《memoirs of the great betrayer》


 Prologue 1

    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.

 prologue 2

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    Part 1: The beginning years


    "The babie''s coming now!" The women screamed at her husband, a look of pain clearly written upon her face. He got a look of terror on his face before he steeled


    himself and called out, "Maids! Maids! My wife''s water has broken, get in here now!" The maids rushed into the room, the head maid, Gwendolyn, pushed the maids and the


    husband out of the way, yelling, "Get me some towels, loretta, now! And you stop being useless and get me some water, run, women, run!" 20 minutes later after some


    serious pushing and pain, the baby was born, but the parents looked down on their newly born baby with terror. He was born with open eyes, eyes of all black without


    even a pupil, eyes that shown with an iridescent light and chaotic little streaks of purple and orderly streaks of gold flashed throughout them. His hair was


    interlocking locks of dark blue, bright red, neon green, translucent white, neon yellow, grey, and brown. Cute tiny wings on his back that would probably allow him to


    fly one day shown on his black, one of pure ebony, the other a bright white. little claws that retracted back and forth but the claws didn''t appear to be a solid,


    instead they appeared to be of a wispy material. If you had any kind of spectral sight you could see a third eye on his forehead, an eye of power. Along with that was


    a shimmery veil of orangish yellow and dark purple. In the darkness his skull seemed to look like a skull with eyes and when the lights were on he was inhumanly


    beautiful and appeared to personify health and life, the fingers on his left hand were the only blight to his appearance, being darkened, appearing almost... decayed


    Shaking out of there shock the father attempted to take the baby from the mother but the baby got angry and his anger was terrible to behold his eyes changed to a


    burning evil green that shook all who beheld them to the core and hate rolled off from him in waves, until the dad set him back in his mothers arms and his eyes turned


    to a radiant white-blue and the feeling of hate changed to one of pure love. Tatoos covered his body; all of different creatures, the more powerful the creature the


    If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.more of his body it took up with the weak ones taking almost no space, and their was trillions of them. They seemed to be placed on the body in a way surrounding


    two words, Creation and Destruction, the most powerful negative alignment creatures surrounded Destruction and the most powerful positive alignment creatures


    surrounded Creation. The dad looked down in pure horror, "Honey, this... thing must be taken to see the seers right away." The father took the baby from the mother and


    swiftly ran to the head seer, or at least he tried to the baby grew angry again and the castle started to rumble, the green flames started spreading down his body


    before... A swift blast of energy from the seer knocked him unconscious, the women said in a steely voice, "Bring him to me, Now! I am having a prophecy." The father


    struck with terror brought the baby over to the seer at a run. She looked down at him for a moment before her eyes turned to an orange-yellow, the same color as the


    veil around the boy actually, before intoning in a voice not her own, "This boy has been touched, touched by the hands of an entity beyond comprehension, the blood and


    essence of all forced within, the 21 great magics have marked him as their own. This boy has the potential to be greater than all, above us all, an affinity towards


    all and 100% open mana, qui, and psy are within him. He shall stand at the top of the world and laugh, but his journey shall be fraught with peril. For he will be


    there as the darkness rearises behind the mask of a new master, as death takes the multiverse and the eternal entropy rewinds, the gods shall arise once again from


    their prison, and the very worlds will cry out in agony as the jewel that commands us all is taken, the dead will arise as the living fall to death, chaos and his


    minions will come back from the depths of tartarus, and this boy will die and be reborn but at great cost. And a betrayal so great as to shake his very soul shall cut


    him down in his time of need. He will ascend. If his ascendency is written in love he shall be the greatest force of good, but should he ascend in hate and fear, death


    will be the last thing all others can hope for."