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It was only a matter of time before I found you. It was always my duty to look out for you. It was always my choice to ensure your wellbeing. You were taken from me... From us... Have you forgotten your ties? Your lineage? They made you forget. They didn't want you to know who you really. are. So many nights I would look to the night sky, wanting to feel that connection. That familiar bond. You truly have forgotten. Well here I am, to remind you.
There are darker things than the night. They breathe in chaos and exhale mayhem. Colden Jace is one of those beings. His bloodlines trace back to a rare lineage of demon that never yield males. Unlike most societies where females are looked upon as the lesser of the two genders.. Colden's always regarded females as the matriarchs, the Queens of their kind. So naturally, when he was born, he was cast out. He was sent to protect and look after the women, and though this seems like a very noble position.. He was met with swift punishment and very little mercy. Even his own family turned their backs on the outcast, all of them... Except for one.
Soon, that one shining light in his life was taken and with her she took any bit of heart he had left in that chest of his. Training under the guidance of the upper command of the second level, "Jace" was groomed to be a machine. He wanted to deal out what he was given for all those centuries. In the arenas he did just that... Priding himself on the gruesome ways he would dismantle his opponent. It was unnecessary, and most times unwarranted. Not even the commanders agreed with his tactics. And nobody could forget the way he would smile as he would lick the blood off his fingers...
It would be centuries before he had felt that small blip in his chest. The connection was always strongest during full moons. It was so strong not even the veils of hell could completely snuff it out. Flickering images could be seen. Chains. Silks and opium in the air. Slavery. How could one of his own be a slave? No. They were above chains. They were above shackles. But soon the vibrations of another could be felt. He freed Jace's kin. Gave her freedom.
It wasn't his place to step in. Especially in front of a King. So when she went centuries under the Dark One's careful eye, it was enough to suffice Jace. And soon he was cast off to the arenas again. Only to further that thirst and hunger for blood. Soon, he would be taken out of the arenas, serving as an advisor to the Council regarding warfare and punishment.
Perfect for him, really.
Though they were once praised as breaking new grounds on recruitment and conditioning the Legions.. Jace's methods were called into question by the High Court. He was breaking the soldiers even before they felt the sting of battle. Rather than reason with them, he refused to accept a lesser training tactic. So, instead, he went rogue... Taking those very few that had not only passed his level of conditioning, but soon regarded him as their leader.
Under the delusion that he could very well make his own Legion, he disappeared with his cohorts right off the map. Not to resurface until centries later.
The city is dark. Gritty. Blood gets washed into the sewer drains like sludge. Unnoticed. Flanked by two of his gang, he looks to San Angeles as a playground, a new arena. Laws and rules never phase him. Oh it had been too long since these streets felt a vibration of something darker than the shadows. And though he knew somewhere she was here... He wouldn't be phased. Not when he had come so far, to do so much.
