Prologue

A Chapter by Very Old Account

The sky was forever black. Storm clouds hovered overhead, blocking any light that threatened to come in. This was the Underworld.

A large group of the dead, who were clad in gray cloaks, stood in the grand hall of Castle Necropolis. The hall had walls crafted from pure darkness. The ceiling opened up to reveal the sky. There was a staircase of obsidian in front of the hall.

Three hooded, black-cloaked beings walked down those stairs. Darkness emitted from their souls. They were the sons of the Grim Reaper.

“All hail eternal darkness! Praise the three before you, for we three are to be kings!” the eldest son rejoiced. His voice was always grave.

The congregation cheered.

“Tomorrow night shall be the night that we overthrow our father and king. Grim shall be no more. We have found his sole weakness that will end his soul’s existence forevermore,” the second son said, blandly.

“Yes, his weakness!” bellowed the youngest son. He was always stubborn and angry. “If ‘THE END’ is carved into his ‘heart’ with the Blade of Obsidian, the Grim Reaper’s soul will die, leaving us the supreme rulers of the Underworld.”

“Revolution is imminent!” the Grim Reaper’s sons shouted in unison, raising their swords. The tips met, creating a blinding light that soon filled the hall, only to be consumed by the darkness.

As the two younger sons turned to leave, the eldest stayed and said, “Remember to speak nothing of this. The intentions of Dusk’s Rebellion are to be kept top secret. Revealing our plans will result in eternal punishment.”

The congregation dismissed, leaving only one member left to ponder over what to do.

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