The Thousand Years of Darkness

The Erebus Dei is cold. A huge void of shadow. The only light came from a terrifying source: A gigantic eye, scarlet and wreathed by swirling red clouds. It had no pupil but a baleful beam of red light issued from it.
Illuminated under the eye was a female, robed in black with light blue hair.
Ifurita, the Weapon, High Priestess of the Dark God spoke.
"My Lord, My Master, the Time has come. Your enemies will be revived anew to this earth. A thousand years has passed since your victory."
And a Great Voice, terrible as the one who spoke rumbled like a storm:
A THOUSAND YEARS OF PLANNING. THEY HOLD THE KEY TO MY RELEASE. I HAVE WAITED LONG FOR THIS, WHAT DOES A FEW MORTAL YEARS COMPARE? SEARCH FOR THE ONE WHO SHALL BE BORN WITH THEM. SEARCH FOR MY CHAMPION.
Ifurita knelt lower as the apparition shrunk. The she stood. The Weapon flew out of the Temple and atop the tallest spire of Dol Guldur, Tower of Sorcery. The Dark City lay before her, and for the first time in a thousand years, the people of the City, bound by flesh and blood to the Dark God tumbled out of its streets en mass.
Ifurita raised her voice.
"Today, our Lord, Our Savior, the Lord of all Darkness rescued us from the clutches of the Light!"
A small blue beam shot down from the heavens and impacted in Area 49.
"Today we celebrate a thousand years of conquest!"
The Warriors of the Light, sworn enemies of Zenevas had returned.
"Today we celebrate a Thousand Years of DARKNESS!"
And as the High Priestess spoke, from the heavens above Dol Guldur, a beam of ruby red light blasted downwards and hit the top most spire. And from it, it dispersed downwards, lighting up the entire metropolis in a harsh glow of red light.
A thousand years of Darkness. And in the city, a mother toppled over sideways. Dead from starvation. Clutched in her cold arms was a bundle. A burden she received from a bolt of red light, a bolt that had transferred from one woman to the other since a thousand years ago. Now its purpose had been fulfilled. The bundle stirred. And then it cried. The Seed of Shadows was here.

The gates suddenly opened as three men entered dressed with a cloak, feat for a goat and a tail of a scorpion. It was the Titan King's army personnel.

The three of them speaks,
"We bring word from the Titan King himself, a Civilization long forgotten shall once again be known. This race is far more superior from neither sides, not more than a billion but more than. Gargantuan in size ready for any types of battle, a race of superior might and near invlunerability. But a diplomatic solution shall be forged from now on. Defend the kingdom and it's weapon from now on, for King Samael shall confront with this creatures. We shall press on..."

The three then steps backward and walks away.

Arakutype entered the scene with the use of a portal. He watches the crowd and the priestess of the Dark God. Arakutype noticed the creatures that approached. They seemed that they were the servants of the Titan King. The blob was on a rooftop. He quickly morphed and turned invisible from normal eyes.