I looked around at the world devoid of life, a place once full of life and joy, now a barren wasteland. The sun never shown, blotted out by clouds of dust and


    chemicals. The ground a blackened pit full of poisons that even immortals could no longer survive, for miles and miles stretching as far as the eye can see. 100 mile


    winds howled constantly, never abating. The water had turned to a poisonous ooze, almost a blackish sludge at this point, killing all around. I was the cause of this


    travesty. I thought back upon the decisions I had made that brought me here, to this awful place. I couldn''t even kill myself anymore, I had worked so hard to reach a


    point others could only long for, but now my goal, my dream, my entire point for living, came back to haunt me in a way I could never have expected. All my loved ones


    were dead, killed by my own hand, even my 21 generals, supposedly completely invincible while I lived, had died; unable to even fight back against me in the state I


    had been in. I''d thought for so long that my final forms would make me unkillable to those that sought my demise, and I was right. But, the ones who had hunted me for


    so long, were, in the end, right. I felt a tear of blood roll down my cheek as I thought of all I had lost, of the loved ones I had killed. Worst of all it was because


    This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.of the betrayal of one, one person I never expected, the last person I ever expected, that caused me to become what I am now. Thinking of that person I felt a rage and


    bloodlust so powerful well up inside of me, unquenchable, and hate, a hate so great that all I wanted to do was kill, kill and kill until everything was dead. I wanted


    redemption, I wanted my family back, I wanted my life to end, but in the end I had nothing and no one. But one, only one, person I had loved so very much remained, she


    may hate me now with an indescribable passion now, but someone, ANYONE, needed to know of my pain, my struggle, why my life had become this hell that it was. I looked


    down at my newly written memoirs, hoping at the very least she would read it, and maybe, just maybe, she would find it within herself to forgive me, even if I


    couldn''t, even if I didn''t deserve it. I felt the beast within me raise its gruesome head again, and with my eyes turning black and hatred exponentially greater than


    before welling up within my heart I raised my head and screamed a scream releasing an eternity of pain and hate and self-loathing within it right before the beast took


    over once again and I was no longer me.


    Here lies the memoirs of Lord Azerick, The harbinger of death, God of the three energies, Lord of the 21 great magics, and the great betrayer.