I guess I'll put some more effort into that work and write it as a short story. I haven't done those for a while, so..
Ah, but here's something. I found this one from my 08-09' archives and after re-writing the whole text, I'm quite satisfied at the result, though I must say it isn't that great.
Oh well, cheesy mind can only create cheesy things. I hope you folks will enjoy of it nonetheless.
Oerath bows and leaves.
The Lord of Unholy Light
A black raven flew across the dark sky
It was flying towards the ghostly lands, it was the messenger of night
And when the sky finally changed it's bright colored clothes to dim black
That raven arrived to it's master's den.. To home of the damned
There, it told to it's master about the strength of mortal men
And that sooner or later, they would march here to challenge his might
But he only laughed at the raven and ordered it to fly back to the world's end
To welcome these brave mortal men, who would so boldly challenge him.. The lord of unholy light
And fourteen days and fourteen nights later, when he was standing on the balcony of his castle..
He looked into the horizon and saw tens of thousands of golden spears
Upon seeing their vast army, he readied himself for the great battle
Which would finally show to this world that a true lord of the night does not fear
And then it finally began.. A night that didn't seem to end
But despite the efforts of the mortal warriors, the lord's minions finally managed to corner them
And with all of their shields, spears and armors broken, they had no other choice but to surrender
''The demon's kept dancing, mocking and laughing around the warrior's of men, but they all silenced when the lord himself jumped off the balcony of his castle and descended on the battlefield, almost breaking the whole ground in half. Wearing a dark and heavy looking armor and a burning skull helmet, he looked like death itself. And he wielded a burning two-handed sword that seemed to have thousands of eyes on it's steel.. Eyes that kept blinking constantly. Upon seeing him, the remaining warrior's of men fled in terror and fear. The demon's seemed to fear him too, even though he was their master. And then he looked at those wretched and weak little mortals, trying to reach a nearby forest for safety.
And of course, he couldn't allow that to happen.
By thrusting his burning sword through earth and soil, he muttered a few ancient words and sent forth an massive earthquake that tore the whole land apart. And then he just watched, as the mortal's fell into the depths, one by one.. Such a sight made him to smile with great pleasure and when all of their agonized screams of horror had faded, he pulled his sword from the ground and spoke for the first time during the whole battle by saying:
'Such weak creatures.. Such arrogance.. But at least they're good at something.. They're good at dying..'
Then he looked at his sword, which flames seemed to fade a little and continued: 'My sword.. It hungers for more..'
Soon, he realized that now he had something to satisfy the sword with.. And so he shouted at the demon's: 'Come, my minions..'
And by laughing madly, he ordered them to fetch all of the corpses from the pit and declared a great feast by saying:
'Let the harvest of souls begin!'
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen