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In the age of man, in the time before Christ, when Caesar reigned and the gods and the goddesses ruled the earth, there existed a man... a DreamWalker, the incarnate of Morpheus himself, the Greek deity of dreams, master of illusion, ruler of the deepest of desires and darkest fears...
Morpheo.
Morpheus sought someone to carry on his legacy, as talk of a new God rose and their existence was threatened time and time again. Being vain, he would not let himself perish into the history of the world, and so, he gave forth his secret powers of granting wishes to the one that had proved himself time and time again. The man was of little wealth, but of great hope and determination, the things that dreams are made of. The powers were bestowed upon the man unknowingly, and then, Morpheus appeared before him in true godlike form, setting forth his destiny, calling him a variation of his own name, Morpheo.
Though an incarnate, he had once been a mortal man. He knew of dreams and desires and as his power was bestowed upon him by a ritual that only Morpheus knew, he saw again the beauty of dreams, and was granted the rare gift to bestow his powers, gifted to him by Morpheus, upon others. He created a follower, Draco, and granted him the powers of illusions and taught him in the art of wishes and dreams...But something within the incarnate fell to pieces...
Morpheo began to grant all wishes, no questions asked. As the people glorified him, he relished in the power. DreamWalker became greedy, desiring more than simple devotion and reverence. Upon seeing this, Draco tried to stop Morpheo, the DreamWalker, but his efforts were to no avail. After learning the art of creating another, and learned that in error, Morpheo had created more than one follower, Draco left his master to see out the others so that they would not fall into the ill-fated destiny that captured Morpheo.
Using his powers for his own personal gain, Morpheo, the first of the DreamWalkers, committed his final act that released the demons of the world, the uniques of ancient lore, and the elements of chaos and misery. his final wish, the untold story, was to take that which no man could touch, and the push back the lid of darkness within it. Morpheo, in his last stand, breached the sacred horror of Pandora's box.
The damage was irreparable and for his actions, DreamWalker was cast down into the bed of the river Styx and imprisoned there for all eternity, forced to stare upward through the depths into the hell that he had created.
The Harmony of the ancient world ceased to exist, leaving the Gods with no choice but to create a force to right the scales once again. They searched for a man, pure of heart, sound of mind, skilled in battle, and strong of faith.
A testament to the DreamWalker's damage, they searched tirelessly for ages over every inch of the world as the black spirits grew stronger, morphing into blood-sucking demons, beasts of burden, spirits that rivaled those of the Underworld, and pure demons in human form.
Finally, one such man was found, his voice ringing out as he killed a beast, piercing its heart with the purest of all ores- silver. Hearing the cries, the Gods turned their eyes upon this man, the victor and as the whispers rose amongst them, they knew.
Calling upon him, the man of chance, Anton Piers, the story was told, and his purpose set forth --
It was decided that he would be the guardian of the world against the dangers that Morpheo had let loose, and all those that followed him would do the same. He would find others such as himself and train them to fight the war waging among the supernatural world and the mortal realm. He would recruit members and build his army, for one day, the Gods knew that the world as it was would cease to exist, and a fight to the death would be all that stood in the way of the demons and their reign.
It took no convincing for Anton to accept this. He had been preaching this cause to the townspeople for ages, never to be heard. The stories he told, those that none believed had earned him the title of "The Mendecant", both far and wide. As he told this to the Gods, they all nodded, and so it was.
The Mendecant Surnaturel, Anton Piers.
The first hunter, destined to restore the balance. The Mendecant. Forever.
The Beginning of the End.