred, and they were overwhelming the opponents. Hob-goblins, Goblin mages and priests, high commanders and more were slaughtered and added to his army. And the rest would soon follow suit. Cannon fodder was cannon fodder. Simba continued. It wasn't long, an hour or two passed as the enemy was all killed aside from the Goblin King.
"Arise". Simba said it once more as the rest of the goblin army became his own. He walked down to the other King, as he smiled pointing his Glaive at him. "Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"I do not." responded the king in pure fright.
"Simba Ashtika, The Shadow Monarch" Simba said before cutting the neck of the man, as blood sprayed. "Now follow me, and Rise up" As Simba said this, successfully grasping the new soldier in his legion, he recalled his old and new members into his shadow. He walked the ground, blood splattered on his armor from the last swipe he made, the only major effort he made in winning this war as his legion did most of the work. The bottom of his boots stained in goblin blood, the stench was disgusting, but what could be said. Mounting his horse he and his father rode back to see the cut bridge, and their army making a makeshift bridge to attempt to get across. Captured were four goblin rogues which were the ones who cut the bridge, of course, Simba smiled, his father had already seen his power, he cared not to hide it anymore, as he summoned a giant worm like creature, as this acted like a makeshift bridge, they crossed along the back of the creature before it went back to the shadow of its lord.
"What is this power, Simba?" Rai asked.
"As I said, I am the Shadow Monarch." He replied.
"You're a King? You're just a prince, MY prince, MY son!" Said Rai.
"Worry not father, our kingdom will never fall!" Simba replied. He grinned as he looked forward. "I don't wish to rule our people as of yet, I want to travel and explore gain experience and more minions."
"Where did you get this power?" Rai looked at his son confused.
"That's a secret, but I went through hell to and back to gain this strength, so there is nothing that's going to stop me from using it for our people." Simba said this before walking off.
A few decades had passed since this first battle where Simba showed his power, he was continuously gaining more and more minions as he won. Soon no army dared to face him as he would grow with each war. Their own troops would fall and join his army, friends becoming foe against him as he didn't even flinch. sometimes he didn't even need to move against some. The warmonger blood within his veins didn't slumber, until the entire realm bowed below the God Eaters. Only one race was able to stand against him as they were the natural enemy of each other, these beings had no way to be 'summoned' in death, however both races became peaceful after their ancient war. Both realms were no longer hostile to each other thus in their own conquests, Simba didn't have any issues.
At the age of eighteen, Simba was put into the army, this was the age where fighters were drafted, and to be a King, one must learn to first follow. He was not given any special treatment throughout his time, he had to prove his skill within the army as he increased in stats. After he achieved his rank of commanding the sixth army he was able to achieve his own victory as he won a war against another King. The process took around eight years as it taught him the ways to be both humble and understand what the ways his subjects would be treated.
After a couple years of leading the armies as he increased his position, moving to the sub commander directly below his father under the first army, Simba was ready to be a king. His birthright given to him. However his father was still in his prime, the royal weapon not yet ready to be passed down. Simba looked as his father, they both awaited their armies. However, a hidden trump card Simba carried was with him. His father did not even know of this. It was the power of his supremacy. The power he had obtained by his birth that he told no one about. The strength of the 'Shadow Monarch'. During all of his hunts as a youth, Simba would 'capture' the shadow of the monsters he had defeated. He had an army ranging between seven to eight hundred of just monsters. Each time he summoned one, they would be stronger than their living counterpart because his power carried them to their highest potential. He also had within his shadows the former kings he slaughtered as a young prince in the army under his father and any of the elite members of their armies. Yes, Simba was building his own army, and today, he was finally going to test them.
