Warning: (latter on) Blood, gore, torture, rape, ooc, oc, AU, and character death

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Sealed fate

Prologue

Present time

The war between Eranth and Orenw had been going on for years. Many deaths had taken place, and the souls of thousands were lost to the blood lusted warriors on either side of the battlefield. There was no near hope that this war would end, and the four clans of Eranth was desperate to stop the bloodshed. So calling the warriors that had been in trusted with the chosen powers and knowledge of their clans they sent them to the capital of Eranth where the King and queen asked them to unite their powers and call upon the one warrior that was said to change the flow of the war, and bring it to an end; just like the war that once raged 200 years ago.

These four warriors traveled far across the meadows and valleys, treaded through rivers and streams to Eranth with the knowledge that they could bring the war to an end, but also the fear of wondering if they could control the demon that would do it for them.

200 years earlier

Two hundred years the war of Cantrin raged, and the warrior that would never fall, would never show emotion. The warrior that was said to be half demon half angel was trained and programmed to kill and follow the orders of its chosen commander. The blood of enemy was the only thing it was said to seek after. No feelings it had, for it wasn't human, demon or angel, because all of those things could feel...yet this monster couldn't. Its tamer and master was an evil man by the name of Doctor J. He was known for his cruel behavior and was known for making poisons and other "things" that if not in that time of war would be thought barbaric. The King of Eranth in that time looked to Dr. J for the most painful and agonizing torture methods and poisons that would wipe memories, turn people's insides slowly to mush, and other things that could mimic fire and ice flowing through your veins. This is the man that trained the "Perfect warrior", the good Dr. himself was said to be emotionless, killing just to see the blood run like a waterfall. Any person would have ripped their hair out and run to his cottage in the woods like a mad man to save any person so much as a hundred feet within his presents. Yet no one cared about the half-breed angel/demon boy that was so unfortunately placed in his care at the age of three. He was forgotten the day he was heard of, and only brought to the people's ears 12 years later when the Dr. said he was ready to end the war for good. No one knew what went on it that cottage all those years, although many had ideas from the screams that came from the forest on quiet nights. And so at the age of 15, the Perfect warrior was ready to go to the king so the Dr. could show off his creation that would then go to the battlefield and end the war. And end the war he did.

The battle was short once he stepped onto the blood soaked plain. No one could see his face; if they could, it would be the face of a 15-year-old boy lost in the world, trained to kill, who never known love, created for war and only that. He swept the enemies off the plain as if they were mere flies obscuring his vision. Never once crying out in pain when an enemy's sword would slice into his arm or leg. Not even when a lucky archer managed to send an arrow into his side, piercing his stomach. He proceeded on, killing all and sparing none. And when the slaughter was over the victor was clear. All fighting for Orenw were killed, and the Eranths were barley injured at most.

And so Dr. J was highly praised for his accomplishments of creating the perfect warrior… the one he claimed would save the kingdom of Eranth from war. But then the question came up after all the praises and celebrations… what was to happen to the child? The war was over, so what use was he to the kingdom now? The Orenw were so badly defeated that many years would have to go past before they even thought of launching another war. So it was decided by the king that the warrior would be killed. He unnerved the man greatly with his lack of emotion and the vast space of nothing that seamed to reside in his eyes. So the logical solution was his death, and it was to be done. The king called the great warriors of the four clans to come and ensure that the procedure went according to plan, and to ensure his safety if it did not. And it did not go as planned. The perfect warrior, despite his training and programming that dying in battle was an honorable and just thing to happen, would not allow himself to be killed. And a battle broke out between them, and many were killed. Among them his creator and the four warriors who were told to kill him before more deaths were caused.

Unfortunately he was unstoppable. Nothing would work to subdue him. Spells, incantations, all were tried and all failed. The four new warriors decided to band together and try a sealing spell. One so strong that only the four of them and their chosen decedents could undo it. A spell that would bind the perfect warrior to them so fully that he would be a slave to their every whim, and only them. No matter how much he would resist, it could never be broken as long as they were wearing their clan's pendant; he would be unable to harm them or anyone they told him not to.

They used so much of their strength and power to bind him to them, that it cost them their lives. Before they died, they told messengers to send word to their villages, and to pass the pendants now placed into their hand to their chosen replacements. With their last bit of strength before dying, they sealed the perfect warrior to a cliff beside the demolished town of Shalra. Great black vines ensnared his body, pinned him to the marble wall. Cobalt blue eyes closed never to be seen again for the next two hundred years.