The night was dark and silent, the stars twinkling in the sky above. The moon illuminated the landscape with a faint, eerie glow. On the horizon, a thunderous rumble echoed in the distance. It was the sound of death, of destruction, of something dark and terrible rising from the depths.
The people of the village knew it was coming, they could feel it in their bones. They had heard the stories of the undead, stories of the zombi, stories of monsters that would come to devour the living. But they had never seen one, not until now.
The zombi appeared in the village square, a twisted figure shrouded in darkness. Its flesh was rotting and its eyes glowed with a malevolent light. It was a creature from beyond death and it had come to take their souls.
The villagers gathered together and called out for a hero. From the shadows stepped a figure, tall and strong, his long hair pulled back in a sweeping braid. He was dressed in a shimmering silver armor and carried a greatsword in one hand. His eyes were like ice, cold and hard.
This was Raffael, the warrior-king of legend. He had been summoned by the villagers to protect them from the zombi and its unholy army. He raised his sword and spoke in a deep, commanding voice: “I will not let the darkness of death consume this village!”
Raffael fought against the zombi and its minions with ferocity and skill. He cleaved through their ranks with his greatsword, slicing through their corrupted bodies like a hot knife through butter. The villagers watched in awe as he fought, giving them hope that he might be their savior.
But even Raffael’s strength was not enough to defeat the zombi and its minions. As he fought, more and more of them swarmed into the village, overwhelming him with their numbers. In desperation, he called upon the gods for assistance.
Suddenly, a blinding light filled the sky and with it came an army of angels, led by the archangel Michael. The angels descended from on high and with them came a horde of undead warriors to join Raffael in his fight against the zombi.
With this newfound strength, Raffael and his army of angels and undead warriors were able to defeat the zombi and its minions. The villagers were saved from certain death and hailed Raffael as their hero and savior. He had restored peace to their lands and they thanked him with all they had; food, money and prayers of thanksgiving.
Raffael accepted their gratitude and bade them farewell as he returned to his kingdom. He had fulfilled his destiny as a warrior-king, but his work was not yet done. He still had many battles to fight, many monsters to vanquish before he could rest easy knowing that his people were safe from harm.
His legacy, however, would live on in the hearts of those he had saved. He would be remembered as a great hero who had sacrificed himself for the good of others, a man who had stood up against evil and triumphed against impossible odds.
And though his story may have ended there, his memory will live on forever in the hearts of those he had saved.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
