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Act 1: Chapter 1, the Wanderer.

Aiden stumbled out from the bar, his vision blurred and distorted as he fumbled a pair of keys into the starter of his sports bike. He mounts his Vyrus 987, stopping to admiring the blurry red lines contrasting the black base layer. He shudders from the engine roaring, turning from a lifeless hunk of metal to a loud monster. Everything after that was a blur to Aiden, sitting up he looks around his apartment. He yawned as he traveled toward the bathroom. Looking at the reflection he saw a man with a small beard, fair hair, and a set of hazel brown. His handsome face however was covered in scars and some bruises from the night which he had little recollection from. He sighs, getting dressed in a pair of grey jeans, grey t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket that had a light grey hood attached to the collar.

This was his usual morning, get dressed, then go somewhere. Somewhere was a destination that normally varied day by day. Nothing was the same for this ex-yakuza general. Not since his 16st birthday where he inherited his father's necklace, things were since then. He's heard voices enter his mind and plunge deep into his body. He found himself dreaming more and more about a demonic being and even himself with a demonic armor. It was all strange and hell, if you saw what he saw and not a bunch of words on a screen or piece of paper you'd be scared too.

"Luzon! Get over here!" called a man with a raspy voice, this was Moriarty, an old Irish-Asian man who went to America and almost got away with joining the Yakuza if it weren't for Aiden knowing his real identity and nationality.

"I'm coming you old fart!" he calls out, walking to the old man

"Now you respect your elders ya' little sh-"

"James! You watch your mouth before I watch it for you!" said what seemed to be a nurse from a nursing home.

Aiden and Moriarty share a handshake and a small hug. The two converse about their lives before parting due to the nurse's orders, which Moriarty gladly followed. Aiden wandered the streets of New Jersey all the way to New York, entering his mob's territory. He wasn't all too excited about this place seeing as this was where the voices first appeared. He stops just as he looks at the reflection of him outside the window of a shop. A demonic aura radiates from his back; his eyes were a solid dark crimson.

A dark, menacing feeling enters Aiden as he enters a club, he sees a woman dressed in an all-white dress. Aiden's first reaction would be to talk to the woman, but compared to all of the dark and corrupt around him that he was familiar with she gave off an angelic feel that threw Aiden off. Just then he felt a pained sensation swallow him, he grips his chest then gets on one knee. His world slowly grows red. The Pain grew and grew until it was as if a manifestation of something.

Upon standing back up he's greeted by a barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his neck and one aimed in-between his eyes. He smirks, the scenario played out after he scans the room and sees it's only them three. What happened in his mind happened in-sync of his action, he first put his hands on the back of his head as if to surrender, he then uses the positioning of the elbows to strike the guns from both of the men's hands. Using the time of shock which would last only a second he threw an awkward but very strong cross to the man that would've be behind him while grabbing this Glock which would be on his left hip. He draws the weapon and fires toward the man who would be in his front and instantly aims to the other he just attacked.

Aidens weapon was a polymer, 9mm, double-stacked, pistol. The weapon to him was very light but the amount of bullets he can fire without reloading was what he needed. He needed the high bullet capacity if he was caught off guard, this would be those moments. Aiden aimed for the man's gut and fired two shots, adjusted his stance and trajectory to hit his head twice. Upon getting splattered by a mix of blood and brain matter he crouches off, looking like he was doubling down from a stomach ache but positions the weapon to aim for the other man who was in shock the whole time.

"You gotta name?" Aiden asks the man, standing up and backs up a few feet from the man, kicking a revolver that came from the man.

"T-Theo" the man stuttered

"Alright, Theo, I want your employer and you don't want to die. So, let's make a deal, your employers for your life. Unless you're willing to die for them I mean. Either way I get blood."

Aiden stood in a center action re-lock stance, his gun style was that to allow easy combat for close quarter combat without compromising the user's accuracy if the operator knew how to aim correctly. The sights lined up toward the man, whose hair was a mess after this.

