I'm not a religious man, but I've read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story... There was a man, he was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveler of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by, saw the traveler, but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And a Levite, a religious functionary, he came to the place, saw the dying traveler, but he, too, moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveler bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveler's wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had for the owner to take care of the traveler, as the Samaritan, he continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveler was his neighbor. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought I was the Samaritan in that story. It's funny, isn't it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature. -Wilson Fisk

What, the hell, does that mean? -FBI Guard #1

It means that I am not the Samaritan. That I'm not the priest, or the Levite. That I am the ill intent who set upon the traveler on a road that he should not have been on. -Wilson Fisk

There was nothing but darkness for him now darkness and fire. Everyone around could only scream from the endless agony. The flames didn't make him feel anything not even pain they were soothing compared to the pain he'd endured in life. He couldn't explain it but he felt as if he was changing becoming more of his true self.

It was odd what he was experiencing one could only call it omniscience there was a woman in the human world his mind was focused he couldn't understand why. The woman his mind or perhaps his soul was so focused on was named Electra she reminded him, of himself her life controlled by others from day one. Just like his was the only difference was where he spent most of his life denying his darkness she embraced it proudly.

There was something else she had in common with him, that was ironically enough someone she loved a man whose heart was opposite hers there was however a key difference. He fought for her. He thought back to the first woman he ever loved how she never once saw the good in him when she learned the truth it infuriated him. How was she better than him? She was just as filthy lying and deceitful as he had been they were so how dare they pass judgement on him. The whore was just like the rest of them all spouting their moral self-righteous indignation but when it came, to getting what they wanted that just went away and they could do whatever they wanted.

That was when another love was shown to him between a woman named Colleen and a man named Danny Rand. Again, they were on opposite sides but somehow, they were able to be together and he saw yet another parallel with a man named of all things Ward if only he had been more like that man more defiant than maybe… "No." He said to himself again he didn't know how but he just knew his situation his circumstances were not of his own will death gave him a clarity he never had in life he knew the truth now about destiny no about God's will the so called grand plan.

That was when he heard his voice a voice calling to him through flames from the darkness "Come to me and be reborn as my son."

Space the Day after Hive's Death…

Mehpisto floated in the vast emptiness of space it was perfect to gather the remains of Grant Ward the son he sired with a human woman all those years ago. A son whose life had been filled with misery, and despair. A son who would rise again and be reborn as the demon heir Mephisto always wanted.

The demon held out his hands as he floated in the debris a burned body belonging to his son floated before Mephisto. It was worth making that deal with the Ward Family all those years ago to get to this point the deal that allowed Christian to become a Senator, Christian's parents thought he was interested in their souls but they were wrong he disguised himself as Christian's father and seduced Ward's mother and from there his plan took shape he even put his son in John Garrett's sights just to make sure but not he could have planned for the pain that S.H.I.E.L.D. caused him. He knew that his horrific magic combined with the misery endured by Grant Ward throughout his life would give him a true heir fitting for a demon.

Slowly the remains of his son began to gather mixing in with Mephisto's evil energy. His son would have almost no equal and be almost god like. Mephisto's heart raced with anticipation as the remains and the dark energy swelled hardening into a large red like orb. Mephisto held the dark red orb in his hands it wouldn't take long not by demon standards for his son to be born or perhaps reborn was a more accurate term.

Mephisto just needed one more thing. So, he teleported to the small town of Christ's Crown it was ripe with the multitude of sin humans committed atrocity after atrocity going back centuries. While holding the orb in one hand he touched the soil just outside of the town with his left hand he could feel the evil in the ground "Oh this is perfect." Using his powers he opened a whole inside the earth placed the orb inside it "As the evil of mankind feeds your fury your soul shall become more demonic along with your physical form until all that was Grant Ward is gone and all that remains is my son."

CHRIST'S CROWN, PRESENT DAY...

Carlos was an all-time scum bag he practically lived on the U.S. and Mexican border he'd go over to America commit crime after crime his favorite being rape he took a particular twisted pleasure in that kind of crime. However now he was in the state of New York he'd never been this far north before and with cops on his tail he was starting to feel it was time for him to head back to Mexico. He was somewhat bummed out, he could appreciate this scenery for a little while longer because he enjoyed looking at the field outside of the small town he made plans to stop in. He felt it was a shame he wasn't going to enjoy the view a bit longer especially since he had to kill and bury his latest victim.

He moved to the left side of his old sedan where he left the girl tied up and gaged. She was a white girl he grabbed after watching her walk to her middle school a couple of times. He got bored with her after having his fun and decide the field would be as good of a place as any to get rid of her.

"What the hell?" Carlos's mouth dropped she was gone. Quickly he checked under the car and looked off into all directions of the field. It made no sense she was gone he had just left her there a few minutes ago "Where'd that bitch go?" He asked himself while spinning hoping to catch some faint sight of her if she got to the cops he was screwed. On what must have been his fourth turn he bumped into something and fell to the ground he looked up and saw a tall grey skinned muscular figure with long wiled black hair "What the hell?" A second look and he noticed red eyes, a tail and claws with black nails.

Carlos tried to stand up but the creature put its hand on top of his chest and forced him back down. The creature kept putting pressure on his chest until finally there was a cracking sound and Carlos died. He looked out to the town a bit of a ways away and just walked toward it with nothing but moon light to light his way. He felt almost nothing no remorse, no pain, no fear but he did feel one thing no several things lust, sloth, greed, pride, envy, wrath and gluttony. These were all he could feel now and while he was currently a mindless beast it would not be long before his mind evolved to match his new body the proof of this was that as he walked toward the town the first word from his mouth was "Skye."