After many years of wandering through the wastelands and decaying world the fallen champion find a suspicious looking dark castle, as he approaches the screams of the tortured can be heard through the wailing winds, still undeterred he continues to approach.
Standing at the castle gates he stares up at their malevolent grandeur, a haunting aura surrounds this place, drenched in pain and suffering with the reeking stench of fear exuding from those inside its walls.
The gates open and all that can be seen is a black hole of despair waiting to swallow those weak enough to blink in its presence, without hesitation and nothing more than the sword stained with his own blood clutched in his hand he entered.
The gates slam behind him, he does not look back, to look back would provide nothing but more darkness. Walking through the dark and dank courtyard various eyes watch him while cowering in the shadows.
Death is circling this castle and all who inhabit it, he thinks. He continues through unfettered by these afflictions for they were blessings compared to what he had suffered. Entering the dark castle chambers he sees nothing but more shadows and dust.
“Tell me stranger, what possessed you to step into the unknown and grace us with your presence?” A voice from the shadows asked.
“Knowledge” he replied.
“A wise man will seek knowledge to help those who need it and heed the warnings of others because of dangerous potential of knowledge, a fool will seek knowledge for personal gain a.d ignore the cautions that others of which speak. Which are you?” A second shadowed voice says.
“Neither, I seek knowledge to free me of my past. I seek knowledge so that I can share the secrets so that they are not lost in time and kept by those selfish enough to hoard them.” The fallen one said with conviction.
“A fall from grace you have suffered, the pain we see lies deep. You are worthy to be reborn. There will be pain beyond pain that is price for this gift we offer you.” Said from the shadows behind him.
“Then I will scream loudly.” He answers.
Dropping the blade he held so tight throughout his journey and opening his arms to embrace the shadows he is surrounded, engulfed by them. These were mere babies of darkness compared to the feelings he had left in the sleeping forest.
The shadows surrounding him dissipated and he stood in a dark armour forged by these entities and brandished a blade that was the embodiment of his past. The price of this was simple, to relinquish his paladin heart and accept the heart of chaos….
“Do you accept?” They asked.
“Yes” pierced through the heart with the blade he dropped, the blade that bore his blood, blinding pain radiated from within. His screams are a chilling sound even to those tortured souls who had resided in the castle for centuries.
The pain resides and the deep is done. He was no longer a fallen champion but a Knight of Chaos.
Leaving the castle the once noble champion walks into the night but not as he was before, now he was more than he once was. He would bring suffering to all who caused it and bring balance once again to his life, the start of a new journey had begun.