"I-I can't man…shit, he'll kill me if I do-"The man's head jerks back in an explosion of blood. Aiden switched from a left handed center action re-lock stance into a more traditional, weaver stance. His arms were in front of him as he did a 360 around the room. He reloads his weapon with his left hand and holsters it in his holster. His movements were precise and practiced.

Aiden walked out into the grey skies of the rainy New York, wait, this was his territory. He was supposed to be safe from this, but then he remembered why they attacked. Ever since he left the Pinoy-Yakuza Army he was struck onto the hit list. He was essentially walking into his death.

Act 1: Chapter 2, the Healer

Jessica ran across the hall, she tended to run where ever she went whenever she wore her light aqua scrubs. She was a nurse in New York's International Hospital which was just build and staffed. Jessica was one of the few that had the luck to be hired in this prestigious hospital. She worked and worked to help each doctor with the highest of hopes to become one herself. She smiled to herself as she finished her shift and went out into her blue Nissan. She slides into the driver's seat, starting the engine which gave a faint wheezing whine, and shifted the gear to drive off. Her life was fairly linear in some cases in which she had a routine that was the same each day. Whenever she ended her shift she would head to a restaurant and order the same food, and leave. But today seemed different, instead of taking a left at her usual route she decided to take a right and explore.

Jessica's mind was on not the road but on the patients she had helped before. She felt good helping them but felt that she could have done more. She slammed her breaks and screamed as she saw a man being thrown from a window. The man seemed to be bleeding from his left shoulder, she looks to her right and sees a blur of a longhaired man jump on top of the man, only to be shot right in front of her eyes. Staring at the two in shock she quickly snapped out of her trance and floored the accelerator, her wheels squealing as she traveled down the street. The man pressed against the window and yelled "Stop the car!"

Jessica stopped the car abruptly; the man went flying back into the concrete, sprawled out. Jess ran over to the man where her surroundings seemed to explode around him. The man made a quick recovery and grabbed two Glocks from his hips, holding them sideways and near his face as he fires to the others, sliding behind Jessica's Nissan. Jessica follows the man, covering her ears and screams in fear.

The man stops to reload, the gun fire stopping for a minute. He turns to Jessica and grips her shoulders.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, relax, your safe!" he says to her, rather calm despite the blood running down his shoulder. "My name's Aiden, what's yours?"

"J-Je-Jessica…" she stumbled to say, her bracelet seemed to be glowing white from a diamond jewel at the top of the vine designed gold.

"Right, we need to go. Can you run?" Aiden asks, slipping the last clip into his weapons, pressing down to release the catch from its locked position.

Can she run? What a funny question. She nods and Aiden looks over the car. He then points to a building that seemed abandoned and counts without saying each number. Jessica eyes his lips. One... Jessica wiped the tears from her eyes and got in a running position. Two… She looked over at the building, then at Aiden. Three! With that Aiden stands up, he fired toward the men as he ran toward the building, Jessica on the other hand bolted passed Aiden with ease. She reached the door which did not move no matter which direction you push or pull. And just as Jessica was about to exclaim that, Aiden slams his body against the door, tearing it from its hinges. Jessica stumbled in, Aiden was on the floor with only one gun with which he slide another clip in.

"This is my last magazine, it's not enough. They're not after you, so I'll cover your exit out of here."

Jessica nodded at his kindness, which seemed odd for someone that looked like a mobster or someone from the Yakuza. She looks around, spotting an exit sign.

"Th-the back way…"

"Right, go on. Unless you intend on throwing your life on the line!" exclaimed Aiden of the popping that came from outside. Aiden leaning against a wall and slide down it, his wounded shoulder leaving a trail of blood on the wall. Jessica sighed, looking around for something to patch the wound on Aiden's shoulder. She grabs a dressing, tape, peroxide, and a jar of sugar. She went over to him, dropping the stuff on the ground.

