The Devil and God stood across from each other on a narrow strip of pure white sand. All around them, there was nothing but crystalline water, as far as the eye could see. Where the Devil stood, the white sand turned black, wisps of smoke rising from it.
"So," Satan began, "You've finally gone and done it. Created a world where all of your lovely creations can live and learn and grow, oh the joy!"
"Yes, I have. And you would do well to not interfere. Be gone from this place, this is not of your concern," God told Satan.
"Oh, but I think it is. You see, nothing is with out flaw. At least not while I am around. Therefore, I believe it is only right that I be allowed control of half of these…creatures. After all, I helped make them." Satan said with a devilish grin.
"You helped corrupt them! Because of you there will always be some amount of wickedness in them!"
"Ah yes, but with out my…corruption, as you so nicely call it, they wouldn't be anything new. They would merely be sad, but pure imitations of the angels that roam your domain. Now, they're something else. A new race. Many new races, in fact." God just stared angrily at the Devil. "Fine, I propose an agreement. Every 100 years, there will be 500 that I can control, 500 hundred that you can control and every 2,000 years, there will be one that neither of us can touch. This one will be the untouchable. Neither of darkness, nor purity, but free to make its own choices."
"And who would choose who this…untouchable is?"
"The Fates. After all if either of us choose, that would be interfering and defeat the purpose."
"Is that all then?" God asked after a long pause.
"No, I also propose that there be three that we each call our own. Ours to program and do with as we sit fit. All of the others shall be random personalities. An uncontrollable mixture of the traits that make them what they are. Anymore questions?" God remained silent. "Well then lets finish this then."
Each High Being, one of darkness and one of light, drew forth a dagger and quickly sliced their palm. Then, they shook hands, forever mixing the pure, golden blood of God, and corrupted, black blood of the Devil.
Little did they know that The Fates, overhearing their conversation, made their own agreement. This one known as the Untouchable would have the mixed blood running through its veins. A testament to what they witnessed this day and all the trouble it would bring.
And so time began.