Created:
2006-07-23 04:14:14
Keywords:
Shadow Guard Demon
History of the Shadow Guard
The sound of Demons, men and creatures of the dark dying was hard to bear on the mind, however in a war one tended to mask these sounds as one were to survive. A shout swept through the armies as a band of warriors appeared on the sidelines, their obsidian blades held ready. With one purpose in mind the Shadow Guard swept through the opposing army, killing them with quick and merciful efficiency. In moments it was all over, with the dying being put out of their misery and captives taken hostage, the Shadow Guard disappeared as quickly as they had materialized. As they should; for you see, the Shadow Guard are an elite fighting group that are formidable warriors and extremely hard to kill. It is though they are immortal, for they do not age and they live only to die, waiting however long that might take and they serve the Demon King himself.
The beggar was very frail looking as he sat on a box surrounded by a few wide eyed children.
But as all things do, the Demon King’s reign did fail, as did his line of warriors. They were scattered abroad, cursed to see the end of the world as they were without purpose. Unlike most races of warriors the Shadow Guard were a smart and gentle species. They valued the small and beautiful things of the world and soon melded into society as humans, more often keeping one or two attributes they originally had hidden and unknown.
They are among us now, though we know not who they are and they know not each other, but occasionally, they reveal themselves as heroes and villains, to whatever purpose they willed it to be. It is a shame there are so little left, because, they are a species that could conquer anything and anyone...
Frightened parents suddenly grabbed their children from the dark skinned beggar, disappearing into the crowds to call the guards. Smiling cheerfully, the wanderer stood and dusted himself off with glowing black eyes as the rags that covered his body slowly turned to expensive looking clothing and the dirt and grime disappeared to reveal a man of wealth. Still smiling, the man walked out of the alley just as several guards came rushing in, the ground behind the young man covered in small marks from sharp demon-like claws.
© Darien Shalamar 2006