"Y-you saved my life…I'll save yours," she mutters, working on Aiden. She was half expecting a reaction to the peroxide but Aiden merely fired faster, almost out of pain. The weapon stops firing along with the others.

Aiden took a breath, dropping his pistol "Thanks," he whispered to her, looking around. Jessica's heart was racing as she wrapped his arm, her fingers trembled as she moved the wrap around the wound. She begins to feel light headed as a strange white cloud seemed to resonate from her body. Aiden looks over at her, feeling the same pain as before, he feels his wound heal.

Darkness rises and the Light tries to keep it at bay.

Act 1: Chapter 3, the Awakening

The two had been locked in a heated battle. What seemed like a stalemate slowly went into favor of the angelic force. The Light was beating down the demonic being. Her body was covered in a gold feathered armor. Her hands seemed to have claws and a headband on her head; it seemed to be a sort of armor that would seem fragile but the battle proved otherwise.

The Dark on the other hand had a rough, leather exterior that had horns on its shoulders and a large plate that covered his chest, shoulders, biceps, thigh, shins, and finally his back hand. He was able to manipulate his armor to create weapons while The Light wielded a sword.

Aiden slid back, his back slammed against the wall which stopped his movements. He looked up from behind his helmet which had two solid crimson eye slits. Jessica on the other hand had a helmet that resembled that of a Roman Spartan that had a halo on top.

Aiden raised his arms, he was obviously the better fight but it seemed as if he was distracted by a sort of pain. The light made it seem like he was smoking from his shoulders. He shook his head; the armor seemed to slowly retract back "What the hell?" he asks himself, surprised that his powers seemed to go away. This was new to him while Jessica seemed almost at home with her powers. To her it was almost as if it were practice. Her wings flap as she hovered over the ground, Aiden slid his blood stained leather jacket off, then his shirt which revealed a rather well build body. It also showed where the bullet was, it seemed to have healed in almost an instant, the wound leaving only a faint pattern of where the wound pierced his body.

"What are we…" mutters Aiden, almost confused.

Jessica landed, her armor seeming to retract to her bracelet as the once innocent girl gave up her act. "Well, if I remember correctly, we both inherited a godly gift from our ancestors…it's too bad you got the bad one, you were pretty cute" she said in a rather mocking tone. She stood strong compared to Aiden, who curled into a more defensive stance.

Aiden frowned, hearing sirens in the distance. He looks toward the pair of flashing reds and blues, then back to see that Jessica had disappeared. He frowns, hearing a voice in his head. Soon, we will regain control, night shall fall and we will rise again. Aiden almost cringes from the voice, his eyes closing as he slowly plummets into darkness. He opens his eyes and wakes up into his apartment. He looks over at the mirror and focuses at the figure. Its reflection was that of a demonic being, it was him but at the same time it wasn't.

Aiden takes a breath and walks back outside, slipping a black shirt on from a pile he grabbed from a table. The sky was dark, night. He smiles, feeling strangely energized from the sight of the moon. He walks around town with the same purpose as he did this morning, to walk without one. He did however want to see the girl once again; there was something about her that seemed to make him fear her. He needed to know why that is. What was he, what did she mean, and how he turned into some type of dark knight. He stopped inside of a dinner, ordering a steak with potatoes, hash browns, and a cup of coffee.

Eating in solitude he lost himself in a train of thought, his eyes focused on the plate. A godly gift, what did she mean by a godly gift. It seems more like a demonic gift to me… I pulled a set of armor out of nowhere, how was that even possible? His attention was brought back up as Jessica sat back down in front of him. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Miss me?" she asks, taking a sip from his cup

"A little, what are you?" he asks, leaning in

"Question is, what are we? I've asked my question that a lot, so I did some digging and found out that we're remnants of an old world. We're the descendants of two beings that we consider gods."

"Gods…we're gods?" he asks, his hand slowly reached for his weapon, he kept one of his Glocks from his fight earlier. It may have only had seven, eight rounds left. He takes a breath and leaned back with his hands on his lap. "That's a relief, and I'm over here thinking I'm-"

"-A demon" they both say together.

