(OLD) Breaking Point

Prologue

A dark gray mist followed Guest 666 through the bleak, seemingly abandoned town of Friendly. It was the dead of night, not a single star in sight. Guest 666's laugh echoed through the lifeless city, their remaining citizens cowered within, as the vengeful Shadow King had descended upon them like a waking nightmare. The ominous mist was as cold and dense as the dark debts of the ocean, not a single stray of light broke through. As the vengeful god made his way through the desolate city, he couldn't help but notice the significant change from when he was last a mortal. The once booming town was now a shell of its former self. The icy mist twisted and curled around him like a vicious serpent conjured by his dark magic. The residents were all paralyzed by the sight of the fallen guest himself. Never in their wildest dreams would they see the day where the Shadow King would fulfill his promise.

And it shook them to their very core.

The piercing, dangerous mist left a trail of destruction in its wake, black like tar and putrefying. At last, Guest 666 made his way through the city's center. A disgraceful reminder of the admins who cared nothing for its vulnerable and suffering citizens. A painful reminder of the admins who did absolutely nothing to protect the blood shed from their victims. He turned towards the large stone statue of Builderman and tilted his head.

A man full of false promises. A man full of hypocrisy. A man who, even in times of desperation, is willing to neglect those around him in order to protect his reputation.

Using his magic, he conjured long, dark, shadowy tendrils to assault the statue of the very admin who once gave him hope. Hope to change the world for the better. But back then, he was too naïve. He was too oblivious of what the world truly was. And yet, the mortals dare to call him the Devil?

Hate.

His magic is infused with it. And within that hate was a deep, penetrating sorrow. These mortals took the very thing he had lived for, and he was going to make everyone suffer. It was only a matter of time. Builderman knew that the Shadow King's return would be inevitable. Guest 666 saw it in his eyes all those years ago; it was the look of fear and dread. It was the look of not an all-powerful admin, but it was the look of a scared mortal whose completely and utterly powerless. It was the look of defeat.

A small smile etched its way onto the vengeful god's face as he looked at his magnum opus, nothing but pure destruction and anarchy at its wake. But it was too easy, Guest 666 realized. He wanted to make the admins truly suffer. To make Builderman fear him and him alone. He wanted to destroy everything that Admin had worked so hard to create because in the end, nothing matters. He wanted to ensure that this was something that they will never forget. And he will make sure of it.

Guest 666 turned his attention towards the frightened citizens. Some were alarmed while many could only cower. And it was ever so succulent. So utterly delicious. Their fear alone made the chaotic god lick his lips. He always knew that this shell of a city reeked with terror but never to this extent. And he could never been any more grateful.

Guest 666 let out a dark chuckle as he began to chant a spell: Per potestates lucis et obscurae, has omnes mihi animas vindico!

This was inevitable. All their horrid deeds will eventually get the better of them. And he couldn't be any more correct. The amount of sins these mortals had committed was astronomical. The ignorant residents of the desolate town all suddenly dropped onto the ground, clutching their heads and letting out bloodcurdling screams. They just now realized what was happening to them. Their tender, fragile flesh began to crack or morph into horrific variation of demons only found within the depths of nightmares. Many sprouted horns while others varied in size and skin. Their vertebrates, muscles, and nerves all cracked, morphed and rearranged in different positions, their agonizing screams not dying down. Black blood poured from their ears and mouths. This was music to Guest 666's ears. He loved seeing the mortals writhe and scream in agony. All under his mercy.

But was this too cruel? Are we any different than the Admins we despise so much? His conscious inquired. He had often thought about this whenever he inflicted pain onto the mortals. Yet, every time it was the same answer: No. Time and time again, the mortals have proven that they'll never learn from their mistakes; They'll be forever doomed to repeat history. It wasn't till he died when he finally realized that there is no saving the mortals. The robloxians are too far gone. And someone needs to save them.

At last the transformation was complete. The mortals all looked at their new corrupted forms and weeped. They're now cursed to follow Guest 666's bidding for all eternity. Nothing more than mere slaves.

The day of reckoning is upon Robloxia. The fallen guest feels a darker entity approaching. May Admin have mercy on these mortals.