The First Ones' Kingdom was owned by the earliest mortals who forged civilization within the Realm of Rage—A place built on anarchy.
For nearly five centuries, the kingdom flourished, rising to unprecedented heights amid fierce hardships.
Although, their growing monarchy would soon come to be challenged. Two rival powers had emerged: the Moon Drown Dynasty and the Hell Raisers.
The Hell Raisers weren't particularly fond of the First Ones'
They were the followers of the Ageless Brain—one of the Five Titans of Creation.
Condemned as a blasphemous god, the Ageless Brain was banished by the First Ones' own deity, the Balance.
This religious schism sparked relentless warfare—the Ageless Wars—that scarred the land with bloodshed for generations.
Millions perished in battles between Hell Raisers like Dictator Kash, Dictator Nion, and Captain Nukuna; and the First Ones' champions—Captain Korosa, Colonel Tellewin, and Jerry Windfield.
The Third Ageless War was by far the deadliest, claiming over seven hundred million lives before the Hell Raisers surrendered, toppled by Jerry Windfield—a sadistic genius and ferocious force.
Jerry's cunning plan was so brilliant it caught the eye of Nooni, the Moon Titan.
In the final confrontation, Jerry faced off against Dictator Kash and Dictator Nion—arguably the strongest warriors of their time. Yet, against all odds, he defeated them both simultaneously.
With aid from Nooni's divine gift—the Scarlet Horcriax—Jerry killed Kash and forced Nion to flee.
Victorious, Jerry was crowned First Ones' Champion, Chief of Honor, and the most coveted title of all—First Captain.
His triumph filled him with joy, yet a flicker of disappointment lingered.
He had hoped the First Ones would kneel before him, begging him to become a Dictator or even King.
Perhaps his ambitions outstripped realities. The citizens wouldn't dare challenge Prince Lisaz, son of the notorious King Stein Jr.
For a moment, Jerry set aside his lofty dreams and embraced his family—his beautiful wife Korosa and their young son Dwydin.
But darkness loomed. Nightmares haunted him—visions of the Hell Raisers resurrected as hellish beasts, dragging him and his loved ones into the inferno.
He vowed to stop it—no matter the cost…
LOCATION: REMNANTS OF THE MOON DROWN DYNASTY.
THE LUNAR ISLES.
Misty white clouds swirled above the fleet of ships docked along the isles, shrouding the coasts in a veil of fog.
Only the distant hills at the horizon caught the sunlight, where a shimmering gateway beckoned in silence. Delicate pink flowers covered the landscape, swaying as if guided by celestial hands.
Jerry gazed at the scene, a genuine smile touching his lips.
Jerry: "What a beautiful sight to behold. For the damned, of course… but still, it's pretty to look at."
His light-blue curls drifted in the calming breeze, clashing boldly against his light-red cloak trimmed in white bear fur.
Sunlight gleamed in his light-blue eyes, each pupil pierced with a brilliant white star.
Dark armor shone through the slits of his cloak, revealing glimpses of its magnificent design.
Standing beside the First Captain was a First Ones' Dictator—Klydien Kaiser.
Kaiser: "Do you really see them like that? The damned? I never took the Vikings for the sufferers."
Kaiser's white hair flowed freely in the wind, matching his dark-red robes lined with golden runes.
He scratched his chin, studying the colossal stone pillar looming before them. It stood like some gravestone.
Jerry: "I wasn't talking about the Horse Vikings, Kaiser. I meant the survivors. Whatever elves that managed to escape the fallen moon."
Kaiser raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jerry with hesitation.
Kaiser: "You've always known a lot about that incident, Captain. I find it strange—especially considering you were the one who reported the destruction of the dynasty."
Jerry: "Right."
Jerry's smile widened as he adjusted his round black glasses.
Kaiser: "That's it?"
Jerry: "Your theories are so entertaining sometimes."
Kaiser exhaled, exasperated by Jerry's frustrating responses.
Kaiser: "Here we go again. Answering my questions with answers that have absolutely nothing to do with what I asked."
Jerry grinned, clearly enjoying himself. Then he paused, eyes widening slightly.
Jerry: "Wait. I completely forgot to inform you why we were even here, didn't I? You must be beyond perplexed. My apologies. Though I do find a little amusement in that."
Kaiser: "Of course you do."
Jerry took a few steps forward, closing the distance between himself and the towering pillar. White dust flurried across the ancient structure, compelled by an unknown force.
Jerry: "No need to be offended, Kaiser. You were the only person I was willing to tell anyway."
Kaiser looked even more baffled. Why in the world were they even here?
Kaiser: "What? Why wouldn't you inform the others first? What exactly is going on here?"
Jerry's fragile fingers traced the grooves of the pillar, gliding along its stone surface.
His eyes narrowed slightly before he decided to speak again.
Jerry: "The Hell Raisers are a stubborn breed. Right now, they're foaming at the mouth, waiting for the perfect moment to strike us down."
They want their vengeance. It's why I disagreed with letting them establish peace with us after the third war."
He let out a soft sigh, studying the dust that had been collecting on his fingertips.
