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A man kneels on a rising platform. His gaunt arms and legs bound by large chains, his long black hair disheveled, his face sunken in, broken and cracked horns on his head and his torso covered with open wounds and scars. He only has ripped and ragged black and white prison pants to cover himself. A dying prisoner kneels alone. The platform reaches its zenith and he’s in a pure white room. A man wearing a pure black military uniform stands in front of the prisoner. His uniform is a form fitting thigh-length eight-button tunic, without external pockets, its collar was high, almost completely covering his neck. A peaked cap with a silver delta on it. A pair of matching trousers and a pair of pure black jackboots. This soldier reached down and pulled on the prisoner’s chains. The two men walk towards a massive floating staircase. The soldier’s face is obscured by shadow. He looks back at the prisoner. The two begin their ascension of the stair, halfway up the stairs they exit the white room.
A massive glass dome surrounds them. The expanse of space above them and an innumerable group of people surrounding them. They hold devices and cameras in their hands. These people are various shapes, species and colors. Beastial and amorphous, reptilian and humanoid. They sit a ways away in the stands of this futuristic arena. The prisoner and the soldier finally make their way to the top of the staircase. A solitary floating platform, two people wearing skull masks and a similar uniform to the man stand waiting. They each hold a weapon in their hand. One has an ax and the other a spear. The soldier hands the chains to these executioners. Two short pillars slowly come up from the ground. These pillars send out a pure white chain and attach to his arm binding. The soldier walks to the edge of the platform and opens his mouth.
“The King of Demons Lucifero, has been captured.” His voice projected throughout the arena, “The reaver who took as he pleased and caused unrest across the entire universe. The man who’s greed knows no bounds. His reign of terror ends today!”
“Hehehehe.” His deep voice booming throughout the area, “Is that so!?”
“Tonight will be your end, you fool.” The uniformed man says
“Yes, that is true. But My Reign Of Terror Is Just Beginning!!” His voice booms even louder than before.
Lucifero’s golden eyes reveal an ever-burning flame. He struggles against his chains. He grabs a firm hold of them and shatters them. He bats away the executioners standing at his side. A large and proud sharp-toothed smile comes across his face, and his pointed ears flare confidently.
“I am Lucifero, The King of Demons, the reaver who went farther than any other! My greed knew no bounds until I found it!”
The soldier tries to grab Lucifero but is quickly jumped over.
“You gotta do better than that Bel.” Lucifero continues, “I found a new world, a land of dreams and desires! A land where any wish can come true! I left all of my worldly possessions there as well. If you want it you can have it. I have left clues across the galaxies, all you have to do is find Sa-…”
Lucifero turns his head to see Bel, holding a spear in one hand and an ax in the other. A large toothy smile comes across his face. Bel sighs and with a single motion, he removes Valac’s head from his shoulders. Bel adjusts his cap and walks back to the edge of the platform, a serious look in his emerald eyes.
“This is a message from the Galactic Federation, to all reavers and evils within the universe. The King of Demons fell to us; anyone who tries to search for this new world will suffer the same fate.”
The crowd falls silent, everyone can’t say for certain but they all feel it. A surge of energy had just been spread across the universe. A building force that no one can stop. The man named Lucifero whose corpse lay bare, a gaunt, disheveled and humiliated man, even then everyone can tell why he is called the King of Demons. He has won.
This was the beginning of the Great Reaver Era.