"Ah yes, of course I would love to tell you about it" he said grateful for the distraction. He took a moment to regain his composure before reciting the story he had known since the day of his birth.
"According to legend the empire began as a single walled town on the island of Procellia (for which the city was named), which was ruled by a wise and kind dynasty of rulers. For over a hundred years the town grew, expanding to cover half of the island and during this time the people came to love their rulers. This love was put to the test when their third ruler, King Obbal died. The day after his death, as the people mourned before the altars of their gods a high priest came crying from the temple to announce to the people that the gods had banished the King to hell because he was too proud.
The people of the town were enraged at their beloved leader being shunned by the gods, denied their audience. For two years the city fell into a faith crisis, with several holy men being burned alive for expressing support for their King's banishment. It is said that as the town prepared to burn the last priest at the stake the fire at his feet began to change form, refusing to burn the man. From these strange flames emerged a monstrous beast of hell, thirty feet tall and so deformed he resembled no known things.
The creature announced himself to be the king of hell, and he was displeased at the lies spread by the gods. The beast shouted at the shaking citizens for their rash behavior and the killing of those who were ignorant of the truth. For the next six days the king of hell sat among the Procellians and taught them the true nature of things. That the gods were vile and sadistic, whereas the demons accepted all into their halls with open arms. That the gods demanded perfection from those on the planet, but demons embraced imperfections and did not judge those who were harmlessly different such as the witches, twins, disabled, birth marked, homosexuals and others who had been sacrificed to appease the gods in years past.
The nameless king declared that if the people of Procellia bowed to him and his kind, then he would bless the land and protect them. With tears of joy everyone from the Procellian King to the animals bowed to accept his offer. Satisfied of their devotion he touched the new human King, turning his skin white, his eyes red and his hair whiter still.
"I and my kind shall make deals with the souls of the unborn, and those who we choose to rule you will be given this mark. The priests of this nation shall forever seek out those we have marked, and we shall tell them what the destiny of the marked are."
And thus, as the story goes, the king of hell left the Procellians. And in celebration they marked that year as the start of their calendar so all may remember and celebrate their eternal oaths with the demons."
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