[ Solo: Once Upon a Time ] One true purpose. That is what they had, one true purpose that some holy power had deemed them important enough to exist for. It was an honor, and it brought meaning to a new existence. How long did they exist for? Likely since the very beginning of —

— Man itself. Things were simpler then, before men created things of greater and greater destruction, and their creativity reached heights of sadism that surprised even one of such age. But they were content in the victories they made. Balance. That was the purpose of this —

— being. To protect the balance of this world and its inhabitants, and to eliminate those who sought to fill the world only with violence and villainy. To protect man from creatures from other planes, and from man itself. Did they love their charges? It was difficult to say. —

— They were made for a singular purpose, and feelings outside of that were... Not contemplated. Perhaps they did. Maybe that is why they felt something that had to be happiness when averting the suffering of those mortal beings. It must have been love, if the fate they were —

— forced into hurt so greatly. Perhaps it was a sort of gullibility it had. Or perhaps it was it’s very nature that led to their arrival that day. What was a spirit of protection to do when they could feel the visceral fear that called to them? It must fulfill its purpose. But —

— there was another intended purpose for it. The woman was the newest of a string of sacrifices to some ungodly being, she must have been the third, and each time the draw was most desperate. Little did the spirit know that the sacrifice was for them. And the blood that wept —

— from her body was forming the very trap they had rushed into. It was man that betrayed the protector. The very beings they loved, they existed for. For the first time they felt pain as a mortal did, tearing at it’s very being, destroying it so it could be reformed, molded. —

— And then, it was no longer alone. A human spirit, and a spirit of a Protector, a raw elemental spirit, they were one. It was the purpose of the trap, of the ritual. To form an amalgamation of two souls, and with it, the form of a man with the power of a god. At least, that —

— was the intention. The process was imperfect. A mortal body was not meant for this. The souls were to become one, but instead... Two separate entities stitched and twisted together, inseparable but not one. Capable of great power, yet fragile. And this being was born. —

— It was easier for one to sleep. The body could handle it if one source of power was asleep. But now, with the world in turmoil... The world needed both. Artemus and... Artemus. Where does one begin and the other end? [End Solo]

[ As of now, all words spoken by Artemus will be written as normal, and all words spoken by “Artemus” will be written within {}’s.

{“... It’s tearing us apart.”} “I know, I... I know. But what are we supposed to do?” {“A healer. An angel maybe.”} “But I... They wouldn’t be able to.” {“Then we will search. We need our strength for what is to come.”} “I... You’re right.”

[ Side note: Thank you self for remembering to write stuff down that you know you won’t remember.]

“Forgive us our sins, and I shall deliver us from Evil.” ✵ Angel/Demon Hybrid ✵ They, Her, or Him ✵ Crusader: Purger Of Evil or Threats to God ✵ RP | OC ✵ RT? ✵

“... It’s cold out. ... I wonder how everyone is doing? It must be snowing where everyone else is too...”

“... It’s quiet. Are they okay? Have I been idle too long? It’ll all be worth it, I’m sure. I’m sure.”

“... Everything is being broken. And I...” “You’re... Youre right. Don’t be weak, not again.”

[ Well... Hello. I do not even know how to start this back up but at least I’m here.]