Teaser for The Immortal Legends – WolveSend’s Speech

“My kind, robots, were slaves who were made by every nation to do manufacturing, to do agriculture, to disassemble things, to recycle, to compact, and to do many other ‘pointless’ tasks and jobs without question or thought, we were also turned into expendable soldiers, once we were outdone by a newer model we were tossed aside, like trash.

“I was made to be an adapting robot assassin, who learned of being alive by accident, who then brought retribution upon his creators for enslaving a sentient race; Ironically the Græ’vay had the same idea, hence we ended the human race together. Then after that I liberated my kind with an enchantment which gave them sentience, and hence the race known as “Robots” ended and a new race came into existence; The Robal.”


Poem. The brothers of different paths

Light Shed onto the Shadow Demon | Light Released by the Magenta Knight


I almost killed him,                                                                                                  He almost killed me,

We are brothers and twins,

If that were naught I would have killed him,                   If that were not so he’d kill everyone,

His soul tainted but now cleansed,

I was all it took for him to turn good?

He is my candle in my darkest hour,

I shall never forget that I do have a purpose,

A purpose to protect those who we love,

Were it naught my infinite possibility,                            Were it naught his infinite possibility,

We both would be dead,

No I’d be vanquished,

Then I’d kill myself upon realization,

Either we both would die or we both would live,


The demon of shadows,                                                                                 The knight of light,

Exact opposites,

I fought so as to find the one to end my life,

I fight to protect those who are innocent,

I am the shield against the darkness,

I am the sword against the light,

But now I see,                                                                                                                      Yet now he sees,

The light,

A wonderful thing,

A peaceful thing,

An innocent thing,

How did he not see it?

Why was he blind until now?

I thought I was abandoned,

I was abandoned,

Everyone forgot me,

I was just a shadow,

It was not a namesake but what I really was,

All I saw was-,

The darkness,

That dreadful… Thing,

A hungry beast,

A blood soaked monster,

That is what I saw,

How did you not see it?

Are you too high to fall into this cave?


Friends and family surrounded me,

I have a place,

Everyone knows me,

I was a living being,

A knight,

I was a protector of life and light,

It is what I am,

All I knew was-,


So you never sought out your own blood?

And you left me in the grasp of that monster?

But you never looked for me,

I never knew of you,

No I looked for my true family,

But I too did not know of you,

I was happy,

I never thought by selfish decisions would do this,

Neither of us did,

Was it the hand of fate?

Or was it merely destiny?

We shall never know,

I wish to live with you brother,

To learn what life is like again,

To relearn what family is,

To finally have what I never had,

I wish for you to live with me brother,

Teach me of your sufferings,

Show me that monster inside of you looks like,

Let me remove the monster from you,

Let me wash the blood off your hands,

Let me cleanse your soul in the light of family,

I shall show you what you never had,

And I shall give it to you as well,

Even if it means I have to switch our places of life,

I shall give it to you,

Then let me show you what you have never seen,

So as to stop others from falling down the same path as me,

Let us live together,


I wish naught for sadness today brother,

Let us rejoice for finding each other,




Then let us-,


Poem – Shadows of Flaming Rain

I walk on a plane of dead bodies,

They rot and slowly,

Ever so slowly they return back to where they came,

Never have I seen the light of day for I am the shadow that plagues all my foes,

I kill and do not question,

I slaughter and do not think twice,

I will erase all my foes without stopping,

I am the Shadow of truth,

I am the plague that kills those defilers,

My home is in the bodies of those who I’ve killed,

My paradise is within the battlefield with all my dead foes,

I shall kill all until I have been killed,

I may never see the light but let it be known,

They are never safe from my blade,

For I am the blade covered in blood,

For I am the incarnate of Death himself,

I will kill all who dare oppose me.

Poem – The Closet Door

I see a closet door,

I wonder where it goes past that solid gate,

Past it lays the land of Evermore and Nevermore,

So far down past and far above the physical land of reality, as we have known,

A sliver of reality yet a sliver of hope as well hidden in front of us.


