A man, tall, dark and handsome stood alone. His worst fear was about to come true-he was going to die alone, surrounded by blood and without peace. The daemons had won, they managed to kill him, and Blade was dead. Oh, how wrong were the daemons to think this was the end. For Blade knew something they didn't, once you have a fear you cannot make it go away. As Blade felt his body slowly, painfully and peacefully drift away, he remember that one night, the perfect night, his last night. That day he did what no one else had been able to do, insert the fear of death onto the daemons.
As the years went on, the daemons finally managed to track down the one thing that was stopping them form become the rulers, a young man, also tall, dark and handsome. They followed him for years studying his behaviour trying to figure our what it was that made him so special that gave him that power over them. This power that made them so afraid to fight, to run out onto the street, to do anything that would mean them ending their lives. As they followed this young man, something didn't seem quite normal, he seemed to always be surrounded by dozens of people. They were not normal people but the souls, lost souls, of the fallen angels protecting this man. However one of the daemons saw an opportunity to bring him to hell, to take something that means so much to him, he has to come.
'Hey, I missed you…." A deep voice said softly to the girl sitting by herself feeding the crows. As he slowly wrapped his arms around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to his lips, a strange sensation overpowered him. He let go of her and gabbed her arm, gently but firm enough to be able to protect her if it was needed.
"let's get out of here, something isn't right."
As they walked arm in arm together down the dark night, with the stars shining down on them, a wave of fear could be felt. He choose to ignore this, and focused on his girl. She was a beauty, had long straight dark brown hair, a small figure and big green eyes. Indeed she was quite a catch- or so he liked to think.
As they sunk deeper and deeper into the night, dark creatures began to come out of the park which they were sitting at. Slowly a strange calm feeling over took him, he wanted to sleep. As he closed his eyes slowly, and released his grip on her arm, something strange happened. The daemons could not get to her, a mystical force was protecting her, it was only then when they realised who she was. Their leader was on earth, and slowly she was killing the one thing that stood in their way, the man that loved her- Blades only son.