The land of the dead...dark...cold...quiet, Welcome to the home of The Skull King. The sky, ground, and graves are all grey. Every thing here is gloomy and dead, not one thing lives here...no trees, no grass, no mortals. As far as the eye can see there is nothing but graves...a sea of death and decay. The only way in and out of this land is the large gate...but dont expect it to open, because once you are here...thereis no way to leave...not even through death. The most noticable thing is the large black castle surrounded by large spikes that cover the black stone walls. There are four towers on the corners of the walls and one large tower with red tint glass that looms higher then the point of any mountain...again...welcome to the land of the dead...the land of The Skull King.
"I have been here since the dawn of time...before man, beast, or demon. I was gifted with the power to control death...I was a god. I was given a world to call my home, I was given countries to rule over, I was even given a weapon. In a time before time i was known as the reaper of men, when a mortal died it was my job to take them to the after life. It was my..."Job" to do as i was commanded, but gods shouldent be commanded...No...expecialy not me. I became angry, and my rage over took me, I killed all I could see with the weapon of death that was made for me. But even using it made me hate things even more...I destroyed that weapon and forged a new one from my power...A hammer...A large hammer. With this weapon I was able to desolate a continent with one mighty swing. I later dicovered i could control the dead, but at this time i had no need to since i was unstopable! My rage lasted for seven days...each day i recived a warning for my actions, but as you guessed i laughed in their face. On day eight i was captured and punished for what i had done, i was cast away from the other gods and stripped of my unmatchable powers! But my immortality stayed...as a cruel joke by the others to make me live a never ending life...as a weakling! My powerless body traveled the earth for fourthousand years before some one came to me. I was visited by two women who had my mighty hammer and told me i could obtain my power back, I agreed...with out hesitation. They took me to a land all to familiar...my land, they casted spells on my body, I began to regain my power! I took up my hammer in my left hand with a dark smile, I was back...and my wrath would never be more fierce! But i was warned by the two that if i ever was found out by the gods something terrible would happen to me...so i took there advice...for a short time. For over a millennium i was used as a tool by others for a fee. They hired me...and i killed, i destroyed citys for them, armies, civilizations such as Jerico, Atlantis, and Elderado, demons, and even dragons. But i got tired of small things...I wanted revenge! I called up a army of those who had died by my hands and marched for those who had cast me away. They met me head on...the battle lasted for more then a thousand years. At the end...there were none left standing, I had killed them all...or so i thought. It seemed the two women who gifted me with my powers again...were the goddesses of fire and shadow, they layed on the ground dying and cursing my name...i laughed at them and highered my hammer over their heads, in a instant i was struck down by some unknown force inside my body...it burned, and tormented me as i layed on the blood soaked ground. My flesh was eaten away by fire and the shadow consumed my living essance, my mind and body were taken from me...but my soul remained attacked inside my skull. I arose...fire become my muscle and blood...and the shadow became my skin and clothes, I was a monster before...but now i looked the part. I could form the shadow to any type of clothing or armor i wanted and as a weapon, i could use the fire inside me as a weapon also. But it seemed with this new transfermation...i lost a large amount of my power, but i still had enough to be one of the most powerfulest creatures on the earth. How ever i needed to feed my power....through souls, I was able to trap my victims souls inside their skulls, so i hunted them down like animales. I found out that i gain more power if they are scared when i kill them...so in time i came across a strange object that let me wish for any thing i wanted...so i wished my eyes could become objects of fear. With this wish i could scare people into their own deaths by just a glimps into my eyes...My power was growing, but i needed a place to store the skulls i have taken. I made a secret door that only i know the location to...and hid them there, away from the rest of the world. My only objective was to become the most powerful bein again, but as time passed on i was able to find allies...living breathing allies. My plans where lost from my mind as i became nice, My castle was a home now...not just a base or a place for torture. My dead life was now peacful like i was human...until just reacently. A jolt in powers has erupted from others...and has caught my intrest. My need for killing has found its way back into my soul. I fear that a war is comming again...and this time i wont be unstopable, enemies will become allies...and friends will become enemies. I must gain more power in order for me to be victorious! I have a endless army...and a vast amount of deadly and evil allies, but it wont be enough...for things are going to unfold that no one could even guess on.
I sit here now on my throne....planning....training....waiting.
No one will get in my way, my goal is set...I will be the most powerful...for i am The Skull King!"
Only one question lies before me...
What path will i choose?
((Im going to make another journal entry later that will explain about my plans ninja MUAHAHAHAHA!!))
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*pokes the human form with a Dino and a Louie*