It was a dark cloudy day as a man walked through a trail in a forest deep in the wilds of romania. This man stood at around six feet five inches tall with a powerfully built upper body and well muscled legs though you could not see either due to the massive and heavy steel plate armor he wore. Despite the obvious heavy weight he showed no sign of it affecting his movement or his balance indeed it seemed as he glided across the forest floor barely making a sound. Peeking out from above his right shoulder plate was a handle the handle was made of a dark burnished metal with thick leather cords wrapped around it for a good grip. The sword strapped across his back was a large six foot long claymore made of a blackened metal unknown to mortals. The mans name was Ryan and he was royalty though he did not look the part with his black sword and black armor he looked more like a knight then a king and this was by design. For you see he did not actually like being a king in fact if there was anyone else he would have foisted the throne onto them a long time ago at heart he was a wanderer and a fighter ruling did not suit him well. He was wandering through the leaf strown forest floors judging by the color of the leaves it was almost winter the chill of the wind biting into his face through the slits in his helmet also attributed to that conclusion. As he walked along he was unaware of a pair of crimson eyes watching him from the tree tops barely held fury and a deep hatred burned within those crimson orbs. High above the forest floor in a moderately tall tree was a black cloaked figure the only thing that could be determined was it was a woman judging by the slim curves that the robes clung to and she was likely a vampire if the burning crimson eyes was any indicator. The woman's name was Serena and she was a witch vampire hybrid once she had been one of Ryan's most trusted advisors however lies and treachery caused him to banish her from his kingdom. She was truly unaware it was not ryan who had framed her but she blamed him and truly he did deserve part of the blame. As the witch watched him travel a wicked smirk soon blossomed across her features it was far from any settlement so no one would hear what was about to occur. She knew she couldn't kill him he was a god and thus immortal though he could die she lacked the needed weapon to make it permanent he would just come back when one of his children brought him back to life. So she hatched a plan it took months of planning and gathering the needed items as well as the lives needed for the portal. You see if she could not kill him then banishing him to the chaos dimension was the next best alternative. She did not know the exact dimension he would end up in but she did know it would take him a fairly long while to get back and by then well his kingdom would be ashes and his family slaughtered like cattle. She smirked that wicked little smirk as she began to chant in a low tone the words were impossible to hear to the mortal ear to hear the words was to court madness and insanity. Down below on the forest floor Ryan looked up sharply his senses honed by years of war and combat screamed danger and he reacted his hand grasping the hilt of his blade he drew it in a flash of darkened steel and a steely rasp the sword was drawn free from its scabbard. Now that the sword was free one could get a better look at it the blade itself measured five inches made of a black metal and covered in archaic runes of a forgotten language. The handle had a emerald jewel embedded into the crossguard the jewel was magical in nature it served as a battery of sorts that Ryan could draw on when he needed a boost. With his senses now on high alert he was able to pinpoint the source of the danger as he locked eyes with the crimson eyed stranger he knew dread filled him he knew who it was and what she wanted. But without warning the witch finished her chant and a crimson red portal crackling with red demonic energy opened up behind him. With a large howl like sound the portal began to draw everything in like a crimson whirlpool Ryan grunted as he drove his sword deep into the moist earth trying to stop the pull but it was of no use the pull of the portal was much to strong for him to resist. With a loud snarl the sword was ripped from the earth and he fell backwards falling into the portal once he was through it closed with a loud bang leaving the forest silent as the grave but soon enough the woman's cackles of victory spread throughout the forest. Ryan grunted as he crash landed into a thick and lush forest he groaned as he stood up his armor covered in scratches from the many tree limbs he crashed through
