The origins of The Hell Flame PT.3

I walked into the wilderness under the cover of night leaving everything behind in the service of one thing and one thing only vengeance. I was attacked by wild boars and then wolves. I fought them off learning how to fight as I did healing my arm as I went. I learnt magic specifically self healing magic. Until I walked into a mountain range that was familiar. I climbed up to the top of the highest mountain to find the mages' lair once again. I read his books and grimoires but it was all nonsense to me until I read the diary of the mage. It told me how to develop the most powerful flame ever conceived. The Hell Flame. It was a flame that is said to be all fire incarnate and a living being that you can control. The fire's power is supposed to be controlled by sin. So if I was greedy then the power of my flame would be equal to the power of my greed same for wrath, envy, pride and so on.It was a flame only produced by taking the heart of a dragon and placing it inside yourself whilst removing your own heart. It required a difficult ritual and you know to be in hell which was the only place you wouldn't instantly die from having your heart removed after the ritual you would have the power to produce. And the only known entrance to hell at that time was in the middle of Eridion. Oh yeah i guess they only taught you about the four nations but there are islands around the main land mass which house all sorts of magical beasts most famously is the elven island of grand magic and then there is Drakonia the nation of dragons. So after learning a bit more magic manipulation I set out again this time heading to the volcanoes of Eridion which was the heart of dragon country.But there was a slight problem with my plan, see I had to cross all the way through the dead sea with no money so for the next eight years I worked as a mercenary killing bandits and monsters for villages and earning money to get better gear and to pay for the fare across the dead sea It took years but I became powerful enough to slice a Demi giant in two without breaking a sweat. This used a technique called magical infusion which I'll teach you later. I became faster and stronger than I could have ever imagined. Much more powerful than the pathetic mess my father had become after all of his training.

I arrived at the Nation of Dragons when I was about twenty years old. I had been fighting every day of my life since I had left my home. My power was unrivaled by any human at the time however I had to become more powerful I had to get my revenge I had to kill the Demon king and all of his lieutenants it was my destiny I was so convinced that that was the only reason i was alive and it was my only purpose I walked into the dragon nation and as the name suggested it was filled with dragons. I fought and fought tirelessly killing endless hordes of normal dragon's until it became easy until the dragon's were like the wild boars that got in my way, until the most powerful being in the world was no more than a pest at my feet. Finally after a year of fighting red dragons, golden dragon's and even the odd elemental dragon I arrived at the heart of Drakonia, Eridion. The entire volcano was cob=vered in runes painted in blood at the top was a set of steps that retreated into the volcano. The air was hotter than anything I had ever felt. However it was about to get worse as I felt the very thing I had been searching for arrive.

It stood in front of me, a royal dragon. It took up most of the mountain and peered down at me like an insect. It said something along the lines of why are you here? It was a long time ago and I was really tired. I explained my situation and why I was there and the royal dragon chuckled. And I remember this bit really clearly. "Ha Ha Ha Ha my child you came seaking The Hell Flame and you thought you could kill me? Well seeing how many of my brethren you have slaughtered I don't doubt you would've put up a good fight and I'm not exactly a millenia old anymore so who knows but I am too old to fight anymore and that demon king really annoyed me so I will give you my heart on one condition. You will use the power I give you to the fullest you will perfect it and then you will kill that demon king with no mercy and you will then forget about everything you will not try to rule the world you will not become a tyrant you will step back lay down your sword and you will go back to your village even if there is nothing there you will rebuild and you will live your life in peace. This is not a power of a king, it is the power of a demon; it should not be seen as any holy gift or right to rule. Will you promise me that?" So I promised the old dragon and was thrust down into the fiery pit of hell with my heart ripped out and lying next to me inside my chest glowing red was my new heart. And with it I felt power, power so great that I could do anything so I absorbed all of the fire I could from hell and left. It was not my time to be there yet. And so I left the Island with burning fire coursing through my veins. I remember the view from the shore of Drakonia, the burning fire behind me and the crimson sun in front of me. I remember looking at my new reflection at my burning heart at my red eyes that matched and at my new white hair.