#corrupten

The world of Paradise was once only an empty shell. A singular shape lived in the grey dead world, a shape named Corrupten. He wished for a purpose, a reason to live. One day, a goddess named Purel went to visit the world. A white woman, dressed in bright colored robes. She had looked to the gray land, then to the shape who was looking at her with such shock and awe, realizing quickly that he was alone here. “... What is your name sir?” She asked in a strange interesting language, that Corrupten suddenly understood easily. “C… Corrupten..” “Purel is mine, I suppose your the only one alive in this planet?” “Planet..?” She gave a soft smile, answering any questions the shape had. She made up her mind quickly, summoning magic from the tip of her fingers.

“I suppose you're tired of this empty blank land? I’ll make sure that you’ll be happy here for once.”

He gasped in awe, watching as white sparks traveled around, turning into thousands of colors. They whizzed around the land, touching the ground making a rainbow of colors transform the empty grounds, producing grass, trees, flowers, plants, and multi-colored huts. Corrupten felt tears fall down his face, seeing new colors that he hadn’t ever seen in his life. Soft grass covered his bare feet, him slowly sitting down touching the texture he hadn’t felt ever. The Goddess sat down next to him, smiling softly.

“Nice isn’t it?” His nod made her beam, seeing him happy brightening everything around the two. She noticed him looking at his arm with a frown, the color making him upset.

“... Do you really not like your color…?” “No.. I don’t like being gray, or at least just gray- I wish to be more than just one color.” Purel had an idea, softly holding his hand. A blush crossed his face, as softly darker colored magic came out of her hands. He looked in wonder as the colors transformed his body, his grey lifeless body changing to black. His eyes and hair stayed the same color, while his clothes changed to colored robes. He felt his entire life lighten, as a soft tune began playing in the land. “You won’t ever be alone again Corrupten.” Purel promised, as she softly held his hands. He looked into her eyes, smiling brightly.

As time went on, she also gave him the power to create. He made individuals of thousands of colors, the world forming into districts, as they made their home where the land had first come to life.

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They called it Paradise.

The two fell in love, closer than anyone before or after. They had a kid, a beautiful purple colored shape, the first to look that way. They called them Corr, and soon enough made other shapes like him, a kingdom of shapes called Corres.

The three were honored, and loved by all. Then one day,,, a dark sludge crept into their house. It traveled through, attaching itself to Corrupten. He attacked Purel, her managing to avoid being killed. The sludge used the distraction to infect the land, and kill Corrupten from the inside. Purel was struck with intense grief, unable to live without her lover faded away, leaving behind only a gray body. The two were buried side by side, on a hill that was mostly surrounded by the sea, unless the tide was low then others could walk up to their graves and pay respect.

One day, the shapes noticed two small sprouts appearing from their graves, one pure white and one pure black. In a matter of only a month, they transformed into full blown trees, identical in everything but color. The trees were Corrupten and Purel, them having reached a godly state, able to use the trees to continue living. The trees, were named Treeangles.

The land became a safe place for both Pures and Corrupteds.

But soon enough, that changed for the worse.

3 main lords, and 7 others that became known as the Corrupted lords changed the way Pures perceive Corrupteds forever.

They were taken over by a disease known as Corruption.

The ability to change and control someone... That power would go into anyone's head.

Most of their names were lost to history, as most didn't want to remember them, and they didn't have as much of a lasting impact.

But 3 names stuck, and became feared all through out the land.

Ephixa the Killer, Tinnitus the Torturer, and Dyroth the Destroyer.

This is where we truly start our story. The tale of the 8 heroes, 4 Pures 4 Corrupteds, and the tyrants.

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