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This is the story that Jaquio: Angel of Death is based on. Keep in mind that the game is not a direct representation of the story, but there are overlapping scenes, dialogue, locations and characters. This is only a sample; all chapters have been chopped and truncated. The entire story will not be released, however, I'll continue to share snippets of the book as I release updates of the game.


Jaquio: Angel of Death
Author: DRXeno
(Page 5)

-==Chapter 3==-

On a street several miles north of the church and far to the west squatted a motel. It was nearly midnight. Jaquio laid on his bed, wide awake, dwelling on everything that had happened to him in the past few days. What does it do? he asked himself approaching the golden weapon.

He stood, spinning the object between his fingers, examining its intriguing carved patterns. On one side, there appeared to be two worlds overlapping each other. Looking at this design brought a smirk on his face. One world was obviously much smaller and was shaded black. On another side, people settled upon their knees; their arms were stretched towards the heavens, obviously worshiping something or praying. He turned the Mallogen over, to see bones piled up to the sky. Two sides were fashioned in this manner. He flipped the devise to the right, to the most mysterious side of them all. On this side, people flew towards the heavens on a backdrop of clouds and sun rays extending from the blazing sun. And a heart broken in three sections was engraved on the final side. I wander what this all means. His thoughts were interrupted with a low shivering growl that blended briefly with the wind and then faded away. He stopped and looked around the room. The sound had been so transient that he couldn't even be sure he hadn't imagined it. Then panic gripped him. He felt uncomfortable. There was a melodious consort as the weapon rose from the palm of his hand into the air. It began spinning slowly counter clockwise, gradually gaining speed. A clear light filled the room.

Jaquio stammered backwards. Wind buffeted him with vengeance. Papers flew into the air entering a meager tornado that quickly evolved into a black whirlwind of hell. Following them were the sheets from his small, yet comfortable bed, followed by the pillows, then chairs.

What's happening!? He held tightly to the corner of a window pane. The music played louder and the light all about the crude room glowed like amethysts. Jaquio could feel his fingers slipping from the ends of the window pane. Sweat dripped from his forehead and a great wail escaped his mouth as he entered the stellar worm hole.

Jaquio felt agonizing pains thunder through his body. His eyes opened slowly as if apprehensive to see its surroundings. What the hell happened? Where am I?

Looking around, he realized he was imprisoned inside a turbid chamber. Ahead, lied a range of low arches, descending, passing on, and descending again, arriving at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused the flambeaux to glow rather than flame.

"Get over here!" demanded an oddly shaped being, covered from head to toe in black. Jaquio followed without resistance. Now, he stood waist to waist with a broad shoulder, solidly built man, whose body was covered with scars, and clothes withered into rags. Even while battered, this stranger held his head high and walked fearlessly down the long, dark aisle. The two men were marched into a larger, darkened room. Their heads were forced on the part of the table known best by the executioner.

Fear had not stricken Jaquio, but he could feel it building. What's going on?

Nonchalantly hovering over the stranger and sternly holding an axe over his head, an executioner flung his axe down swiftly. Jaquio's eyes widened, and then the axe fell clattering over the stranger's chains. Turning around, the executioner plunged the axe blade into the stomach of an appalled guard. The stranger and the executioner stared intensely at each other. Nodding his head, the man thanked the executioner and equipped himself with the sword of the fallen guard.

The two men ignored Jaquio's continuous pleas for help. Instead they rushed fiercely at five approaching guards. They advanced like lightening, coursing the ground with violent speed. It wasn't long before the guards were forced to lay lifelessly on the cold floor.

The executioner snatched the keys from one of the corpses and tossed them to his friend. "Free the slaves, Morak!" Jubilation energized the hearts of the prisoners as their chains tumbled to the ground.

With his head still on the table, Jaquio yelled, "You can't save all of them. But you can save me!"

The chains fell like trees. Running to Jaquio, Morak asked in bewilderment, "Why should I?"

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drxeno02
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05/17/2012 07:27 AM
This is the opening scene and introduction to another world called, Nilfheim. If you have played the first released demo, this would be the preceeding scene after the cutoff during the sewer events.

As far as the written portion of this story, I will be skipping many different scenes, dialogue and sequences. I would like to, instead, only introduce limited scenes and give exposure to some of the main characters you will meet in the game. So from this point forward, the written story is going to jump around fairly frequently from event to event. However, there will be enough of the story portrayed so that you can understand what to look forward to in game, and how the plot will unravel.
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