The man, by himself looked at the enemy, their army facing him off, approximately one hundred yards in between of them and him. His father worried, what had kept their army back so long, but he looked at his son by himself on the fronts. Simba laughed like a madman facing his opponents as he extended his Glaive. Zyphr in his right hand, he extended it out pointing it directly right, at the right, this of course did not scare the opponents as they simply saw one man. Immediately from his shadow, Simba's army started to erupt. The elites from the former armies came first to the front-lines, their unique armors from their armies stood there, all pure black. Any major color was gone. They were pure shadows and their eyes alone held a color matching their rank. Behind them were the deceased kings. It was at this time, Simba's father recognized what was happening. He realized all who were below him serving his son. Around two hundred elite warriors lined up. But this was still dwarfed by the enemy army.
"STOP SIMBA!" Shouted the Rai. Simba simply waved his hand as he ignored his father. More shadows erupted forming monsters, this was now blocking the view between Rai and his son. And as soon as the rest of the beasts were summoned this was around one tenth of the enemy army.
"Attack" Simba muttered as he swallowed his spit. Of course the moment the monsters came out the enemy kingdom felt fear. They were confused, their plan to win this war was at an end. They had sent spies to destroy the bridge to bring Rai's army to them, and from this point, wanted to simply kill King Rai and his son with their sheer numbers.
As both armies clashed Simba walked back to his father smiling. Shocked as the enemy started falling, and each one from the Shadow legion which had been summoned were fatally wounded they would simply heal. This healing process used mana from Simba's body, but he was confident he had more than enough to win this war. Looking on, he raised his hand as he spoke, "Arise". These words were caught by his father, as he looked at his son again before watching the field, the thousands of dead soldiers started to erupt a black smoke like aura. A shadow if one were to be politically correct. Each shadow erupted from the body, stronger than the point they were on their death, and this time they turned on their allies. The Goblin King watched on as he could not even fathom what was going on. Simba kept looking as his army now measured around three thousand five hundred, and they were overwhelming the opponents. Hob-goblins, Goblin mages and priests, high commanders and more were slaughtered and added to his army. And the rest would soon follow suit. Cannon fodder was cannon fodder. Simba continued. It wasn't long, an hour or two passed as the enemy was all killed aside from the Goblin King.
"Arise". Simba said it once more as the rest of the goblin army became his own. He walked down to the other King, as he smiled pointing his Glaive at him. "Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"I do not." responded the king in pure fright.
"Simba Ashtika, The Shadow Monarch" Simba said before cutting the neck of the man, as blood sprayed. "Now follow me, and Rise up" As Simba said this, successfully grasping the new soldier in his legion, he recalled his old and new members into his shadow. He walked the ground, blood splattered on his armor from the last swipe he made, the only major effort he made in winning this war as his legion did most of the work. The bottom of his boots stained in goblin blood, the stench was disgusting, but what could be said. Mounting his horse he and his father rode back to see the cut bridge, and their army making a makeshift bridge to attempt to get across. Captured were four goblin rogues which were the ones who cut the bridge, of course, Simba smiled, his father had already seen his power, he cared not to hide it anymore, as he summoned a giant worm like creature, as this acted like a makeshift bridge, they crossed along the back of the creature before it went back to the shadow of its lord.
"What is this power, Simba?" Rai asked.
"As I said, I am the Shadow Monarch." He replied.
"You're a King? You're just a prince, MY prince, MY son!" Said Rai.
"Worry not father, our kingdom will never fall!" Simba replied. He grinned as he looked forward. "I don't wish to rule our people as of yet, I want to travel and explore gain experience and more minions."
"Where did you get this power?" Rai looked at his son confused.
"That's a secret, but I went through hell to and back to gain this strength, so there is nothing that's going to stop me from using it for our people." Simba said this before walking off.
A few decades had passed since this first battle where Simba showed his power, he was continuously gaining more and more minions as he won. Soon no army dared to face him as he would grow with each war. Their own troops would fall and join his army, friends becoming foe against him as he didn't even flinch. sometimes he didn't even need to move against some. The warmonger blood within his veins didn't slumber, until the entire realm bowed below the God Eaters. Only one race was able to stand against him as they were the natural enemy of each other, these beings had no way to be 'summoned' in death, however both races became peaceful after their ancient war. Both realms were no longer hostile to each other thus in their own conquests, Simba didn't have any issues.
『Reign』
『The Journey』