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With his memories flooding back finally, Crix finally saw who he once was.
Crix had been a knight, though he couldn't remember how or when he became one. His life was dedicated to the destruction of evil and the punishment of the wicked. Thousands of battle scenes came rushing to his mind, and he remembered the dedication he had. How he longed utterly to rid the world of its darkness, and how hateful he was towards the wicked.
But the memory really worth noting was his encounter with the single most important person he had ever met.
Alexia.
It was winter, the ground was covered in a good foot of snow, and Crix had been riding for a few days. He loved the cold...he remembered that he always had. He was actually feeling relaxed when he passed a group of trees where he heard a commotion coming from. He quickly dismounted his black steed and swept into the trees to a strange sight.
There was a girl there, surrounded by bandits, but she wasn't afraid. She stood defiant, and when one of the villains attempted to grab her she quickly stabbed him in the gut, and threw him off. The rest made a motion to all attack at once but Crix drew his sword and rammed it through the spine of the man nearest him in the back.
His blood spilled over the white ground as Crix spoke to the group.
"All of you who remain here will find yourselves cut to ribbons. Anyone who does not wish for this place to become their grave, leave. Now."
As expected they charged Crix, who parried all of their attacks and hacked off limbs with almost inhuman speed. He executed them all one by one and then walked towards the girl, who held her short sword up at him.
"I'm not afraid of you." her blue eyes were full of fury.
"Nor should you be." Crix sheathed his weapon and knelt down. "Crix Manyix, Knight, at your service."
The girl looked at him, puzzled. "A knight? A real one all the way out here? Why do you look so...." She gestured towards Crix's armor, which was all a dark gray, with skull motifs doting it on the shoulders, chest, and knees.
"Its just the way I chose to make my armor. I'd rather strike fear into my enemies than look 'pretty.' I find it foolish."
She nodded. "Uh-huh...well thank you for that." She started to walk off when she heard his armor clank and he was next to her.
"Do you need an escort back? Or a ride?"
She glared at him.
"Look I can take care of myself! I don't need some knight in shini...well your armor isn't shining but I don't need any help."
So it was that she stomped off and Crix went back to his horse, and watched over her for the next few hours of her traveling, keeping his distance.
When she was almost back at her village a pack of wolves cornered her, and Crix rode up to help again.
"Oh dammit I KNEW you were following me!" She said to him while stabbing one of the beasts in the neck.
"Its part of my code, I couldn't just let you walk off like that." He said while cleaving a wolf in two as it leapt at him.
"Men." They finished the wolves and exhausted, she finally accepted a ride from Crix.
He stayed there for a while, getting to know her and the village, defending it from raiders at one point and slaying a monster that had wandered into town one night from the nearby forest.
Over time the girl, who's name he found out to be Alexia, finally warmed up to him and the two became friends. He stayed longer, and told her stories about his days as a knight, and even admitted to being exiled for his different ideals than the rest of his order. The two became very close. She was the only person that he had ever ever been able to talk to, and the only girl he had ever met that he had feelings for. Crix fell in love and eventually decided to never leave, and for a time Alexia and him were happy.
It snowed a lot there, and often people could see the two sitting up on a hill near the forest together. In the summer they laid out on her roof staring up at the stars.
Crix had found a home, and a life without violence for once.
This was short lived.
A man came staggering into town, wounded and shouting that an enormous group of bandits was approaching. Crix knew he was the only one who would be able to fight them off, and donned his old armor once again. The bandits had thought it was going to be an easy night, but as they threw themselves at Crix his brutal combat styles proved superior. He was enraged that anyone would disrupt his life here, somewhere so peaceful, and fought with a fury and brutality not yet seen even from the likes of him.
This called the attention of an ancient creature, who's name would later be known as Nexus. The incarnation of all brutality had been looking for a body, someone it could use as a puppet to travel the world and cause destruction. Crix was a perfect host, and as Crix became more and more violent, Nexus made his move.
