Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-25808351-20170222210342

"Marcus is very special. His mother, a goddess, and me, his father. He was born with a spirit energy never seen before, a combination of combined divinity and damnation.... he is a breed all his own. Throughout his life, Marcus fought against against the dueling nature and instincts. The devine urge to protect and serve, the animal urge to feed and destroy. Have you not ever noticed his irises glow? That is when he fights an internal war of good and evil." The massive gates shift again with another ear popping boom.

"For so long Marcus was unaware of this, the power he held buried beneath a mortal life of mediocrity." The booms become more rapid and aggressive. Something was trying to break open the gate. "Marcus did die, Ibrahim, but he didn't stay dead. We Hellhounds are masters of the soul. We found it, brought it back to it's vessel. Then with a little bit of our power we shut Victivius long enough to bring Marcus back.... but we soon realized that the only being who could tear Victivius from his throne, hated every last one of us."

The gates begin buckle and creak, it's giant steel lock bar breaking apart. Steel bolts and rivets that hold the gate together break loose, flying through the air like bullets.

"Marcus did not work himself into the fabrics of the void, he's changing it. He's become everything I hoped and everything I feared he'd be. With the powers of a god to reshape realms, the savage hunger of a pure Hellhound and my foolish meddling, Marcus is lost to you both." Cerberus stops in front of Armata and Ibrahim.