Prologue

The Prince lived in the darkest and most detestable place that can be conjured up by man’s imagination. In fact, his kingdom cannot fully be described or envisioned by any person of mortal decent. The pain and pure terror that the Prince’s kingdom was eternally filled with is beyond the scope of human comprehension. The land in which he lived was barren. Occasionally, the ground would scream and spew blood. There was no water in this place; blood served as water for the inhabitants able to drink it. The trees that “grew” there moaned and screamed in pain when touched. A lake of fire burned eternally before the Prince’s castle. Once one entered this kingdom, there was no escape. The gates to this kingdom were guarded by fierce hellish creatures. The sky was red, like that of the Earth before life was conceived on her later fertile land. No sun shone in this morose place; the closest thing to it was a dark orb that hovered above the land that absorbed all light, rather than emitting it.

            The Prince lived in a castle, a terrible, cursed castle that was built out of misery. The castle walls were dark and jagged, made of nightmares. The door towered high above one’s head. Inside was a great hall where many stairs and doors led to countless rooms. In one particular grand room across from the entrance sat the Prince on his immaculate throne made of what resembled ebony. The Prince’s life story is older than time. What made him who he was then happened before man walked the Earth. A great and miserable defeat brought him and his people to this detestable land, where he would reign until the time came to fight again.

            He sat proudly on his dark seat. A beautiful specimen—— His hair was black as the farthest corner of space; his eyes were venetian red, sanguine and fierce. His skin was the snow of a cold desolate mountain, perfectly flawless. Long slender fingers were gripping his heavy scepter; the other hand held his head. Wearing the most formal clothes and neatly put together, he truly was a princely being. His companion stood beside him, a male of the Prince’s age with snowy hair, and red eyes. He leaned against the throne and sat quietly with is delicate yet strong arms crossed, reflectively looking down.

            In came a young lad; he walked solemnly and nervously up to a few paces from the Prince’s throne. His eyes did not leave the ground. He then knelt on his left knee, his left fist on the floor by his foot while the other was clenched by his heart in a bow to the Prince.

            “You’re Majesty,” the sickly boy spoke, “All hail to his great lord—”

            “On with it,” the Prince spoke in a bored yet stern voice. His eyes didn’t leave the young lad. And the lad’s didn’t leave the ground. The boy was still kneeling in front of the Prince’s throne, trembling slightly.

            “Sire, the race of fools is coming to us at and exponential rate. All hope of being saved is almost lost. Also, since their life expectancy has decreased, the chances of them coming to us have improved monumentally.”

            “Tell me boy, when did you arrive in my kingdom?” The Prince said still staring at the nervous creature, that wouldn’t look at him.

            “Not too long ago, Sire. When I did arrive the veterans showed me around quickly, and then told me to report to you the news of the Fourth World.”

            Cowards. The Prince chuckled at what the seniors in his court did to this new child from the First World. “Well did you realize that what you reported to me is basic knowledge, that anyone in the glorious place could tell me that?” He stood up, spinning his scepter in his hand. He walked down the stairs from his thrown slowly and purposefully. “You are wasting my time. What is your name?”

            “C-C-Camille, Sire” The boy said, not moving his eyes from the immaculate floor. His shaking intensified.

            “Well C-C-Camille,” The Prince said mockingly as he stood in front of Camille, “you are new here, but you need to learn quickly.” The Prince lifted his foot to the boy’s chin. “Look at me Camille.”

            He obeyed; his eyes widened.

            “Surprised, I see. I bet you were expecting some tattered, ugly, old, demon.” He chuckled; then quickly became annoyed. “One thing you should quickly learn is that I don’t tolerate stupidity.” The Prince returned to his high seat. Silence was the only one speaking now. Then, “Ze, teach this boy not to be so retarded; show him what Hell is.”

            The Prince’s companion bowed low, his hand across his chest. “Yes, my Lord.” The companion’s face turned toward its victim. Camille’s eyes widened almost to the point of tearing. “No” he said “NO. Not lord—”

            “Denying my orders now, Camille? Ze, please continue”

The companion’s face was transforming with every step he took down the stairs. His red eyes became arthropodic. The room became dark. A subtle, pulsing buzzing sound was crescendoing in the room. The Prince leaned forward in his chair, getting ready for the show. A terrifying grin was spread across his face. The companion sprouted his halteres wings and his tongue transformed into what resembled a proboscis. The source of the buzzing revealed itself. Millions of flies, wasps, hornets, and other insects of the air were flying around the entire thrown room. The companion pointed at Camille, and the creatures flew toward him.

            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”