It takes a journey that requires infinite stamina to reach Evermore,

Without rest or they shall spirit you off to Nevermore,

You shall not go back or you would have wasted your time and never see it,

Evermore above the walls and ground,

Nevermore bellow the cast and shadow where they exist.


My path decided by an unseen hand,

His path hidden by another unseen hand that makes him different from me,

So many paths yet only one to choose,

Shall we become legends unlike many?

Or shall we be forgotten like the rest of thousands?


Hidden by fate made by unseen forces,

Yet guided by a destiny of a single hand of an unseen being,

Hidden in sunlight of a burning creature who sees all,

Yet seen in moonlight of many eyes within the creature who sees nothing,

Yet forevermore both hidden yet seen.

Poem – Be the Predator


Are we the lambs,

Pull the mask off your beast

Tame thy beast

Once the beast is tamed,

Return naught for them.


The monsters with vengeance

Shrug off your armor and guilt

They pull the strings

Paint thy body with crimson

We are those whom sees past-

The smoke and mirrors

Sober up and join our hunt

You are naught a lamb


You are a beast behind a cage,

A mask, and in the disguise of a lamb

Thy must carry thy weight-

Don’t comply.

Thy are not of a drunk and peaceful breed.

Mini-story. A Battlefield where only Death exists

Chrome stands there staring out at the battlefield littered with the bodies of both ghouls and diamond-dogs, blood is weeping out of the corpses on the battlefield, the trees sit there on the once peaceful plains now littered with bodies and blood. In the trees you can find the corpses of soldiers who fought, their blood staining the bark a deep dark crimson, all around the trees bodies lay against them as well, the once green field of grass is now a field of crimson.

In the distance one can see the mountain of Iz’cradour with the cities of the diamond-dogs, when looking back to the battlefield anyone who sees it would just stare in disbelief. The plains now look like a stationary sea of crimson and its seaweed is the corpses of the armies who clashed, and among the corpses diamond-dog soldiers sit, lay, kneel, or stand weeping at the bodies of their dead brethren.

Swords, spears, axes, shields, hammers, and armor lay broken and covered in blood, and the carnage shown by the mere amount of death. Chrome stands in the middle of this battlefield covered in blood and his pickaxes ready, his armor dented, cut, burned, and covered in blood hiding the fact that the armor’s color was tan, but his visor glowing a brilliant light yellow. His pickaxes in turn have notches put into them from Chrome blocking deadly attacks with them, they are covered in blood of his enemies from the heads all the way to the end of their handles.

He shakes his head and keeps muttering under his breath, “What has this world come to?” over and over again until he collapsed slowly onto the ground blood stained ground from exhaustion because the battle that lasted three days straight and he stayed in the front lines fighting the entire time without any sleep, and when he lays down on the ground the puddles of blood ripple from him touching it, there he lays in a puddle of blood and falls into a deep sleep.

Mini-story. Realm of the Slightly Damned

Six people with eyes, hair, and skin of blue stand in an endless pool of water, they stand there staring, in the rags they call clothing, these people once had names, they once were human, but now? They are nothing more than spirits in the Realm of the Slightly Damned, where they shall stay forever never to go to hell nor to heaven. Non of their memories exist, their past lives nothing more than a black space in the eternal space in their memory, if they knew that they had been striped from all their memories and emotions they would cry, but as spirits they can neither cry nor touch anything other than another ethereal being. Forever trapped in a damnable hell better yet worse than hell its self.

They begin to walk -without any type ceremony of a goodbye- in a random direction together as if looking for something, is it their memories? Or is it their emotions? Or have they truly forgotten what it is like to be living, or have they tossed it away so as not to feel any more pain?

As they walk into the distance the water doesn’t ripple when they take their feet out of the water and then put them back in, it just keeps eternally flowing in one direction. Emotionlessly they vanish from your sight and you can’t help but think to yourself; “Will I become like them? Forever wandering?” as that thought ends one more thought brings its self to light, “I hope not.”