However, Natara did plan vengeance and it was finally achieved. A runaway outcast from the society of men took refuge in the cave of a mountain when he discovered an art form there. It was one of the ancient mage fighting techniques that had been written down so many years ago… Determined, the outcast studied and pushed him to succeed. If society didn't accept him for what he was, then they would accept him for being a warrior.
Little did he know that he himself was actually a decedent of this owner of the art form in which he sought to learn. Mastering the arts, he was able to unlock the ancient Guardian that lay with the arts and junctioned with it.
Returning to society, he fell in love with a Sorceress and began to court her. The young man charmed the Sorceress and they eventually got married. Afterwards, instead of a peaceful life, the man began to get absorbed into learning more fighting arts and strayed into the forbidden dark arts.
The Demonic Arts… As he advanced in these arts, he became mutilated – since the darkness overwhelmed him and each day when he returned home, he seemed less and less of the man that had captured the Sorceress's heart.
The Sorceress was potentially afraid and when she found out that she had a child, she hoped that it would pull her husband away from the forbidden arts. She told him of their child and instead of being happy the man didn't say anything. He was more interested in the demonic arts but a part of him – whom was still human, cared for the Sorceress. However, the power hungry side remained in control – disguised as a will to protect his family.
A few months later, the Sorceress lay at home – getting ready to give birth to her child with her best friend by her side.
"Helen, I'm afraid of what he would do. Promise me that you'll find a good home for my child." Said the Sorceress before she went into labor. Helen was confused by her friend's request.
"I'm sure that you can take care of him by yourself," Said Helen.
"You don't understand. I have foreseen what would happen. We, Sorceresses aren't meant to have children. We can either give up our powers or our lives. I can't pass on my powers because then, my child would die. But according to the rules…I will…"
"Don't say that!"
"It's true Helen. Please, promise me…." Pleaded the Sorceress. "I need to know that my child would be safe because my husband would fall into darkness and beyond redemption. He has been falling and my death would push him further on the road of the damned. Please…"
"I promise you." Said Helen. "I promise you that I'll make sure your child finds a good home. Even on the cost of my life."
"Thank you." Said the Sorceress.
A few hours later, the Sorceress gave birth to a healthy baby boy and Helen took him away after the Sorceress looked into his eyes and held him for the first and last time. The Sorceress watched as Helen disappeared into the horizon and smiled. Her child was safe… The Sorceress had given him the weapons we would need to defeat the enemy in the future.
Tiredness overtook her as the coldness of Death was at hand. Falling asleep in eternal slumber, the Sorceress died as sparkles of magic radiated from her body and took off in the night sky. The good Sorceress had died but by doing so, she had woven the last of Fate's loom that contained a destiny that wasn't weaved yet…
When the warrior returned and found his beloved Sorceress on the bed – dead, he was overcame by grief. All of this time he studied the demonic arts in hopes to teach and protect his children. But the arts weren't able to protect his love from the cold hand of Death.
He realized this was Hyne's rule – a Sorceress's death in exchange for the life of a child. The warrior directed his grief and hatred toward Hyne. If it weren't for the Sorcerer, there weren't be any Sorceresses and that would mean that he and his wife would have lived a normal life…
The warrior picked up his wife's corpse and as he did, a note fluttered from the Sorceress's hands. Picking it up, he read it.
'It is never too late to turn back. Revenge is never a method to retaliate. Even Hyne has no powers over Fate so do not blame him. Turn back and be a warrior of honor… Love always, your Sorceress'
Crumpling the note, the warrior knew his wife was correct but he didn't care. If Fate didn't even heed Hyne, then he would make it so it would heed him instead. Hyne had his kingdom in the heavens so the warrior would now make the kingdom of the earth his…
Watching his wife's body disappear in the flames of a funeral pyre, the last bit of human within the warrior vanished and he became a full-fledged demon. The arts have corrupted him so his appearance represented the darkness within. Roaring to the dark sky, the demon flew and arrived at the minor Gates of Hell and bashed them open with the demonic powers that coursed through his veins.
The warrior was now Draken, the lord of demons…
In the distance, Helen heard the roar and hurried to a small village where a small amount of mages lived. Sensing a good family, Helen looked at the child in her arms. It would be safe for him there… She placed the baby on the doorstep with the bundle of items that the Sorceress had packed up.
"Good luck child." Said Helen as she gave one last glance at the baby and ran off to tell the others of the demon lord's coming.