Scotland

Azag had been walking for hours... in the distance he can feel the life force of the family. Their home is just over the hill. Soon he would truly be alive! The sun is fading behind the clouds as a gentle rain begins to fall. The cold droplets sting his skin yet it is a pleasant sting. He looks to the heavens and basks in the tears of the gods. He sighs contentedly as his thoughts drift to lighter times. A time before his rise to power.

"Such pleasure..."

9300 BC Mesopotamia

Samuel was a young man. Raised in the village of Dur'leth he is a trained hunter providing furs and game to feed his fellow villagers. All throughout his childhood he had one close friend. She was the apple of his eye and his reason for living. Her family raised dairy cattle and thanks to that life she had fair skin. Although many young men of the village desired her hand she had eyes only for one. Samuel won her heart the day he took a bore tusk through the gut in a desperate effort to save her life. How he survived is a mystery the only reason the village elders could come up with is that the gods favored him.

"I am truly favored by the gods. Why else would I have the most beautiful woman in this world as my wife?"

He returned home from a long hunt. The beast he had slain would feed his family and this village for a week. He took the carcass to the butcher and returned home. Walking through the door he saw his wife. She had olive skin, amber eyes, and long dark hair. She was a work of art and she was his. She looked to him with a bright smile her eyes alight with the fires of love.

"Samuel your hunt went well I hope?"

She rushed into his arms and they embraced.

"It went well Persephone. We will feast for a week maybe more!"

He kissed her tenderly and she gazed lovingly into his eyes.

"My love I am with child."

He took her hands in his and took her outside. This calls for celebration!

Scotland present day

Tears drained from his eyes yet no one can see your tears when you cry in the rain. He stood there for close to an hour weeping his heart out. Oh how he missed his beloved. How he missed his child... the youngling he never saw born. It is a tragedy that the ages could not erase. Not even revenge could heal his shattered heart. His soul was gone laid waste.

"Oh how I wish I could have watched you grow up my child. How I wish I could have held my beloved as you married your own woman and gifted us with grand children."

Yet it did not do to dwell on dreams. His dreams would never come true. He has no hope he is past redemption. There is no salvation for him only death and destruction. Steeling his resolve he continued his trek readying himself to brutally murder the family ahead. They could have easily been him and his beloved in another life. The irony is not lost on him. He knows he has become the very thing he sought to destroy.

"I am past the point for regret. I am that I am."

He knocks on the door and gives himself a weary old man look. A young man in his early thirties answers the door.

"Hello sir do you need help?"

Azag gasps.

"I've been lost for days I am amazed to have found you! Please let me come in and rest. I haven't eaten in days."

The man ushers him in and his wife and children set to work fixing him a warm meal.

"I'm jack and this is my wife Lani. This little angel is Kathy or Kate for short and the little devil over there is Devin."

Jack has short blonde hair while Lani has red hair. Both have blue eyes their children look like a mix of the two obviously. Azag almost considers sparing them... almost his survival and return to power is worth any price. Their deaths shall not be in vain. As he eats the soup and grilled cheese he gathers his magic preparing to strike. The children will be minor threats. He must neutralize the parents first.

"So Mr. why were you wondering the country side?"

Jack assumes that Azags violet eyes are contact lenses. He isn't weirded out in the least.

"I was kidnapped and left in a field. I don't know where I am or why they left me here."

Soon he would strike. Casually he lifted his hands and within the blink of an eye Jack and Lani were flung into the walls of their home. They weren't needed alive the children would provide plenty of energy to restore him. He flicked his wrists breaking their necks. He turned to the children now ready to feed and moved with inhuman grace. He grasped Devin by the throat and focussed his power into drawing the life and soul of the child into himself. He smiled coldly as his skin smoothed and tightened. Decades of aging undone in seconds. The child withered and died in his grip as his body was restored to its prime. He drops the body as it crumbles to dust and turns to his next victim. A sudden flashback filling his mind.

9300 BC Mesopotamia

Samual returned from another successful hunt. His wife is five months pregnant and he is an eager father to be. He sees smoke rising from the village and drops his bounty to rush home. As he enters the village he sees several dead villagers and dozens of people gathered together. I pushes through them but what he sees chills him to the bone. There laying disemboweled is his beloved Persephone. His unborn child torn from her body. He drops to his knees and weeps his sorrowful screams of anguish echoing for miles. Finally he turns to the other villagers hatred in his eyes. Fire and lightning crackle at his fingertips as the levee breaks allowing a portion of his inner power to spill forth.

"Who did this?"

An elder steps forward.

"You have heard have you not? The Empire of Atlantis has begun to expand to the East. Their solders came to our village to demand tribute. Your wife was chosen to become a concubine of their emperor because of her beauty. She refused and declared that she is wed to another... that she bears your child. The solders tried to take her by force and when several of our people tried to stop them they were slain. They then killed her as well before lighting our homes and leaving."

Samuel was furious beyond words. He just closed his eyes and turned walking away from his home.

"I swear to you my beloved... I will make them pay."

So began his journey and for the next hundred years Samuel traveled the world honing his skills and expanding his knowledge of magic. At the same time he learned of great and terrible powers... beings that would aid him in his quest for revenge. Beings of darkness and sorrow, hatred made manifest. They chose him as their instrument and through him the world would be plunged into a dark age.

Scotland modern day

Azag turned his gaze to the other child. She was older of course sixteen years old. She had a stick in her hand. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Reducto!"

Suddenly his eyes widen in shock as he is blasted through the wall of the house. The girl emerges from the home a furious glint in her eye.

"You killed them!"

He sees mania in those eyes.

"I will make you feel my pain..."

A whispered word and his world explodes in agony.

"Crucio..."