Thousands of fiery black creatures stood facing rows and rows of ordered, steel-clad humans. Horned beasts growled, revealing poisonous fangs. A myriad of differently coloured humanoids, each one looking scarier than the other, completed the side of chaos, the side of the Underworld.<br/><br/>Opposing them were the humans. Thousands upon thousands of the most courageous men of the British Isle, the playground of the struggle between Good and Evil, Light and Dark for this Era. They had been gathered by one man and his closest advisor. Arturios and Myrddin, later known as King Arthur and Myrddin, a powerful human and an even more powerful Sorcerer. Myrddin, son of a warlock and a half-demon, half-witch was supposed to be a new agent of the Dark, a powerful fighter for the Source of all Evil. Instead, his human side overwhelmed his quarter-demon side, empowered by his powerful magic.<br/><br/>In a time where magic, witchcraft and demons were less secret than many centuries later, this Myrddin had looked for and found the chosen innocent, a King, a protector of all other innocents, that was willing to break the reign of Darkness that had covered the once flourishing and light Roman Empire with the Dark Ages of Europe. And this was to be the final battle, after years of war.<br/><br/>Human had donned their armours, saddled their horses, polished their sharp, lethal weapons, blessed with the power of Myrddin himself, and the few remaining White Lighters in the world. Witches were rare, hunted down for centuries by the reign of Evil, some even forced into the service of the Source.<br/><br/>Courage faced the demon horde. Light faced the Dark. And with a final roar, the two forces charged at each other.<br/><br/>Gold and silver coloured armour and a helmet showing of bright red feathers, set aglow by the presence of a purely magical sword, Excalibur, led the charge of Good, a cloaked, powerful sorcerer by his side, as a wedge of knights, those of the Round Table and their many vassals, raced towards their fate.<br/><br/>Opposing them, the Source himself, guised as the feared Black Warlock Mordred, led his hordes into the foray. They met and a massacre was started. Humans died in agony, falling to the earth, ripped to pieces, drenching the grassy plains in scarlet blood, while screeching monsters burst into larger flames, similar to those they used as weapons…<br/><br/>The battle was fought evenly, but the mighty Sorcerer and the powerful King carved a path through their enemies, until Merlin and Arthur were facing Mordred and his Lieutenants. Vasahir, Sha’Kos and Mauhod…<br/><br/>Bravery and honor stood in the face of pure malice. Evil outnumbered Good… Victory for the Dark seemed certain. But in moments, swords clashed, magic was unleashed and… Mordred fell, the blade constructed by Merlin’s most powerful spell, Excalibur, vanquishing the Source of Evil, yet the strongest demon managed to mortally wound Arthur before the fires of hell claimed him.<br/><br/>Myrddin was facing the three Lieutenants, holding his own, was now distracted, allowing Sha’Kos and Vasahir to break through his defences, leaping towards the falling Arthur, to desecrate and finish of the one who had slain their master, even as the lower demons started fleeing, the tide turning against them, as they felt the demise of their master, while the Knights regained hope. Arthur was not dead yet, as he forced himself to stand, and caught his enemies attacking on his sword and shield. Myrddin was locked into battle with Mauhod, while Vasahir and Sha’kos circled the wounded King. But as the fight turned into a stalemate, and the demons fleeing, Mauhod shimmered away as well, as cowardly as all those residing in the underworld. Only Sha’kos and Vasahir were left… Vasahir managed to wound Arthur even more, injuring him beyond any healing, even that of the White Lighter’s capabilities. With the King falling for the final time, and Vasahir shimmering away to escape a furious Merlin, Sha’kos made a dash for the powerful weapon wielded by the dying King… but the mere touch of it burned his hand on the inside, scarring it… forever. With a screech, he dropped the now dissolving blade, fading as its wielder faded, and shimmered away as well, just before a lightning bolt launched by Merlin could fry him…<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>With a roar, Sha’kos woke up, grabbing his painful hand. Even after the power he ha acquired after that battle, the scar still hurt and was still visible in the palm of his left hand. Only when in human disguise, the scar was virtually unnoticeable.<br/><br/>He remembered the time that this ream had happened for real vividly. Over 1500 years ago, The balance between Good and Evil had been repaired, after Evil got the upper hand for over a century, with the Roman Empire falling under its violence. The White Lighters that had survived that battle were now the Council of Elders, while Merlin had seen to it that Witches had been born again and raised under his protection.<br/><br/>He had taken Arthur to Avalon, the place where now the Elders resided. Nowadays, most would call it heaven. Rumours of that time told of how he wrote the spell for the powerful magical weapon, the most powerful ever, capable of killing even the Source and the top layer demons, down and had given it to one of the new families of Witches for safekeeping. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Dark would be strong enough again to challenge the balance.<br/><br/>Yes…<br/><br/>That battle had been followed by a civil war in the Underworld, pitting Mauhod against Vasahir to become the newest Source. Sha’kos, slightly weaker than either of them, but still stronger than all others, could have made his own bid for the position, yet most likely losing, especially if it came to raw power.. Instead, he had chosen to support Vasahir, shifting the tide of the civil war in his favour, annihilating those who supported Mauhod and Mauhod himself. It took over a century of fighting, but from that moment on, Sha’kos had been the second in command and power of the Underworld, a powerful Lieutenant of the new Source and a ruthless demon.<br/><br/>Recently, however, he had stumbled over evidence of that Excaliburish Spell actually being noted down and passed throughout the generations of a Witch’ family. Fortunately not that of the James sisters, or the balance would have fallen to the Good Side… No… he had traced the last heiress down and slaughtered her, before burning up the parchment on which the spell had been written down.<br/><br/>Unknown to Sha’kos, that parchment, covered in many protection spells, had not burned up entirely…<br/>