Deliver Us From Oblivion

Young girl and grown man join forces to fulfil their personal quests while constantly running away from a demonic deranged huntress.

Fantasy
Adventure

It was a virgin world. Untainted by any cruel or evil forces, unnoticed and protected from their interests. A perfect, peaceful land lacking in war, illness, disease, and hatred. A world of dreams and love. But dreams happen in a single night. A single, fleeting, silent night. It's lifespan is dependent on the slumbering individual. Even so, only a quarter of it is remembered for it's time before being forgotten and discarded. And then it awoke.

This land, under consistent watch from a benevolent, loving force, had been exposed to it's first evil. Although no one knew this would happen, it was an inevitable fate for these unfortunate denizens. Unprepared. Unwilling. Woeful. Desperate. Terrified. Any chance of combating this evil was futile, for these people were raised and sheltered by sinless peace, not ruthless war. It is said that the day the evil came was when the stars ran away. All the stars disappeared from the sky and never came back. The benevolent force that loved these people would never in a millennia let them suffer and swore to bring the stars back from hiding.

This force sent down an army of what was neither denizen or human, but weapons to fight the evil. It was a long, grating war. These weapons were to protect the denizens and conquer the evil, pushing it into caves and sealing them there to starve and rot. Despite a loving message of protection and assurance being sent over the land, many people fell to this evil. Few survived. Most did not. Those who did spread this evil like a disease to the pure denizens, and the world. For the first time since its birth, the peaceful land of dreams had been exposed to evil.

This did not deter the force, however. These were its people, its children almost. It will make every last evil disappear for their sake. Into the ground, it planted a seed. An Azalea flower would bloom once all the evil in the land has been eradicated. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century, and so and so forth, the evil gradually dwindled to a lowly darkness in the corner of a lit room. But even after all this time, even after diligently and patiently exterminating every last bit of this forsaken evil darkness, its influence had tainted this force's children. Committing atrocities, living for evil and pain, forgetting the love and dreams they used to bask in, almost all its children had fell victim to this cruel evil. But the force had hope.

When every last demon would perish in their caves, the evil would slowly but surely die. This would require more waiting, more patience, but the force was willing to wait. Not any amount of time would create rage in the force. But then a prophecy was spoken. One never heard. One never planned. A demon. Of pride and determination. Would wait tens of thousands of years more for its freedom. And once earned will wreak havoc on this world like it was born to.
And thus, The benevolent force,
had a plan.

It's very medieval, but there is one discrepancy in the form of a peculiar pair of clowns.

Unless magic is involved, everything is in order.

It's very different from usual magic which is very annoying but weh.

This needs to be updated hooooly crap.
This whole thing is way too old and needs some sprucing up that lore is outdated asf. Seriously its been like three years it aint like that anymore.