AN: Hey everyone, I know I have not posted anything for this story is awhile, but that is all going to change. I am reposting everything. It may take awhile but I will start making some kind of progress with this story because I feel that this is my strongest one and should have some form of justification to it. Now, I will be adding and deleting things from the current chapters I have posted, though for those who have already read the chapters much isn't going to change. I will be taking my time with this story being that it is truly going to be heavy and I have other more precious responsibilities but I WILL do what I can.

Oh, for those who have read this story as you can see I changed the story name

Contents within this story are heavy so you have been warned beforehand.

I am currently looking for I beta but I am not in desperate need, though if you would like to beta it would be much appreciated.

Stephanie Meyer owns everything Twilight.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Peter POV

What has passed, what is present, and what shall come to pass, are a series of events , in which some are unfortunate, some unpredictable, some unavoidable, and others completely necessary despite the terms in which it is reached. These events and future ones to come have set in motion what is to be the fate of us all; mortals and immortals alike.

War is upon us, a war that I am not positive we will win, to save our world against the evils we have paved through this earth. Evils that some of my kind seem to deem a beautiful existence of abusing power and bringing the damnation to the surface for all to suffer who refuse their hand; the hand of dark abysses. In truth we are all to blame for what is to come. Greed is in our nature but our consumption of this sin will bring death to many innocents and expose us to the human world; the world that is better left in the shadows of our existence. It is the only safe way for them.

Our one and only hope of solving what shall and is going to past is our two saviors. They are one of the most unique pairs but their bond is meant to be. The choices they make hold strings only they are capable of making stronger or completely breaking.

Their lives journey will be through Dante's Inferno, it is only by fate they make it out. The saviors will never form a union and save this world unless they accept their fates in each other, something that is to be tested.

When and if they come into union they will no longer be able to survive without the other. If one shall die so shall the other, with the loss of the will to live without the other. This is testament to a bond any of our kind posses. These two will be a force to be reckoned with. We all will now when we have angered these two gods. The earth will split and lighting will strike to kill.

The human savior will be of the most pure of hearts and withhold in himself a shattered soul. He will need to relay on his feelings that something better is coming for him, soon a strong force will make itself known. This human truly is one of a kind. Never shall another exist as him. He will be an enigma, with strength strong enough to end us all, the world even. Demons linger in his soul, demons that can easily posses him if he allows them to do so, demons he can and will release. He is a rare precious jewel, both sides will fight to take and keep him, an asset; the cause and effect to what shall pass.

As for our other savior, a made warrior, brutal, harsh as the layers of hell, immortal bastard, feral and sleek as a black panther, fearsly loyal, Ares in the stone flesh, vicious killer, veins filled with ungodly strength and rage, and power that scares the devil back to cold hell. He the descendent of the Greek warrior Achilles himself, this bastard defines the god of mother fucking war, shaper then any tool, a cocky fucker who has seen the true evils of this world. One look in his eyes tells of the pain he withholds but tries to hide behind his stoic façade. And when he and his bonded mate come together this southern warrior, solider, and leader will stand his ultimate test. He will not easily accept his true destiny, stubborn bastard he truly is.