"You're a descendant of the Dark, were the first being created…or rather your ancestor was."

"So I'm a demon? What are you, the angel?"

"In a way, we both are or were. We're reincarnations of the each of our godly counter parts. In Roman Legends you were Legatous Lanius and I am Angelus. Butcher and Angel, seems fitting doesn't it?" she said with a smile that creases her from ear to ear. Aiden on the other hand was unphased by the whole situation. It actually explains the weird dreams, powers, and even why his armor reminded him of a covered up version of the 300 armor. In a way, he felt at ease, but had what she had just told him even be true? There was one way of finding out.

"Right, gimme a minute" he mutters, taking a small necklace from his pocket that had a snake ring on it. An aura surrounds Aiden as he clips the connecting pieces together. He looks over at the window to his reflection; it showed the aura and a reflection that seemed to move on its own.

"Well, what are you?"

The reflected Aiden smiles, it doesn't say a word but its voice was like his but just deeper.

"What she says is true. We are the dark and you're me. She is the Light. We have never met her directly and we should never have, our fight earlier showed the destruction that can be in sued upon the humans."

Aiden groans and slumps in his chair, his head seeming to throb and swell. "So I just talked to Aiden, my reflection, and he says you're legit. And here I thought I was all crazy and shit. Well, turns out I'm not."

"Oh, you are crazy. I mean, who takes on three fully armed men with two pistols? I mean, sure you might be a demonic god but that doesn't mean you're invincible."

"Oh, but why bother when I have a certified nurse to heal me? Ms. Sevenski?" he says, eyeing her name tag on her doctor's scrubs.

Jessica smiles slightly, her eyes closing "Ms. Sevenski sounds like my mom, like I said when we were in the firefight, call me Jessica."

"So what now, I mean aren't we supposed to fight or something? I mean, not like I want to but this whole thing is confusing to me," said Aiden, his eyes focused on the plate of food just delivered to them.

Jessica smirks "Hope you don't mind me ordering food on your tab, a nurse has eat too ya know."

Aiden sat there in silence with the woman eating in silence as well. He slowly processed the information, an hour passes and Aiden looks around. He stands up, seeing he, Jessica, and a cashier were the only ones there he leaves a bill on the table

"I hope to see you again, Jessica" he says, dropping a piece of paper with his number scribbled on it. He walks out into the streets. Aiden slipped into an alleyway and slowly his body assembled the leathery armor, the flames this time formed a sort of cape as that of a Roman Legionaire. He felt a small surge of power flow through him as he began to run at lightning speeds. Stopping at the sounds of screaming he quickly runs toward the scene, drawing a weapon from where his Glock was. It turned out to be some type of demonic pistol of some kind, it was very heavy in the hands of anyone that wasn't the wielder.

Aiden's heart rate sped up as he travels down an alleyway, firing two shots into a man who was pinning a woman against a way with a knife. His appearance scared the woman but she stopped scream in the realization that he wasn't going to harm her. He nods to her, the mask receding to show his face, but it was dark enough for him to be unrecognizable.

Aiden then went back into the streets; the armor retracts upon contact with light, which was Aiden's plan. He shoves his hands in his pocket and kept his gaze downward as he moved to a subway and went home. He slept once again, but something was stirring inside of him and no matter how much he willed it he couldn't wake up. He shouldn't wake up. But he did the next morning to the walls of a cocoon, his eyes focus on an opening and willed it open. The opening complied and split in half. Aiden stumbled outside to see that he was not in his apartment but in a surgery room. In front of him was a passed out Jessica, he reached out with his claws, poking her careful enough to avoid cutting her.

"This is normally the time I would start freaking out…if I could…but I guess this is going to happen a lot. Minus well be relaxed about this…" Aiden thought to himself, standing straight up to check the area.

End of Act 1