In darkness, lies peace, home, and destiny

As a promising youth, young Vladdimir Dagron was fascinated with the arcaine, everything about it. His biological father left a large sum of money to him, some millions of dollars American. He never met his real father, but was very thankful for his gift.

As an archiologist, Vladdimir scouered the earth for artifacts, texts, anything he could find that was even connected to the arcaine. In his travels, he discovereda mystical gem, blood-red with a hint of darkness. Upon grasping it, it felt as if an inttity lept from it into his body. Suddenly his mind was flooded with at least a mellinia of knowledge, all he ever wanted to know, and secrets yet to surface.

Along with this "gift" came it's carrier; an ancient spirit that seemed to be an enigma, even unto itself. It wasn't purely good, nor purely evil, it just.....was. It seemed thankful, weiry, fairly quiet, and a bit banevolent(ofcourse that could be just a ploy, that is also unknown).

A year has passed, Vladdimir has re-created the temple the spirit had in it's former life. Dark, cold, yet somewhat cosy, in an ancient way. In the back room stood the fireplace, in the form of a giant human skull. The whole temple was a mix of black mortar and egyptian gold, with carvings that seemed to almost be in blood. Infront of the fireplace, sat a large thrown-like chair. Cushioned, oak, and graphicly adorned in dragons, demons, and oddly enought.....angels.

Along the wall of the fireplace, looked like candles in smaller skulls. The fires seemed to be like crystal balls to anywhere the viewer wanted to see, provided he knew how to. The main fire was the gate inwhich the spirit's master could be contacted and in turn comunicate his will.

As time passed, the cult of the Fallen Angels, a cult whos head was the master in the flames, grew.

A yound mage in the Circle of Thorns was watched carefully by the dark master. Known only as Bloodsight, this up&coming delver of magical arts felt trapped in the Thorns. He had be abducted because of his affinity for sharpness and his keen mind and presice methods. They wanted any advantage they could get over the rival gangs and organizations in Paragon City.

As per the master's instructions, Vladdimir Dagron, now known as Mad Vladd Dagro, tracked down a group of the CoT deep in a cave in Perez Park. By no small coincidence, it was that very gathering of the CoT where young Bloodsight was "rescued" from his meaningless captivity, and brought into the welcoming dark embrace of the true master of the mystical arts. As an apprentice, and chief minion of Dagro, he finally found his home.

Another child of the shining darkness was found, again in the clutches of the Circe of Thorns. A young woman by the name Diana Wrothchild was also a practitioner of the magical ways. Her's was a life without want, and all but without need. Her capture by the CoT was mainly ransom, that was refused. Dagro and Bloodsight were sent to.....alleve the CoT of their hostage. As thanx, she pledged her life to the Fallen Angels, and even moreso, pledged her heart to Dagro. She finally found her love, someone who would never abbandon her.

As the "family" gained presance, they began to attrack a small cult following. The temple began to feel more like a home, instead of a tomb.

As the Fallen Angels grew in size and power under the ity of heroes, two new "heroes" drew the eye of the master. A vampire several centuries old, and a massive hulking zombie pieced together from various other creatures with the central consciousness of a human. Their names where Seth Bloodlet and the monster Nights Bane. It seemed as though Bane got bigger the more Vahzilok they killed.

The two soon met up with Dagro and his cult. Seth and Bane were lead to the temple by acolytes of Dagro, and somehow drawn by the master himself. Upon entrance to the ancient structure, they felt the power, and peace, of the ancients. Coming upon the thrownroom, they saw the fires on the wall, and heard the voice that touched his mind. The master told them, that they no longer had to be alone, that whenever they wanted to rest and find peace, they would always have a home, in the Fallen Angels.

As you can probably tell, it was made and posted in a bit of a haste, but it was 12am, and I wanted to get the story on "paper" before my brain shut down for the night.

It was past the point of editing before I realized my mistakes in my post. So, with typos aside, I would love to know your thoughts on my story.

Thank you for your time, and patience.