Morgo walked through Estolad, strolling leisurely, ignoring the nasty glances of people walking near him. 'Racist pigs!' Morgo thought, spitting on the ground, 'Some people can be really judgemental just because of someones race. But I do fit the stereo type quite well,' Morgo thought, with a grin upon his face.

He walked into the Kamia Inn. He was greeted by many tables and chairs, with only a few patrons occupying it. Their was a bar counter, along with stools, with several customers sitting their. Their was a fat man wiping out the glasses, standing behind the counter.

"Hey Ted! Can you get me another Ale?" a man asked across the room, and immediately, the bartender said, "Sure thing," and rushed over with a glass in hand. Morgo sat in back, sitting on the rickety chair.

He leaned back leisurely, his chair touching the back of the corner. Ted came up, and offered him a drink. Morgo smiled politely, glad the man had the courage to come up to an orc. "No thank you, but I would like perhaps,ummm some milk?" Ted gave a confused smile, then said, "No problem," Soon, a glass of the white liquid arrived at his table.

Morgo was awaiting his new friend, Saeborn. He leaned back, sipping his drink casually, waiting for his friend to arrive.

Later that day Saeborn walked into his room to retrieve his gold to pay for a drink at the local inn. Then he walked through the inn to the back to find his good partner in chaos. When he sat down he yelled for the bartender and ordered a glass of water. Then he started to talk to Morgo about what had happened the day before with the foolish man who walked into their training space.

Morgo listened intently to Saeborn's talking. He laughed, and faced him, smiling. "That fool was just asking for death. He challenged me," Morgo chuckled. He ignored the strange glares he was recieving, for he was enjoying his time with Saeborn.

"He challenged me, and that is the worst mistaske anyone can make. I am the biggest threat in history, I deserve to be the best," he said, starting to raise his voice. He quickly caught himself, and a few patrons got up and left.

"You and me, we shall win. We have the power to destroy, to rule, to kill," Morgo pounded his fist on the table, and scowled at the fools who looked at him strangly. "I feel that this is the begining of a beautiful friendship," he said truthfully, laughing at his new partner in Chaos.

Saeborn chuckled at the fact of how he used to be good and how he felt all of the evilness running through his body. He suddenly felt the need to kill. Saeborn took his staff and carved his name and Morgos into the table and labled them as the chaotic brothers. In that moment he closed his eyes and had a flash back of how he and his dad would play catch and when he would see things moveing in the trees and we would have to run home and hide in the undergroung shelter he had decided to build. His dad would refuse to tell him what the creatures were and what they wanted with him. His dad would always kneel to the ground and listen to it rite before the things in the trees would come. Still to this day he never knew what it was his dad was talking about. When he got home and always before he went into the underground shelter he would always have to take a bath in a special water. The true reason he was in the library was because he was doing research on what thoes creatures were that were in the trees. One day when the boy went out to the hill he found his dads staff which he took with him when the gaurds took him from his family. He never found out what happened to his dad but he swore to himself that he would make whoever did it pay. Then he opened his eyes and found himself back at the bar with his good evil friend Morgo. At that moment he felt rage run threw his body and he felt the need to kill once again. Then he sugested to Morgo to go into town and commit a murder.

Morgo laughed with a grin, placing his hand on his stomach. He was glad that his ally was fully embracing his dark side, not resisting the true nature of his being. Morgo explained to Saeborn his true thoughts. "I think everyone is evil on the inside, they just don't admit it. They cover their truth with 'rightousness'. A good person would be more than willing to kill a murderer, but in the eyes of someone truely rightous, killing is absolutly unacceptable," he said, anger and fury in his voice.

He then addressed his proposal, "YES!" he roared, ignoring the even more looks of the patrons. He quited his voice and said, "Were and who?" he asked, a sadistic grin upon his face.

Chuckeling he thought about who he wanted to kill. Since he had no luck finding anything about his dads kidnappers or the creatures in the trees he decided to folow a gaurd home after his shift and go on from there. Saeborn thought it would be a blast killing thoes poor innocent fools but deep down in his heart he did not care and he laughed so hard his water rippled in his clear glass cup.

Morgo looked at Saeborn and agreed. He told him, "Meet outside his house, tonight," pointing to a nearby guard. He waited outside his house, awaiting his friend. He had discovered some information of the guard.

One: he was married. That meant one kill for each. They could both share in the fun. Morgo wanted to kill, not let Saeborn do it all himself. Two: They were both asleep, and would probably stay that way. The women was a dishwasher, the husband a guard, so both were pysacally demanding, leaving them drained after the 15 hour work day.

Morgo waited patianetly for his Brother of Chaos.

At Saeborns room he ran to get his staff and his spell book and then he ran downstairs to the front of the gaurds home as Saeborn watched the gaurds wife comeing home from work curseing at her boss. Then he saw the gaurd come home drenched from the black and stormy day that had happened. Then he saw Morgo hideing and Saeborn ran up to him and told him about how he saw the wife and the gaurd come in exausted from a long days work.

Morgo chuckled and faced him. "I'll take the wife, and the key is......misery," he said, giving his advice with a sadistic grin, sharp teeth gleaming with a malicious shine. He launched a small bolt of lightning at the door, making a hole above the knob. He reached his hand through the hole, and opened the door from the other side.

