The scene is set outside of a diner, empty but open for business. The Stranger sits perched at the bar, hunched with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, looking back to a time before he bore the name of man who summoned him.

Shade was barely a toddler, weaning the need of his mother. The one who would be LeStrange is tending his wounds, still reeling from the first set of Trials of Corax's Hounds of Havoc, an academic mental facility where twisted demons go in hopes of becoming apart of Lunacy's Legion. In attendance of the events is the father of LeStrange and Shade, Phlegyas, Lunacy herself, and the commandant of her Legion, Cygnus Corax.

Lunacy: Your oldest is doing well here, Phlegyas. He will make a fitting Voice one day. Wouldn't you agree Corax?

Corax:The boy is an absolute atrocity, The Legion would benefit greatly with the addition.

Phlegyas: No. The Legion would destroy his mind and he would lose all emotions. His mother would be devastated and young Shade idolizes him, I cannot allow this to be.

You forget the decision is his, not yours. Corax, prepare the second wave, The trials will continue now.

As you command Madame.

What, the 13 hours haven't elapsed, he won't survive this wave this early.

At the sound of a horn, a horde of Minotaur reeking of rotten flesh storm the colloseum, and in an instant, 418 recruits are slaughtered, turned to the cosistancy of chutney. In the center of the colloseum, Three stood, slaying any Taurus brave enough to approach them. LeStrange, a human soil named Adam, and a Golem named Icxz's all triumphant, felling the horde in a Matter of minutes.

The scene returns to the diner, where LeStrange straddles his motorcycle, placing another cigarette in his lips.

Little Brother, shrugging me off and the punishment that shall befall you is the mistake of the century. And as matters get worse for you, the pressure rises, tightening the noose around your neck. Ghost Tank holds the key to Hope's safety dangling in your face, but I'm afraid it is still much to far for you to grab.

It is like this little brother, my path has made me a cold, unfeeling, and a degenerate of an abomination. Though we share blood, we do not share your's and Hope's best intrests. Your guns can do nothing, your blades are pointless, and your skill bears little fruit in your effort to thwart me. I will hurt you. I will peel back your skin, wash you in brine, and serve you to Cerebus on a platter of jet.

You have chosen to forsake the bonds of brotherhood for personal gain, father would be so displeased. And what about mother? Probably weeping that her eldest is going to destroy the youngest. Fare thee well little Shade, tell our sister Lucidity big brother says hello.


And Drezdin, it IS in your best intrests to stay the fuck out of my way.

The Stranger starts up the Valkyrie and rides off towards a junction, making a left turn to head north and fades away into the distance.

Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion....[/color]