It was in the stony, smoke filled atmosphere that three heads, powered like gods and fighting desperately for a delicate balance, discussed an important subject. Over the eons, their servants, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, had at times shown defiance. The Council knew this could upset the balance. And without their enforcers, they would be weaker and the two kingdoms in debt to the balance would not be challenged to break the treaty between Heaven and Hell.
The three heads of the Council were almost...worried. But they were cunning and would not be seen as fools. What was one thing that could control their Horsemen if need be?...
"Pain." Said the left head.
"No!" the middle shouted with it's booming voice. "We already inflict them with agonizing pain. But did you not see them simply ignore? Like Death when he refused to tell us the location of the Nephilim weapons."
"Hmm...," the right pondered. "Perhaps we should threaten to erase their very souls."
"Again! We have already done such!" The middle, dominating head paused and if it could...it would have smiled at it's own idea.
"I've got it...it is not threatening their own life, or torturing them that will work. It is someone they care for."
"But they are merciless, they care for no one!" Complained both of the other heads.
"Yes...but...we can make them fall for someone. Design a being so perfect for them that they would absolutely die for them. They would never let anything happen to them and therefore, instead of tourturing the Horsemen themselves, we threaten their mates." The middle head began to rumble in laughter. The others simple agreed.
"The Nephilim are neither angel nor demon. Humans would be best to use in this scenario-"
"But the humans are not to be messed with! Not until they are ready and as of the moment, they are not," Said the left head in a rush.
"Yes," explained the middle. "But what if we don't get the Horsemen under control? Then there might one day be no more humans before Armageddon comes! And we will create these beings, so they would not technically be human. Simply raised on Earth. The Horsemen will believe they are human, and the new beings will believe they are humans. Only we and our helpers will know the truth."
"And what shall be the quality of these...'humans'?" Asked the right.
"They will look human, and feel human with their limitations on Earth. When they leave Earth they will develop powers. Controllable powers of course, but enough to defend themselves from everything but us. We-"
"But when the Horsemen realize they have powers they will think it is suspicious and perhaps begin to believe they are not human at all," the left said.
The middle growled at the interruption. "That is the reason the Horsemen will be sent on a mission to retrieve the 'humans'." The dominating head laughed. "When the new beings turn 16, the proper age to pair, then we will send the Horsemen to find them. We will tell them it is to remove them due to not being fully human. We will have to admit that in the past we allowed creatures to escape on Earth and breed with humans, creating an unclean species that needs to be removed, and only we will know it is a lie. We'll make them take time in traveling back to us with the 'humans', long enough for the Four to fall in love with them."
"Very well...," the other two agreed.
"Watcher!" The middle voice rumbled.
Out of a nearby cave came out another being that the Coincil had created. A successful creation. It swooped out and greeted its masters one by one.
"Prepare the Well," they commanded. "We are making new beings."
The creature eyed the Council with a hint of jealousy but simply bowed and left to do as they commanded. As the Watcher left, the three heads continued to work on their new plan, ensuring there would be no loops or mistakes.
For the next seven years, the Council failed and failed again at creating the perfect mates for their enforcers. But with many failures, comes one success...eventually.
Their Souls were created first, carrying the personalities that matched each Horseman in some ways. Next, came the embryo which would develop into a body both fit and attractive to each Horseman individually. And lastly, came the powers they would inhabit. Almost powerful enough to match the Four, but still under complete control of the Council.
Oh, the Council was proud of their creations. And at this the Watchers grew even more jealous, yet continued to do the work of their masters.
As the Council continued to plan they seemed to be able to work the flaws. The beings were magical, unique, cunning, and yet raw and instinctual.
However...unlike most creatures, they would not exactly have complete free will. Their actions and abilities would do nothing to repulse the Horsemen, and so defiance to their mates would not be possible, unless it was desired. These..."humans" would be in no way, creatures of God. But the Council believed that their intentions were good and would preserve the balance, no matter how cynical the plan.
After the seventh year of experimentation all of the creations had been successful. The Souls were inserted into the embryos and were allowed to develop into babies. Before they could grow any more, four Watchers took each child to a different location on Earth. All at the doorsteps of adoption homes to ensure that they survived and not simply be placed on the streets.
The Council decided that the children would grow and learn in their new environments, only slightly noticing that they were different than others. When they turned 16, the age that they would mature enough and fully grow into their personalities and bodies and be most suited for their mates, the Council would send the Horsemen to Earth on a mission to recover unclean and "half breed" children, considering that they might be harmful to the Human populace. The Riders would spend one year traveling across worlds to wait for the Council's call, long enough that the Horsemen would fall in love with their matches. The excuse the Council would give to the Horsemen for the year long trip would be to discover the powers hidden in the beings, and detecting if they were a threat. When reaching the Council, the Riders would then beg that they spare their mates. It was fool proof. The Council ensured it, however arrogantly. They had closed every crack in the case.
All they had to do now was wait and watch as their creatures grew for 16 years...