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Long, long ago, about a week, three youths escaped Hell and the wrath of Him. The three were males, one with the hair the color of the flames of Hell and eyes the shade of blood, he is the eldest, the leader. The second child, with hair the very shade of night and eyes dark with fey, he is the middle child, the brash. The last boy had hair the color of the sun and eyes that shinned like blue lightening, he is the youngest, the warmhearted.
All three together were known throughout Hell as the 'Rowdyruff Boys.' They were evil in life and meaner in death, their father, Mojo Jojo, had created them for one sole purpose, to destroy the Powerpuff Girls. In defiance of their father, they had ignored this purpose and the Powerpuff Girls on a whole; they did as they pleased when they pleased.
They could not be tamed or controlled.
Their power quickly attracted the attention of Him, a demon king living in the darkness of Hell. Him saw their potential, but they were naïve and young. They could not reach their full potential as long as they could see the simple joys of life. When the boys reached their 7 birthday, Him murdered them, casting them off to Hell. He imprisoned them there, trained them and raised them as his own.
There they reached their full potential, they were as evil as anyone could ever be. They were powerful, merciless, destructive, but still rebellious. They grew tired of obeying Him and his rule, they grew tired of the hotness of Hell, they grew tired of death itself. The eldest made a plan to escape, to live again. Him tried to stop them, but the boys easily overpowered him. They left Him on the brink of death and escaped Hell.
Not even Him had seen just how powerful they had become, just how evil.
Back on Earth, the Powerpuff Girls had grown as well. They eldest with hair a cherry red and eyes a cotton pink, the middle with hair the color of a raven's feather and eyes matching the shade of a leaf from a tree, the youngest had hair that shinned the color of the sun and eyes like the sky. They were the pure, the kind, the loving. Their father had raised them with love and care up until the very moment of his death. They had grown stronger, their souls so pure and good nothing could stop them.
No evil had ever stopped them and they were sure no evil ever would. They live in the same home of their childhood, they remained in Townsville as they always had. They were dubbed angels by the citizens and monsters no longer attacked. The monsters couldn't stand a place filled with such good and kindness.
They are now 17, just as the boys are. They remember the boys, but know they died when they were 7. They knew the boys were evil, but still mourned their loss. It wasn't fair to die at such as age. But now, the boys have escaped their prison of Hell. They plan to return to their home of Townsville and wreck havoc upon as they had once done so long ago.
This is what happens when boy meets girl.
This is what happens when recklessness meets order.
This is what happens when tragedy meets love.
This is what happens when pure good meets pure evil.
This is what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.
This is what happens…
That's the prologue, let me know what you think! Hope you liked!