Morgo walked down the hall, and into the bedroom of the sleeping coulple. He grabbed the sheets, and quickly tied them. They attempted to scream, but he gagged them. He started by carving the womens lips off, causing massive bleeding.

The man had an exhausted look of suffering on his face, watching his wife in major misery. Morgo finished her off by chopping of her toes and fingers, leading her to bleed to death. He faced the guardsmen, "My friend will deal with you," he said, bashing the man in the gut with his fist.

At the inn that Saeborn was staying in he sharpened the end of his staff so you would bleed to the touch. First Saeborn grabed the gaurds hands and dug out the veins in the gaurds hand and cut them indevidually. Then Saeborn grabbed the mans arm and broke them both. Then he took the tip of his staff and gorged out his eyes. Then he cut of his middle fingers and slit his throat and the man fell dead to the floor.

Morgo laughed as the man screamed in pain. "Why, Saeborn! I underestimated you! Your skill in torture....." he stumbled on his words, looking for the right one, "Your skill in misery is poetic. Misery loves company, not true. Us true beings of perfection, we make misery, in our pleasure. " Morgo laughed.

He serioused up and said, "Whatever you do, don't deny yourself this, kill without mercy, and don't let anyone get in your way," he said, patting his companion on the shoulder.

Saeborn laughed and stared dirrectly at what he had done. Then he took the table cloth and wiped the blood off of his hands and face. Then he went back upstairs and spilled oil all over the room from the oil lamp and then lit the oil and then screamed for morgo to run and if they got lucky it would catch the neighbors house on fire.

Morgo had severly underestimated this man. Soon, oil and gas was over the house, covering it. With a fire, it would practically explode. Morgo knew what to do. Focusing his mana to his fingertip, he pointed it directly to the house, and a small spark came forth, protruding magically.

Soon, the entire house was engulfed in flames. Morgo beckoned to Saeborn, "We need to get somewhere where we can watch, but not be discovered," He told him, and then swiftly walked behind the house, making sure Saeborn could see where he headed.

The house was in flames, and soon the others followed. Neighbors screamed, leaving their homes. Their lives were wrecked, past repair. All they had left was misery, misery and suffering.

Morgo thought of this, only causing him to laugh even harder. These mundane fools would have an interesting twist in their life, and they would have to try past the mundane to fix it. True, they most likely couldn't fix their lives, but they felt something different from the normal happiness. They felt anger. They felt misery. They felt corruption.

As the building started to be engulfed in flames Saeborn grabbed his wand of fire and put it up in the air and cast "Fire Strike" and at that moment the red gem at the top of the staff started to glow and then he pointed the staff at a house and then a huge pillar of fire fell on the home and shreiks of young children filled the air. Then Saeborn ran out of the town waiting for Morgo to come and watch the town burn.

Morgo watched the couple of houses burns, a few of them falling to ashes. Most of them stopped burning, several men with water stopped. But the damage was irreversable. Valubles and possesions were destroyed, families seperated. Morgo knew the damage was done.

He walked to Saeborn and proposed an idea to his companion of chaos. "We should train, and who better to train on? Ethari Xilophent. We shall slay the fool, and get stronger in the process," he said, raising his mace in a violent gesture.

"I know he saved you from me when I attempted to kill, you and again, I'm so sorry, but I had no control over myself. Show this fool that you are changed. He mocked you by trying to save you, thinking you couldn't take care of yourself. We will kill him," Morgo said.

He egerlly waited to hear Saeborn's response, hoping he was evil enough to kill his savior.

At the thought of Morgos sugestion Saeborn thought trembled. Then he realized how much he had gotten and how Morgo barely lost when two people were attacking him. Then he realized he could take them. As Saeborn grinned his fire rod glowed a bright red and he replied to Morgo and said he would help him kill Ethari.

Morgo laughed sinesterly, glad that his new ally was willing to help. Ethari Xilophent, one of his fiercest rivals. They had fought before, only to have Morgo defeated. Xilophent always managed to keep a step ahead of the orc, growing faster stronger.

But recently, he had grown. He learned new abilities, new training from the goddess, and more power. He was capable of more, new spells, stronger minions, more mana. All of this was his, he was strong. He had the power to crush the angel, stomp him beneath his foot.

He recalled one fight with him. They were in the training arena, and Morgo had the angel in a ring of fire. He did a good amount of damage to him, only to be blinded, and getting a major amount of damage back. Luckily, the blinding was only temporary. If it was permanent, Morgo's career as a Chaotic Gladiator was over.

Come to think of it, Morgo had made enemies with more than one angel. Zenith Meria, another foe. It seemed that he met angels where ever he went! And were ever angels were, fights would follow. 'Hmm, angels are such warmongers!' he thought. He had been defeated by Zenith before, but had done damage as well. Morgo clenched his fist in fustration, upset about his constant defeats.

Victory was his only option. He would not settle for defeat, not again. And this battle would be to the death. He wouldn't retreat, he wouldn't allow Ethari to retreat. Only by incapitating Morgo could Ethari manage to escape his fury. And Morgo wouldn't die easily, not while there was blood to spill and chaos to spread.

This time wouldn't end in defeat. He had an ally, a powerful one at that. Together, Ethari Xilophent's days were numbered.

Saeborn thought it was a great idea. He felt something deep down in his gut that wanted to not hurt the angel that helped him defeat his new friend Morgo. But then again he felt like doing it anyways. Then he told Morgo that it was all going down at the battle stand in florida.