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[BLITZKRIEG //]

In the beginning, there were stars. The only thing to filled the void of blackness before the dawn of creation. Before the rise of Christ and the fall of Lucifer. Though eventually, from these stars would come a divine race, then called the Lights.

Centuries past the unleashing of God's hallowed military, there was controversy among the equines inhabiting the earth. For, banished as he was, Lucifer had attempted to satisfy his vendetta toward his once leader by setting forth his own species of earth-bound progeny: the Darks, and among them the Thestrals. Rogue demons as well breached the holy vicinity, and wrought a path of utter destruction, annihilation. I was among the Darks, the predominate division. Set forth with instructions only to ruthlessly pillage, we arose as a plague to claim the lands. Genocide of the Lights was abundant, and soon there were few to wield the diminishing title. I myself felled their head, an irritating little bastard who was hellbent on repossession of his lost paradise.

We set the cadavers aflame, and usurped burial in place of cremation. Now no trace of their former reign would remain. A handful had fled, though were being pursued by a circle of my best. The congregation never returned, and I was forced to believe that the survival of a select few was inevitable. Though, they, having abandoned my killing field, were obviously not of the Lord's most favored. For he favored the brave. I believed them to pose no threat.

Many of my own believed us to be alone, and returned to hell to gloat of our victory. Though I, having known about the escaped, believed otherwise. I continued to pursue them in silence, though my efforts were for the most part fruitless. I usurped my quest in the belief that, while still alive, the remainder had been at least immensely subdued. Though I was, to some degree, incorrect.

As of late, I've seen more of the rebel band that I had originally estimated had escaped. They appear to have been progenating in the secret of a concealed lair of sorts, one that had gone previously undetected. I suspect an uprising of the Fallen, for they are no longer called the Lights. However, when they come, I will be ready with forces to rival their former glory. I will once more butcher and bludgeon until nothing remains. And this time, I will make sure we are the last left standing.