Tears of rain fell silently from heaven, dropping one by one, falling peacefully over darkness. One drop fell through light itself, reflecting itself and sparkling beautifully.

"Damn it!" A harsh voice growled through the night. The voice of Kraton, Heaven's Outcast.

He didn't know where he was, where he was going, or even what he was doing. All he knew was that darkness would restrict whatever it was he ended up doing. With that thought ringing in his mind, light pulsed out of him, exerting itself into a perfect sphere. The globe of light bobbled in the air, before shooting off in no particular direction.

Kraton was on the run. From Heaven. From Hell. Both Hades and Zeus were after the outcast. Never before had powers from both Angelic and Daemonic forces been constructed into one being. Anger and hate were not the reasons for Kraton's hunt. Fear was. Little did they know that Kraton had no idea of his own power, and certainly had no intent of overthrowing either of them.

Then Kraton noticed something courtesy of his light. A small imp, scuttling along the ground beneath him. Imp's were Daemonic minions. Hades? Kraton mused to himself. How could he have tracked me to here? I'll make sure that imp doesn't report back... The haste of the light halted and started to grow into the shape of Kraton's human form.

"Stop there imp," the outcast's bitter, harsh voice rung in the air, the imp stopped as a result.

"I don't have time mortal, I have errands to run that you could not possibly contemplate," the small green daemon spoke in a high pitched, wheezy voice that was filled with annoyance.

Kraton merely stood in the imp's way. "Try me." Kraton's mouth curled upwards slightly as the imp tried to avoid the Greek, but was blocked as Kraton lifted him up easily, bringing him to head height.

"Get off of me! I need to find some Daemon's quickly! if I don't my master might-" He started in a flustered tone.

"Daemons? Who is your master? Are you not one of Hades' minions?" Realisation spread into the outcast's final sentence.

"Certainly not! My master is Keldar, the almighty Daemon spawn!" The imp announced dramatically, as if introducing a ruler or emperor.

"Keldar...? Hmmm... take me to this Keldar, I may help him. The conditions will be sorted out later." He morphed as he spoke, into his Daemon form. He didn't wished to reveal his Angelic powers unless he was forced too, and if he didn't tell them of his Titan form... He might be able to surprise hidden enemies.

The imp spoke no more, but hurried off into the darkness. Kraton followed him, expecting the unexpected.

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