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SKULL DE MORT The Cloud Arcobaleno
Bruise And Bitemarks
Once A Great King, Now He Lives With His Sins
Atlantis was a beautiful floating city in the sky. It was a perfect utopia. It was very advanced in mechanic and scientific revolution. They where millions of years more advanced than humans could even comprehend. Atlantis was very beautiful, a city of marble and shining jewels and gems. Atlanteans were very proud of their shining city. And that pride was the very reason for the fall.
See Atlantis would have never reached such advancements if it wasn't for the Old Gods. They gift the Atlanteans with the gift of knowledge, wisdom, ability, and power; that no other race had. The Atlantean race had been a favorite of the Old Gods.
And that was the very reason that Atlantis float above the earth. The Gods had wanted their chosen children closer to them. They had gifted the city with a precious stone. It lifts the city from the ground it had rest own and float millions of miles above the ground. It also protected the city and all her citizens from harm. It made it where they could breathe in the high altitude. It wraps the city in a protective barrier.
But slowly over they forgot about the Gods. They forgot about the magic of the world. The monthly sacrifice and rituals slowly became bi-monthly, then every six months, then yearly till they stop altogether.
The royal family who job it was to appoint a priest and priestess no longer did it. They considered it nonsense; there was no God. Everything existed because of Science. It all was built. It all had a reasonable answer for its existence.
The Gods gave them many warning. Countless chances to correct their wrongs. Natural disasters became more common. Uncurbable diseases spread threw out the kingdom. The Gods even sent a vision to five different royals. They either knock back as nightmares; or when they gave the king their warning they were declared insane and thrown in prison. They gave the king one last warning, yet they where just laugh at.
So the Gods slowly began to corrupt the stone. The stone slowly over time began to break away. The once bright purple glow began to fade. Nobody knew what to do but they knew their city was falling from the sky. The city was in a panic.
Then one day it finally happened. The floating city became to fall down to the sea below rapidly. Finally after years of being forgotten the Gods where remembered. As the Atlanteans fell they prayed to the Gods. But their prayer fell on deaf.
The Old Gods were all dead. You see a God can only exist if they are believed in. Their power is based around their worshipers. That was why they were so angry with the Atlanteans forgetting about them.
There was only one Goddess left and she was dying. But she took pity on the people. And with her dying breath, she used the last of her energy she blessed the stone one last time. It was just enough to wrap a protective barrier around the city, but the city was still falling. And it sunk beneath the ocean. And there it is even today.
But the Atlanteans have done what they know to do best. They have adapted and change to suit their surrounding. They are now what we know as Sirens. And their king is Vladimir Minos. And he lives with the remainder of the fall. His once blond hair and emerald green eyes have changed to a vivid violet purple.
Vladimir lives with the reminder every day of what a failure of a king he was. It was his fault that so many of his people; who put their trust into them are dead. He lives knowing that his selfish pride is the reason his kingdom is under the ocean. He changes his name from Vladimir Minos to Skull De Mort. It is his reminder of what a failure of a king he was. And he vowed to never put anything above the safety of his kingdom and his people
This is the story of Skull De Mort the Siren King.
Vladimir ruled the floating city, Skull ruled the sunken city.