Prologue of Darkon Empire

I remembered you people had a place for fiction and I been writing this story.
So I thought if it wasn't to much of a bother to post here the introduction to my work.
See what other might think.Warning this story is meant to be bloody and may be disturbing in some cases.
This particular part though is only a touch of how bloody i tend to get with it.So do or do not enjoy and plz tell me what you think.Also grammar and writing structure wise im no expert so bare with me

It all started with a legend.Those who were alive then either died in gruesome battles or of old age.As for the legend,He was a man,A great ruler of a country that was once united and was in its golden era.Now,the legend couldnt be all true for they said this country had no crime at all and no unhappiness.Everyone was rich and thriving but we all know that is impossible.The country was probably happy for the most part but to have no problems at all was unfathomable.Anyways this ruler was named Tar'nas Dys Mortem and the country was named Duruschia.The fact of the man's existence is real for his bloodline still lives on,Much horrid and bloody now but the name Mortem still rules half of this once united empire.The facts as known is that Tar'nas had twin sons.Both unique in their way but had potiental to be great rulers.This made it hard for Tar'nas to decide who would be next ruler after he was gone.The Duruschia country had two major cities,Like his sons were similar in appearance but unique in its own ways.One on the west side was named Oldtinia had more freethinkers and science.The east side one was named Nutinia.This country was more about a good days hard work.Kept busy like ants preparing for winter.Only they did such all year long.Both cities never held resentment for each other and knew they thrived better with each other.Thinking on this one night Tar'nas finally decided what he would do.He made way to divide the country into two countries.Each side named after its major city and he would give his sons each country.

Fane Mortem,the more thoughtfull one was ruler of Oldtinia.He continued to help his ppl thrive.Always kept his doors open for his ppl and was a just and caring ruler.Only when it came to sercurity matters,he was short handed.While most of the people of Oldtinia were happy.There was still bandits who picked on the helpless occasionally.Rape,Stole and Murdered.Fane tried to keep his people safe on his own but couldnt train his men well enough or had a good enough strategy too keep everyone safe.His people did not blame him for this.Instead some of the victims of bandits formed a vigilanty group and became the country's security themselves.This group was the Darkon Avengers.Not many knew the leader Drake Darkon themselves but everyone heard the rumor of why he decided to make a vendetta against all bandits.Supposdly during the age of 12 he lived with his mother and sister who was only 6.His father died of a sickness he couldnt over come.So in essence Drake became the man of the house.One night bandits ran into the village killing the villigers and burning down homes.3 of them broke into his house.They tied his family and him up and not only forced him to watch as they raped his mother but they also had raped his 6yr old sister as well.Then when they were done they cut every limb off of them that was possible.Drake enraged and on brink of insanity had gotten free.While they were busy dismembering his sister,drake grabbed a knife and cut the throat of one,then took his sword.In blind murderous rage,drake fought the other two like a demon and disembowled them.Leaving his hut with ankles deep pool of blood across the floor went out and hunted down every bandit he could find.They say that near by villages could here his madden cries as he slaughtered about 20 of the bandits that had attacked his vllage.After that he ran off not to be seen or heard of for yrs.Then the Darkon Avengers emerged killing brutally any bandit within Oldtinia.

Farkas Mortem had became ruler of Nutinia.More paranoid and battle harden of the twins,Seemed to be more interested making sure no one question his rule.Any who dared break his laws or spoke ill of him were slaughtered in front of an arena of audiences.For the most part he was fair with his people but there were villagies within nutinia that were on the brink of starvation and Farkas did not know how to save them.Farkas once did fall in love with an Intellectual yet stunningly beautiful girl.Her name was Corrine and after Farkas married her she had helped with the villages that were starving.She Taught them how to tend to the crops and help them overcome harsh weathers.Farkas and Corrine had a son together they named Ty'ran.During the time Ty'ran had been 9yrs old Farkas had a druken fit and beaten both Ty'ran and Corrine to an inch of their lives.Ty'ran came out of it physically ok but his mother was comatosed and after awhile,Out of despising what he had done,Farkas ordered to have Corrine put out of her misery.This was the start of Ty'ran's fall into insanity.The first step,At this time he only hated his father but as life carried on he grew more contempt for every living being.Ty'ran would become an adult who would wish nothing more but death upon everyone.He dreamed the day when everything would be cold,silent,dead and once the world's life was in eternal sleep he himself would join them.

This was the begining.When a country once pure,golden and at perfect peace had been split into two imperfect parts.Then time with its slow decay on everything had taken its toll.These countries did not outright die however.They became bloody and gruesome.Two men whos youth had been filled with nightmares and pain would become rulers of these countries.Causing these countries to be locked in the bloodiest war mankind has ever seen.This is the story of the birth of the Darkon Empire and the long lasting war with the Mortem Empire.The very Empires that left the whole known world drenched in blood.Those with weak stomachs or those who wish not to have nightmares should not read on.Otherwise sit back,strap down and prepare yourselves for more blood then a razor weilding mad man has seen at a hemophilliac convention.