Darkness descended from the heaven, enveloping all beneath it. The forests, the mountains, the deserts. Nothing could escape the grip of shadow. Well, one thing could.

A perfect sphere of light interrupted the darkness, flashing intensely. The ball was pure light energy. The globe of light was about ten inches long. The light pulsed from the glowing ball, illuminating the forest scenery around. The light soon moved from the area, lighting other areas of the Sévalle Wood.

Light passed over the dark green forest terrain, revealing hordes of overgrown bugs. Beetles the size of dogs, Ants the size of teacups, and spiders the size of frying pans. They marched together, looking as if they were an army, invading the other insects.

Abruptly the light’s haste stopped, and light merged with shadow, forming a tall, towering figure.

Bugs scattered and fled from the large shadow of a person, crawling over one another in fear. The figure dug his spear into a particularly fat beetle that had been struggling to run away. The beetle’s blood and innards squelched horribly onto the surrounding foliage, staining the grass a dark crimson.

The figure that wielded the spear wore a long grey robe, as well as brown sandals. He was verging on bald, and had a light tan. But his eyes were the most grasping thing about him. His eyes were like deep tunnels. The black and white contrasted in his eyes and made him look very peculiar.

The shadow picked his spear out of the ground and wiped it with his hand, cleaning the beetle’s remains from the blade. He then strapped the spear to his back and broke into a fast jog. As he traveled he picked up speed, eventually sprinting through the forest. The tall figure was Kraton, Heaven’s Outcast.

He was in hiding, trying to escape whatever agents Hades or Zeus had sent after him. So far only Angels and Daemons had tracked him down, and Kraton had destroyed them easily. But he thought it would be soon when a more powerful foe would reveal itself to Kraton.

I am literally bounty, to Heaven and Hell. Kraton suddenly realized this as he spoke it in his mind. If there is a bounty for my head, then beast outside the limits of Heaven and Hell could quite easily claim it. Kraton increased his speed as he thought this, not knowing where he was going; just that he was going somewhere.

Abruptly the wind changed, alerting Kraton to his company. It was very dark, so the Angelic wings overhead were easily seen. Lector… Even Kraton’s thoughts were a growl when his mind focused on Lector.

Kraton knew Lector from his days after having learnt his heritage but before his journey to Hell. They had always rivaled each other, trying to best each other and earn acknowledgement. Kraton had always been stronger, faster and more powerful than Lector, leaving him bitter and hateful. He must have jumped at the chance to assassinate me. He thought, slightly amusing himself. He let his Daemonic power surge through him, turning him into a Daemon, larger than Lector.

The Angel had a grey glow to him, he obviously hadn’t mastered his Angelic powers yet. He was about six foot four inches, only slightly taller than Kraton in his human form.

“You shouldn’t have tried to defeat me Lector, I was always more powerful than you, and now I am even stronger.” The Daemon bellowed as he rose into the air, meeting Lector at the same height.

“Kraton… You have shamed yourself, you have shamed the Heavens, and you have even shamed Hell.” The Angel replied, sending a ball of light alongside his words, which narrowly missed Kraton.

“Power is no shame fool! I didn’t expect you to understand that though.” Kraton fired arrows of shadow at Lector, who cancelled them with a wave of holy light. The two forces met, resulting in an explosion of power. Light and Darkness ripped though the air, driving both Kraton and Lector down to the ground.

Both of them hit the ground, but Kraton rose first to find a human in front of him. The shadow must have converted Lector to his true form. Kraton stared at his own hands, they too, were human. Kraton gripped Bloodfury, his spear, tightly, and ran at the rising Lector. The exposed Angel stood in time to futilely grab the spear as it was thrust through his stomach.

“Urghhh…” Lector groaned for a moment, but as Kraton took his spear from it resting place, Lector stopped his moans and lay still and quiet. Kraton wiped the dark liquid off of the blade with disgust.

But a sudden light interrupted him. He stared into the dark sky, but pure white flames almost lit the whole sky. Flames of a God. Without hesitation, he left the fallen Angel and ran through the forest. He ran into a clearing, where more light could be seen. It was a spectacular sight, a large, circular building reflected the white flames, lighting up the area. Kraton didn’t stop and stare, he just ran towards the building, leaving his past behind him.

OoC: Huzzah, 'tis done.

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