Jerry: "I won't let that happen. So I've decided to make a decision.
Prince Lisaz and The High Prosecutor would never agree with what I'm about to do, but that hardly matters. They don't have the resolve to stand up to me. I might as well be the King, considering how much they fear me."
Kaiser stepped forward, sweat sliding down his temple.
Kaiser: "What are you about to do…?"
Jerry: "This isn't just a pillar. It's a prison. A cell that holds the unspeakable. Devilish creatures. Radiant beasts. The Ageless Brain's pets."
He finally turned to face Kaiser.
Jerry: "I am going to release them, Kaiser. And I'll direct them to the Hell Raisers—wipe out what remains."
That's what it really was—The Pillar of Pandemonium.
After the Titans waged war against the Ageless Brain, the Balance had sealed its corrupted creations within this monument.
The seal was broken during the destruction of the Moon Drown Dynasty—but memory is fragile, and fear fades with time.
Memory of the pillar soon faded as well.
Jerry didn't forget. Of course he didn't.
Kaiser's heart sank to his stomach.
He couldn't believe the insanity, the utter nonsense that had just crawled its way out of the Captain's mouth.
Release the defiled ones onto the realm? Hadn't they had enough chaos after the war? The risks… they were far too great.
Kaiser: "Y-You're mad. You're truly mad."
Jerry: "Bold is the word."
Kaiser grabbed Jerry's arm, desperation tightening in his sweaty grip.
Kaiser: "Jerry, please! Think about what you're doing! When those forsaken beasts are done tearing the Hell Raisers apart, who do you think they'll come for next?!"
Jerry: "I'll handle it."
Kaiser: "For goodness' sake—you're not invincible! You are threatening the very Balance we First Ones serve!"
Jerry smirked and effortlessly pulled his arm free. He towered over Kaiser, every inch of his 6'8 frame radiating supreme superiority.
Jerry: "The Balance is nothing but a coward that throws tantrums whenever it doesn't get what it wants.
Open your eyes, Kaiser. Look at this realm. Our worship has brought us nothing. I'd rather die protecting my family than follow some pretentious fool."
Kaiser: "How could you? How dare you speak of our god that way!"
A rumble wallowed from the earth. The two men halted their feud at the sound of the quaking.
The Vikings.
They thundered across the flower-laden fields on horseback, blasting through the steamy mist as if fury itself carried them forward.
Their fluffy orange locks streamed behind them, braided wildly. Steel axes gleamed in their hands, bows arched under their tension.
They remembered.
They'd been around for centuries, so of course they of all people wouldn't forget about the pillar.
Jerry: "Wonderful. Look at what you've done, Kaiser. Now I must waste time dealing with these idiots." Jerry exhaled, annoyance flashing across his star-lit eyes.
He then unleashed it, his gift from the Huntress of the Moon—The Scarlet Horcriax.
The silver staff glinted in the sunlight, shining against the skies as light-blue electricity blazed along its metal spine
A beautiful, vibrant red garnet sat at the core of the staff. This segment was suspended at the top of this weightless weapon, pulsing with power.
The Vikings' pupils widened, watching in terror as Jerry raised his Horcriax with a smile.
Lunar fragments danced off its surface, flowing like drifting constellations. He then released it, letting the end of the thin cylinder hit the earth.
Tap.
A gigantic shockwave rocketed out, tearing through soil and flower alike!
The burst carried a cosmic trail of blue lightning, spearing straight through the charging Vikings and causing their crimson blood to shoot out like geysers!
The horses screamed, letting out wails of pain as they got hit with electric cleaves!
The leader—grizzled, orange-bearded, one ear missing—braced himself, barely deflecting the massive surge.
Jerry's light-red cloak billowed in the air as he bursted off the ground, shattering barrier of sound in seconds whilst spinning his Horcriax.
He was picking up energy.
Before the Clan's leader could even react, Jerry slammed the silver spike laid at the end of his Horcriax through the man's abdomen.
The man's blood spilled onto the cold steel of the weapon.
Jerry whistled softly before sawing upwards, tearing through the viking's insides from stomach to crown!
Flesh gushed out in a colorful display.
Those who were still capable of breathing were left with a fantastic show of carnage!
Jerry ripped his Horcriax out of the head, and the two halves of the leader fell to the floor with a sickening thud.
Jerry: "The rest of you aren't worth the trouble. Consider this mercy—a quicker death than the ones you currently suffer."
He snapped his fingers.
Dozens of chains formed from lunar shadow, glimmering faintly as they shot outward.
They coiled around the remaining Vikings' necks tightly, dealing the final blow with a powerful crack.
Silence reclaimed the hills.
Jerry attempted to wipe the dried flesh from his armor, but it had already hardened into dark stains across the polished metal.
Jerry: "Kaiser. Are you still planning to stand in my way?"
Kaiser clicked his tongue, still very much shaken.
Kaiser: "Tsk. There would be no point in doing so. You've clearly made up your mind…"
Jerry grinned, exposing his sharpened canines.
Jerry: "I knew you'd understand."