After suffering a traumatic childhood, Arsène is forced into hiding and his white angel wings are tainted in a deadly black. 15 years later, at age 21, he is eventually blessed with the great power of fire. With the legendary Inferno at his side, he...
The flames burned brightly. So bright that a mere glance made your eyes burn. He looked around in fear and hoped his parents made it out okay. But that hope didn't last long as his world faded to black. Eventually, he wakes up and looks at what's left of his home city. Nothing. Burned to the ground like burnt cookie crumbling. He looked around with panic. "Mom! Dad!" He called out. He ran and ran and looked until he found them. But not as he hoped to. Seeing red liquid pool around his parents' stomachs, he feared the worst and puts his ear to both their chests. No beat...
He shook his head to rid himself of this horrid memory. He glared at nothing. This memory has haunted him for 15 years, not once leaving him alone. Arsène walked forward, donned in his signature red chest plate, silver and white gauntlets and silver armour boots. As he was walking, he noticed something strange in the bushes. He pulled out the Axe of Flames from his back and slowly edges towards the object. Inferno was his fierce weapon, combining the blade of an axe, the hook of a scythe and the end of a spear. When he got close enough he realised that in front of him was his greatest hatred. A Shapeshifter from the Shadow Tribe, a massive clan of Underworld Warriors who were lead by Vesuvius, the clan chief. He noticed that it was patrolling the area. Probably to see if there was anyone that will get in their way of their ambition to create their own universe. Quietly sneaking up to it, he quickly slammed his weapon down on his enemy's head, cleanly cutting him in two. "Hmph. Served you right." he muttered in his deep, smooth voice. He continued on his path, making his way to his mansion. Upon entering the front door, he took his armour off and stored it in his armoury underground. After changing into his casual clothes, consisting of a black peacoat, black fingerless gloves, black jeans and boots, he sat down on his bed and put his headphones on. Then he picked up his drumsticks and started playing Low by Lenny Kravitz. About half an hour later, he heard the rocking tune of Undefeated by his favourite band, Skillet. It was Maria calling. "Arsène! Come quick! There's been an attack in the city," Maria said, panicked. "On my way," Arsène replied calmly. In a flash, he was armoured up and wielding the Inferno. Dashing out the door, he quickly made his way to the hideout, which was located a few kilometres west of Tokyo, in an abandoned warehouse. Although he encountered a ton of ShapeShifters along the way, he just powered past them, incinerating them. Reaching his hidden base, he greeted Maria silently. Maria was the only one who personally knew Arsène. Everyone else knew him as the Fallen Angel. Legend has it that he was descended of the ancient Archangels and had powers unlike anything historians have ever studied. But that legend is true. "Arsène! Quick! There's a whole bunch of ShapeShifters attacking the west of the city," Maria explained. "Got it," Arsène acknowledged and fired off to take care of the bastards that dared destroy his life. "Oh Arsène, if only I could tell you..." Maria said, then dashed after him. When Arsène arrived at the city, he immediately charged at the closest ShapeShifter. But instead of using his weapon, he launched fire from his hand and the ShapeShifter burned to a crisp. "Hmph. Prepare yourselves."
A/N. So that's the start of my story. I hope you enjoyed it and are looking forward to the next part. This below is what Arsène looks like. Hand drawn. Stay tuned for Maria's design next chapter.
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