Ferocious dark clouds raged across the sky, quickly turning day into night. Then thunder erupted, shaking the very ground until it buckled, this was followed almost immediately by the sizzle and spray of deadly lightening strikes.
This was no ordinary storm… The Apocalypse was coming…
Standing in the shadows of a ruined church, completely unconcerned about the climatic battle going on around him, stood a man. A man that in his own time had been experimented on by the military, his DNA altered for one purpose, to become an extremely efficient weapon.
And he was.
So impressive in fact that in the dark reaches of what many call Hell, his progress was eagerly watched and tracked with growing interest. And when the time was deemed right, he was recruited.
Now the time had come for his appointed mission to begin.
His tall, muscular frame was clothed completely in black, like his heart and what remained of his soul. His attire comprised of a tight-fitting t-shirt, stretched to bursting across his broad chest and well-toned body, figure hugging black pants and boots that moulded to his long legs like a second skin, his jet-black hair slicked back for convenience. And then there were his wings, immaculate, imposing and obsidian in colour, glistened in the now pouring rain.
Sin had a name, and that name was Khan.