Long ago in the mists of ancient war of the devils, angels and the fallen angels. One of Asmodeus's son Marcus fell into, an endless abyss in one of the most devastating battles in the war that took place in hell after Marcus' delivering one of the most lethal attacks in all of that battle. Amongst the devil families, this action he took would always remember as one of the biggest turning points in the war. Marcus with no concern for himself used one of his's family most dangerous devil spells to protect his own and took out an archangel and several fallen angels in a single volley. But with this attack, he had weakened himself with the amount of magical energy need to pull off this heroic and noble act to protect other instead of himself first his magic was all but depleted afterward.

And before Marcus could regain enough magical strength he wasn't prepared when other enemies nor was he able avoid their group attack that destroyed one of his wings, and sent him tumbling into the dark abyss below them all. As Marcus felt himself falling; Somehow he could still make out the sounds of lives he'd saved screaming a battle cry to charge forward toward victory. For a brief moment, it gave a small amount inner peace if that was possible as dim energy flashes from spells began being launch overhead from one person at another and the noise of clashing weapons and armor. But soon he couldn't even see that and was only left with the knowledge that he may die this day, but maybe some of those he saved may help end this pointless war if they live to see another day.

Marcus could feel his body fall faster and faster; until eventually, the speed got so great the sensation of falling stopped as he begun to feel weightless inside the dark embrace of the abyss. And as he fell deeper into it; its radical pressures and utter chaos prevent him from regrouping any of his magic power to save himself from his fate. Soon he began to feel the searing pain of jagged pieces of brimstone cutting into his flesh as he must have drifted close enough to one of the walls of the abyss. He reaches out to try to catch himself only to find his hands being cut into ribbon instead of being able to hold onto anything. He came to realize this was his destiny to fall forever being cut and rip apart by the darkness all around him unable to do anything but experience every moment until he eventually died from the damage he was sure he receives before his corpse just continues on it travel he began. Being torn to piece until there was nothing to prove he even existed. This thought began to surface more with each painful gash against a wall or when he tried to think how long he been falling as the aspect of time was become fuse in this place.

How long ago was the battle; A day or two maybe more? And why couldn't he just focus and get little power to at least end this pointless existent, Where the only thing he could do is make a judgment on the action that brought him here. Those thoughts were literally driving him insane the longer he fell; He wanted this to end some way somehow. So he contemplates in praying to god at the next moment he was being carved by the jagged rock wall of his prison. Maybe with that, he could die and end this.

So he waited buying his time for one of those moments when he felt close to the end but as that moment appeared and he started a prayer. He felt more pain than he ever experiences in his existence as he slammed into some very solid in the darkness. But even as solid as it was he could feel it give under him as he sank into due to the speed he was traveling at. He felt every inch of his body creaked and cracked from the connection. Blood from arteries rupturing and his own bone shard ripping through flesh and organs; causing to spew blood from his mouth and open wounds. His eyes rolled to the back as he felt the end coming near if it was possible the darkness seems to get darker, but as he was about to accept this end a voice ran out in his head.

"Son of Asmodeus, Do you take this end so quickly like a sheep ready for the slaughter or will you show me the power of the first son of Asmodeus truly has. So I can see if you are truly worthy of the gift I may give you!"

Marcus spasm slightly but he turned his head and spit some more blood from his mouth before he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up. He could feel his body creek and muscles spasm even more if that was possible; But now as he was no longer falling he could regain some of his magic to aid him in standing for the moment. He could not see much of anything except for the darkness, and if it was possible, that was also getting darker. So he knew his time was running out, but all of sudden he eyes focused on a faint but melodious aura flickering in the distance. His feet felt heavy, but he moved towards it and as he did he heard the voice laugh this angered Marcus. To be look down on and laugh at was something he found more unacceptable than the attack that sent him to this place.

"Ahhh poor prince or is it, princess… a little laugh makes his ire get up to fight but since your using your magic to stand and walk; A small devil child would be more of a threat to an earth realms ant than you are to me at this moment in time if time were relevant in the abyss."

This infuriated the proud devil warrior enough that he loose reason for a split second and sent an energy blast in the direction he saw the light. Almost immediately as that magic left his body his leg buckled and he fell to the ground in a heap. But he could see his attack hit but all he saw it the split second of light when his attack hit was an ebony wall, and all he could hear after was more laughter followed by.

"You did it you have proven you have the spirit I need to know let see if you have the WILL TO GET THE HELL BACKUP….. NOW!"

Marcus with what little life he had left found the energy to get back up again. It was worst this time compared to since he used most of the magic he could regenerate after the fall on that attack that had only hit the wall. Now every step felt like dull knives were being plunged all over his body and twisted. But he knew they were his broken bones moving freely cutting his insides to ribbon with each step. This became even more apparent as breathing became harder as he got to the wall. In a week voice through gasp of pains, he said out loud.

"Now what do you want me to do?"

But no answer came; Marcus had to wonder if he had hallucinated it all from injuries or if he was still falling and this was a trick his mind was pulling on him. He could no longer see the aura he saw earlier, and the voice was silent. He just wanted all of this to come to an end one way or another, and out of pure frustration, he starts to weakly pound on the wall between coughing up a bucket of blood. He slowly begins to sink towards the floor and as he did the wall gave way and instead he fell forward into a chamber as he lost his balance.

As he hit the floor, it felt smooth and as his eyes adjusted there seem to be light all around him. Floating just above his face was a gauntlet with a mysterious black stone. Marcus too tired to move just look at it his mind not fully grasping what was before him until the voice return knocking him from the daze he was in for a moment.

"Except me and give me your broken frame, and you will live to see another battle! This I promise you."

Marcus weakly asked as the light seem to dim.

"Who or what are you?"

The gauntlet shimmered and glowed with the same aura as earlier he saw

"I am sacred gear made from Abyss the dragon of nothingness that God and the angels' slew when he brought light to counter the darkness and breathe life and change to what you know as the world of man… But this matter not do as I say and you will live!"

Marcus didn't hesitate as he didn't want to die and took hold of the gauntlet as he did, the gauntlet' energy enveloped him as the two became one.