Marcus was one such soul. They made him flesh once more. Then with the painful fusion, he received his wings. After two weeks of the torture of the needles and saws, the damned stretched their new limbs awkwardly. Not long after their intense training began. They worked countless hours on air tactics, formations, codes, specific orders, and how to kill an angel. It was rather simple, really. All that had to be done was to dewing them. Then the angel would drop to the ground a mortal, making them easy prey if the fall didn't kill them. However, the damned never had to test their theory. The war turned into a shaky balance of good and evil and the war was over before it started.
As for his damned angels, Lucifer locked them away in a birdcage. Their confines were cramped. They had no space to stretch out their massive wings. Decades they lived this way, until one day their gates were opened.
One by one, they were removed and their wings ripped from the wrenching bodies. The cries of intense agony and bloody feathers filled the air. A panic ran about these dark angels. They all rushed to the door pushing at the open door to escape that fate. Marcus was the first to fly free of their prison as they all flocked out. However, he was the only one to escape the clutches of the demons. Using all of his training he flew passed the clutches of the demons past the dragons. He went the only way he knew how to get out of this wretched place; he went up. Maybe he could get to earth. While Marcus flew, he thought of nothing. For months, he flew this way until he felt the cool breeze on his face and the sunshine on him. Had he reached the human world? Not a soul wandered the empty streets. Not a soul answered his cries for companionship. And as the sunset, they began to come out.
No, it was not where the living dwelled. Marcus came to a place somewhere in between. Where those who are not dead but not alive come to exist. Then it came to his attention that he was such a creature- dead yet alive. Here he chose to exist in this particular place. He was informed by the fiery green-eyed creature named Daemon that he had come to a shadow world, linked to the mortal world by shadows. For when the shadows fall on the human world, a door way is opened. And through this doorway the immortals venture in to torture, rape, kill, feed, and take what they need to survive only to return before the doorways wane. They sleep the day away hoping for a dark and rainy day. You see the doors are only partially closed but it takes a pitch-black shadow to open the door fully. This world linked Marcus to an unfamiliar world.
Marcus took up residency there and few realized his strange existence. He had no trouble support King Serkan. Serkan kept the town strong and let his people do as they pleased. Marcus found it fascinating to stroll down the streets of the mortal world. To watch them carry out there small lives. He ate there food and wine, even took up a few friends. Marcus wished he knew what it felt like to be a human he dreamt of it. Marcus had no recollection of human life and his new friend Daemon took advantage of this. Daemon corrupted Marcus' clueless soul. He taught Marcus how to kill, how to take a woman by force. And after centuries, the same dream of being human seemed to fade out of existence.
He became nothing but an emotionless creature hungry to feel anything. He took woman under him only to feel something, then after he climaxed there was nothing to feel. No, hope no fear, no anger, just empty. Empty like a glass that was filled to the brim but he could never seem to drink enough of the liquid to be satisfied. But this all changed when he met his new queen. All he had to do was touch her and his senses returned. He could taste the honey of her lips, the salt in her sweat, the breeze on his brow and the warmth in his thighs still screaming for more. Finally, Marcus felt satisfied from a woman, by this dark doll of a queen. She had such a tender touch with so much power within her little to her knowledge. It was her beauty and power that awoken his soul allowing him to feel again. Marcus felt regret for all the crimes he had committed especially to his recent savior. no longer a life-less zombie, Marcus was ready to feel and act out, A lot of planning was in store, as he left the great castle to his small room and board, leaving the woman who had awaken him to the rest of the monsters in the room. He regretted not taking his precious rose with him but it was too risky King Serkan enjoyed her too much to take her away, well at least not yet.
