"In all honesty, I've never been very good at sneaking. This has made my journey much more difficult than it should have been..."

Roars and gunfire followed the Ghost on his path through the ruins of the city; until he completed his mission he would have no defense against the hordes of Fallen and Hive that now inhabited the Earth. But he was close now, the Light from the Traveler shining bright through the darkness of the decrepit mansion he was speeding through. The Fallen were locked tight onto his trail and if he didn't get to his Guardian soon he would fail the Traveler, and possibly the entire galaxy.

The Light led him down through the mansion and into the catacombs beneath, secret tunnels, hidden entrances, all things he didn't have time for while evading enemies. Who had the Traveler selected to be in such a place? When he entered the chamber which resonated with the source of the Traveler's Light it was quite a sight to behold.

The ground was littered with hundreds of bones; no it had to be thousands of them at least. Women, men, children… It seemed as a single mass grave for the entirety of a small village. The Ghost flew higher into the chamber and shined his Light bright enough to illuminate the entirety of it. His first calculations were terrible underestimations; there were at least a hundred thousand skeletons in this tomb. They were crucified to the walls, hanging from the ceiling of the cavern, skewered onto stalagmites from the floor of the cave, organized in vast ritual circles drawn in blood on the empty spaces of the floor. The Ghost was floating there in awe when he heard the Fallen entering the chamber just before this one. He quickly scanned for the Light in which he was searching. The source of the Light came from a skeleton sitting atop a throne at the very center of the horrible tomb; Just who was the Traveler resurrecting and what in the name of the Light had happened in this place? There was no time for debate now, the Fallen were upon him and this Guardian was his only hope for survival.

He flew down to the skeleton and began his work of adding flesh to bone, reanimating life into a body that had centuries been full of only death, even when it was alive. The body was quite large, obviously male in bone structure. As the muscle tissue began forming the Ghost was shocked at the shear amount of it. Strong calves, thick and muscular thighs followed by sculpted abs, massive yet defined muscles. As the face came in it revealed a strong jawline, straight white teeth with frighteningly pointed canines, stunning crystal-like blue eyes and a thick mop of crimson red hair. Life had been brought back, not from the jaws of death, but from deep within its rotten gullet.

The man blinked confusedly as the Ghost was still scanning his vitals and checking for any faults in the revival process. This lasted all of about two seconds before the man grabbed the small ball of machinery and light with one hand and pulled its big singular eye close to his own blue orbs.

"What?"

The Ghost's mechanical lens widened at this reaction, but before he could respond the Fallen began their assault on their chamber. His first words to the century old, newly revived Guardian?

"FIGHT!"

The man scanned to the left and right evaluating his newfound enemies then threw the Ghost up into the air beside him as he stood to his feet. He grabbed a femur from a skeleton lying nearby then snapped it in half making it into a rather sharp, pointed shank. Most of the Fallen horde had pointed the brunt of their gunfire to the Ghost and left the newly revived man to the greener of their fireteam. Sprinting past gunfire he rammed the bone-shank into the neck of a Dreg. The rest of the Fallen only turned to the man when they heard the blood curdling screams of their comrade as it was lifted high in the air and it's head slowly twisted from its writhing torso. Blood poured down his face and shoulders as a terrifying grin contorted across his maw. They all quickly turned to fire but it was far too late, the demon was now upon them.

He used his improvised weapon till it shattered into pieces then he simply began bashing their heads in with his fists, ripping their limbs from the sockets, tearing at flesh with his jagged teeth. The Ghost watched on in horror at the slaughter; but also in awe at the voraciousness of his combat, like he thirsted for the blood of his enemies.

"Traveler... What dark Light have you seen in this monster to have me bring it back into this world? Have I chosen incorrectly?"

The red-haired demon was covered in Fallen blood by the time their Captain waltzed into the room. Surely this human bathed in blood, a Vandal head in his hands, was a sight to behold to the Fallen's higher ranking officer. He quickly began firing on the beast, which dodged the projectiles as easily as the others who had tried before. But he ran into complications, his fists could not breach the Captain's Void Shield. His enemy, also surprised by this, bellowed out laughter as he slammed a large alien foot hard into the chest of the man, sending him backwards into a large pile of bones.

The Ghost was yanked from his shock and disgust by fear of his own demise. Should this Guardian, this monster, fall he would surely fall with it. Though the demon was likely to kill him as well, he assumed he might be able to at least reason with it.

"Use the Light Guardian! The Traveler has gifted you with the power of Light!"

The wounded beast looked up to the Ghost confused.

"Guardian? And what the fuck is the Light? You mean that unusual surge of energy that's been building up in my chest? How the fuck do I use that?"

The Captain was walking menacingly to the downed demon, contemplating the ways he would slowly eradicate this human trash. He would put this wretch in its proper place.

"I don't know you're the Guardian! Just try and channel the Light, it should come naturally!"

The man watched the Captain coming closer and he focused hard on channeling the light into his fists. When he felt the Light finally moving down his arms and into the palm of his hands the Captain had him in mid-air by the throat, his breath fading fast…

But there it was! He glanced down at his now open palms, they were flowing with Light and electricity. The Ghost's eye widened once more as he inspected the Light.

"…Titan… He's a Titan…"

The man grabbed the Captain by his face and proceeded to channel the Light until the shield shattered and the creatures' head subsequently exploded with a very audible pop. Gasping for air the Guardian hit the ground hard; he was down on his knees clutching at his throat, though his expression was riddled with excitement. A second wave of Fallen entered the chamber, this one with another Captain already in tow.

"Guardian, rise to your feet! More are here!"

The red haired demon was already on his feet and his body utterly radiant with the Light from the Traveler. He leaped into the air high above the horde and slammed his fists down to the ground, directly in the center of their squad. Lightning and the Light flashed brilliantly into the air surrounding him as his foes' bodies dissolved into static electricity, disappearing into nothingness. He looked at the Ghost with a face of sheer ecstasy. The Ghost floated gently down but had no words to speak… The beast looked around at the skeletons and at the corpses of his fresh kills, then down to his body which was naked except for the bits of flesh and splattered blood ordaining his sculpted muscles. He stared for what felt like an eternity, but something was different now, the adrenaline of combat and bloodlust were replaced by the goodness of the Traveler's Light. He fell to his knees and looked up to the Ghost with tears filling his eyes.

"What is wrong with me? People should not take pleasure in such murderous things… Why am I in a cave full of bodies and blood? Why was I able to kill them so easily and without a second thought? What kind of monster am I?!"

The Ghost now realized why the Traveler had chosen him… He may have once been a terrible demon of murder and chaos, but this revived man felt the remorse and regret of a true human, a damaged soul. The Light had given a conscience to this beast of battle, a navigational sense of right and wrong to steady his hand and guide his tools of war.

"The Traveler has given you a second chance, to right what wrongs you may have committed in the past. You have been shown the Light and it has judged you to be redeemed. Now stand tall, and speak your name."

The man rose to his feet with tears still streaming down his face.

"My name is… My name is Alexander… I think…"

"Alexander, you are a savior of humanity, one of the last bastions of Light in a quickly darkening galaxy; you are no monster, you are a Guardian."