Disclaimer: I don't think I own anyone at all in this fic...except Saran...
Prologue
Many thousand years ago, a baby boy was born. His body was supple but he was crippled, by the very blood in his veins. Everyday demons and devils fought for the control of his body and mind. Everyday he had to fight them back. As he grew, his mental strength grew. This boy learned that if he exercised enough, he could ward off the nightmares that haunt him in his sleep. Year after year passed this way and his mental and physical strengths grew. Then he was taught magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now he could add magic to his arsenal of weapons. He corked ceaselessly until his magical prowess equaled his mental and physical prowess. As this boy grew to be a young man, his body became muscular and graceful without and ounce of fat on his bones. Young women fought for his attentions but the war still raged in his mind. When he could take it no longer; when he could no longer stand the constant attacks, he brewed himself a potion. This potion would reincarnate him with a strength that he could not know. His reincarnation would have all the strengths that he had including the reincarnation's own unique strength. However, as soon as he drank this potion, he will die and his spirit will fly through time. Though he did not know it, the young man who was about to drink this potion, had another power, the power over the elements. When the time came, the reincarnation will be taught about his powers. As soon as the young man drank the potion, the blood in his veins will again be reawaked. This teenager drank the potion on the 31st of July. He was 16 and his name was Saran Sparta, direct descendent of Sparta, the rebel devil/demon.
A/n: I know this is short but I am currently writing the next chapter. The next chapter is much more longer...