THE BEGINNING

I had been drifting into a prolonged slumber, lost in the depths of Morpheus' embrace. The sands of time slipped through the hourglass as my mind journeyed through the realms of mankind. There is no allure, the screams of children and the disgusting smell of blood waft in the sky. Zeus yells in anger, but no one hears the thunder or rather no one cares at all. He begins to cry, maybe the rain drops shall extinguish the fire of war but it is useless. That is enough for the rain drops to mix with blood and the red rivers cover everywhere. This red wine awakens my warriors from the grave, makes them drunk with revenge and Nemesis. They call me. Yes, that's right, now is the time to descend to earth and remove every territory from cruelty, oppression, occupation and infanticide. Through fire and ice, Nemesis will rise...