The Way of the Future: Age of Machines(Completed)

Monolith

The first thing the scene shows are thousands of dead goblins, hobgoblins, and many other monsters laid on the ground, scattered about within and around the large mountain where their base was.

The magic enhanced wooden palisade which sealed the lair's overarching entrance was destroyed by its own giant architect in a desperate attempt to save itself from the same fate as its brother who also lay dead, surrounded by a pool of its own blood which poured from its neck.

Toby, the Mages, and the Knights, covered in the blood of their little victims, surrounded the goblinmancer who lay on the ground next to the pool of blood.

The poor fellow looked at Toby with his hatred eyes, as if he wants to destroy everything around him. However, the eyes of the man he looked at were not the eyes of a simple man. They looked back at him with eyes that seemed dead inside, as if they had already seen their fair share of horrors not even he could fathom.

Toby and the knights were all the same, their eyes were devoid of all emotion and the gleam of humanity that once shined within. Maybe this was their gift? A gift bestowed upon those who had seen the horrors of battle and war? Sure, they only fought against these lowly monsters but these so-called lowly monsters were their enemies still.

They outnumbered the knights but they still won, armed to the teeth yet the knights won. What was the prize for their victory? Nothing but vengeance. They saw the aftermath of the villages which lay in ruin along the path they took to search for the mastermind, men, women, children, all fallen by the sword of these green abominations and their master, a creature who loved his own for magic and control.

Like a dog with a nose of steel, Toby sensed the naked dead women inside his quarters. Two knights volunteered to check it out and as soon as they opened the wooden door whose lock they had to stab out, the bodies of five different women welcomed them.

They reported this back to Toby and it quickly spread to the other knights. Disgusted, their eyes then filled with rage, locked onto the Man-bear-pig on the ground.

"Hahaha! Fools, you can't kill me, for I am cursed with true immortality!" The man on the ground laughs and mock the knights, seeing their eyes, he knew that he was about to be murdered but that will be still futile.

"Oh, we're not planning to kill you," Toby suddenly said, breaking out a smile before kneeling near the goblinmancer's face.

"Tell me... what is your name?" Toby asked.

The creature known as a Haryo didn't answer and kept staring at Toby with a frown look on his face showing him not fearing death.

Before he became the King of Monsters, 900-1000 years ago, the goblinmancer feared death the most, and thus he did everything he could within his physical and magical capability to attain true immortality.

But it was not enough, for some reason, immortality was something not even the Demigods whose power far surpassed his still aged and died slow deaths.

Why? What was the secret? What caused aging? Was it a curse by something like a  Witch or Dark Magic? Or was it something else entirely?

He knew not the ways of science and so, delved deeper into the tainted pages of magic books and came across the teachings of the outcasts, Gods who were banished from their place in high heaven for their miscreant deeds.

One particular outcast he knew of was Monolith, the God of War and Violence, he went by many titles and names but he loved that title more, yet, he was also the God of Despair, Sadness, Debauchery, Insanity, and Depravity. Before the Forgotten Era and the Second Great War, he was one of the first to guide the dead souls of this world to the afterlife but due to his one failure, the 15 Gods and Goddesses of Fordalt cast him out and used their churches to completely destroy his Church, which resulted him gaining the title of a Myth and false God today.