The Trails of Pandemonium begins many years ago, with the birth of the
Midnight Age. Everyones memories of the past shrouded in darkness and
the world in much chaos. Corrupted officials arise to the higher ranks
of mortals, while those who followed evil, chaos, and despair had to
hide their true identities. True evil, those who believe in the purest
forms of evil, not corruption, had no one to look to. There was no place
evil can stay, so we hid ourselves. Many people tried to change, to bend
their way to the righteousness. Others did not believe how they were, so
they imitated others. Others just did not do anything, they did not
know. While others, like myself, begun organizing the plan of the
future, the spreading of chaos and evil all around. Through time, the
tools of evil begun to shape us to our future, carving our weapons,
minds, and spirits with the hatred of the chaos and despair. Our ways
shadowed that of how we truly were, but we were smart enough to not show
our true form.

After my return from my very long absence, a man approached me and said
he wished to teach some people a lesson and together, we begun planning
out. After a few years of no progress, he disappeared, but I still felt
strong about my opinions, but I just did not want to teach a few people
a lesson, I wanted to teach everyone that opposed us a lesson. So I,
myself, begun planning even harder and working harder to spread my
ideals, a few people were interested, others did not want me to waste
their time. Hatred burned through me, pushing me farther though what I
had believed, a dark abyss of no progress. After awhile, I gathered all
my thoughts and told the people what I believed. Many people listened
and took it in, but most people thought I was crazy to even try this.
That no one would follow me, that Im just useless and would never amount
to anything. It seemed like the world was crashing around me, everywhere
I turned I got kicked or bit, or just pushed back. I began to think I
wouldnt accomplish anything, in fact I thought I knew I wouldnt. Until
finally, after a series of skirmishes and kicks, I re-found my hatred,
and it burned even harder within me. The simple idea of the
righteousness not bending itself to aide a darkened mind when they had a
common enemy, while the darkened minds adapted to the righteousness, but
the righteousness could not commit. This new found hatred, re-awakened
my chaotic, desperation, and darkened thoughts to take over all my other
thoughts. Evil had flooded over me, anger was my common thought, revenge
whipped me from both sides to wreck havoc upon my enemies.


I preached this new hatred to many people, even more people listened to
me, some agreed to help me, while others waited to see what I could do.
They mustve seen how hatred, revenge, chaos, evil, despair and anger can
swarm together to create one mind. I got help from unexpected sources,
people I thought Id never trust and that would never help me, but here
they are, aiding me to overcome the impossible. We begun this group, the
Spirits of Pandemonium, born of hatred, bred of evil, carved by chaos,
to create the world of pure evil, where even the brightest areas be the
darkest of the night. Even the ones who call themselves, "evil," will be
taught a lesson of what "evil" really is. Those who claim to be "evil,"
have never seen evil like this. Pure hatred forging our weapons, chaos
running through our veins and despair beckoning our thoughts.

The faintest star shines tonight, as the darkened purge burns within us
and comes forth to unleash havoc upon the world.


-Van Laurn

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chakros, in the year 128 MA.