Bamford, God of War
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd or God of War
Prologue:
Barnabilius B. Bamford was born in 1795, to a moderately wealthy yet abusive family in the slums of Liverpool. He had no friends or toys to play with, only his grandfather, who told him stories of the ancient mythologies. Young Bamford became particularly infatuated with the Greek tales, specifically the mighty gods who lived upon the crest of Olympus and wreaked havoc on the lesser mortals. Unfortunately, his grandfather passed away when he was a mere child of nine. Ever since that fateful funeral, he has vowed to obtain power at any cost, as the great Greek pantheon had once obtained from their Titan fathers. Forty-two years have passed since then, and Bamford is now the beadle of the royal courts section at the heart of London. Despite his most honorable position, he quickly became the subservient lackey to a greater power, a judge of the law by the name of Turpin, forced to perform despicable and degrading tasks for a man of supposed integrity. While he did enjoy lording over the weak and the innocent with vicious police officers at his command, Bamford secretly loathed his superior. However, he did as he was told without question, for with the detestable requests, came the everlasting power he had always dreamed of having. Sadly, it was not enough. The beadle was addicted to the constant helpings of power he had been continuously fed for years now. Bamford craved it as a man in the desert craved water. Little did he know he would soon have more power than any mortal had ever experienced…