The difference between ACT I, and ACT X

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Published on August 3, 2022 7:11:40 PM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ja-rCZV7xNU

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These are small summaries to help give an idea of how and what happened. If we look at it from a novel-wise perspective, think of them as chapters of the first book in a trilogy.


ACT I:
It was when Xirath first gained consciousness. They didn't know how old, nor did he know how long he'd been out for. They couldn't remember anything either, at least about themselves. He wandered through various biomes, trying to find out who he was. However, every village, and every person he came across only seemed to fear him. They'd run away, or become hostile. It confused him, but their fear only gave him the determination to find peace with them.

ACT II:
When Xirath first encountered snow. The cold and frosty biome appealed to him, however they couldn't get their head close to anything, as his horns would melt the snow. They shrugged it off, and began trying to settle down in the quiet area.

ACT III:
Xirath began growing annoyed of people not understanding what he meant, as they told him over and over that thousands of years had passed since the gods fall, but to him, it was merely like yesterday. He wrote books, many books, trying to piece together what he could remember.

ACT IV:
They began constructing a sort or basement in the home he had already built. He stored books of magic, enchantment, spell books, and so on, in their own area. His memories they decided to store in a different place, more, secure. They didn't want anyone to look through them before he himself had figured out the meaning behind them.

ACT V:
Xirath ran into 2 people. Haisdiu, and Lazarus. They for once didn't appear hostile to him. Just, different. He didn't care much for it, and saw them as friends. He had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

ACT VI:
He was finally finishing up this bigger, almost library base of his, and began piecing together more of his memories. They'd come to him as flashbacks, dreams, and even nightmares. It made him curious, as the regular demon species didn't have such extraordinary memory, nor lifespan.

ACT VII:
An odd person entered his library, calling out a strange name. "Azar". They had never heard of it, but that this mysterious person came into HIS territory, and he didn't that well. They grabbed a weapon, and ran to confront this person. He was simply fooled, and knocked unconscious.

ACT VIII:
When they regained consciousness again, they were somewhere else. He was surrounded by black walls, with engravings of various figures. Butterflies, dragons, and humans. It seemed odd to him. So did this person. Aztoz, he called himself. Xirath refused to believe anything he said, and just wanted to leave.

ACT IX:
There was no escape. This place he was trapped in, was a fortress buried deep within the Nether Realm. They'd have to go through the extreme hell of a realm this place was, and find his way back home again when he finally got back to the overworld. He was desperate enough to try.

ACT X:
This otherwise sweet person he was, perished, as they with the sword in their hand were covered in blood. Monster after monster, species after species, they murdered, in the attempt of reaching back home. Their noises, their screams. It awakened memories, unpleasant ones, who were some of the last pieces he was missing. It all made sense.

ACT XI:
They made it. The portal, he found it. After so long, he was back in the overworld. No more torture, no more pain. Just fresh air. They kept stumbling, tired and worn out. Still with his clothes dripping blood, he continued wandering. The sun hurt his eyes, and this immense hunger only made it worse.

ACT XII:
Finally, Xirath stood on the doorstep to his house. Their vision was blurry, and it almost felt like he was about to pass out. As he passed by the river to try and wash his jacket from the worst of the dried blood, he noticed something. Their reflection. It felt unreal. They no longer looked like himself. He was no longer the same.

ACT XIII:
Xirath began losing his appetite, and just kept focusing on writing. They had to understand. Who knows how many years he had now spent on this, they had to know how it all ties together. He no longer slept, or ate, or event left to go outside. They needed to know.

ACT XIV:
They lost all contact to Haisdiu and Lazarus. No one knew where he was. They kept wandering around their library, writing book after book, piecing together this story. Everything was confusing. The gods were apparently bad, and therefore the humans tried to fight them. He understood nothing. Especially Azar. They couldn't understand who that was, nor what happened to that god. Only when he first began looking through the various materials they had taken with them from that fortress, did he begin to understand.

ACT XV:
It all made sense now. Everything. All of these memories, all of those events. All that pain and suffering. It was the price of his knowledge. These pieces were the past of Azar. The Lord of The Nether, God of Fire. HIS OWN PAST.

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