Crix was fully possessed laughing and cackling with a voice not his own. His eyes became black with small white pupils, and he maimed and slowly killed all who attempted to flee in fear.
The townspeople had known Crix for a while, and seeing him like this frightened them, but they approached when he was finishing off the leader, twisting and pulling his sword from the mans chest. When he looked up at them they were shocked to see his expression of pure glee, and soon they themselves were under his blade.
With no remorse he cut them apart, people who had taken him in.
People who had trusted him.
People that had called him friend.
Finally he brought the blade down and someone blocked it, it was Alexia, weeping.
"Why are you doing this!? WHY!? I thought I knew you!"
Crix's left eye became normal again as he struggled for control. "Its...not me." He said through gritted teeth. "I don't know what this thing is, its controlling-"
"Shut up, you are a puppet, learn your place." The voice that came from his lips was not his own, but something otherworldly and horribly distorted. Crix then kicked Alexia back, who gasped for air as He almost brought his sword down on her, he was visibly fighting for control of his own body.
"Alexia I'm sorry...kill me."
"WHAT?!"
"I don't want this monster to live through me, I cant have it controlling me! Please...I love you, I don't want it to hurt you."
He brought the sword down in the dirt next to her and kissed her quickly. before the beast gained control again.
"Please, I love you." He had never told her that before. He had never been able to voice his real feelings towards this girl, the one person who made him happy. He was ashamed.
"I cant..." She was crying. "I cant do it to you, not you Crix."
"How sad." Crix kicked out at her again and dropped his sword.
"Im sorry to inform you that your in love with my new plaything. Well...I'm not REALLY sorry. I could care less." Crix's movement were jerky, but he still advanced on Alexia and lifted her up by the throat. His left eye was full of tears, and his possessed right eye glared hatred at her.
"He is MINE now, nothing more than a tool. Love is a weakness I don't want MY avatar to have, so tonight, love dies."
Crix lifted Alexia above his head, and knelt down. In his own mind Crix was screaming at this thing, knowing what it would do. He had done this to so many evildoers...it was wrong beyond imagination.
"Ill always love you Alexia." He whispered to her.
"I love you too Crix...goodbye." She too knew what was about to happen.
And with that he brought her down and broke her spine across his knee. He looked down at her, she looked peaceful now...the woman he loved killed by his own hands.
Crix roared to the heavens the most soul rending, heart broken cry that no one would ever hear. He felt immeasurable sorrow, and unending rage for this monster within him.
And he blacked out.
In the morning he awoke to the sounds of horses, and found himself looking up at his old order, who stared at him in disgust. They accused him of becoming a monster.
Becoming what they always knew he would be, evil. And that he would pay for killing these people in cold blood.
His rage was endless. His entire life spent saving people, and never really being appreciated for it. His very existence dedicated to the extermination of evil, and they dared accuse him of turning down that path.
That rage was all nexus needed.
His Grey armor warped and changed before the other knights eyes, becoming spikier and growing horns. The skulls on it grew to have large fanged mouths, and his chest had the grinning visage of some kind of monster with multiple eyes. His sword changed too, becoming a long black blade with a jagged tip.
He killed them. All of them. He crushed the final ones head under a boot and tried to gather himself. Too much had happened, and he didn't know what to do.
He had become a monster. But there was one thing he knew had to happen.
He dug Alexia a grave, and gather up as much rubble as he could for a grave marker. He slammed each piece together, and sheared them with his sword until it resembled a proper grave marker. He picked as many roses as he could find and left them on the tomb before leaving and not looking back.
She had always loved roses.
He could never go back to being a knight, not with what he had done. He would never forgive this beast, and he would never forgive himself for letting it possess him. His hands were stained with blood he would never wash off, so he decided to bathe in it. He would become evil, and destroy anyone in his path, good OR evil. He didn't care anymore.
He was just glad Alexia would never have to see what he had really become...