Username: MotherMother •
Name: Remus •
Gender: Male
Embedded in the soul of a child was a spawn crafted by the devil himself. The goatlike beast desired concoction from life that could do his bidding with the earthlings while he stayed down below. Oh how he despised those mortals, who stomped around up above the devil's domain, their clamouring footsteps disturbed the chorus of shrieks that blessed his ears. He felt immense satisfaction knowing he would take their souls when their fragile bodies crumbled onto themselves.
Worse than the mortals were the guardian angels, who whispered advice to the flesh creatures and directed them in the righteous path, turning cold hearts into gold.
Alas, the devil had not the time to venture above Hell to hunt guardian angels. For that, he needed an assassin.
There were plenty in Hell, happy to throw themselves forward as volunteers, willing to do anything to escape the pits of horror. Some even enjoyed it. They were in Hell for a reason, after all.
But these volunteers had been flesh creatures themselves, they didn't have the skills to seek out a guardian angel. Thus the devil knew he needed to make the assassin himself.
Only the malleable mind of a child would do, but children never went to Hell.
Only the devil could rise through Hell's crust to coax a child down with false promises behind the face of a kind man. Only one being could be so vile, so despicable, so outright disgusting to snatch a young flesh creature while his mother wasn't looking.
Remus was the devil's proudest creation. This was the beginning of Remus's legend.
He was a beautiful creation. A slender body with peat pools for eyes, and a long, single, sleek tail.
When he was young, he fit in quite nicely. He learned who went to Hell, what they did, and how they were punished.
In his teenage years, he studied stealth and tracking down the supernatural, specifically guardian angels.
In his late teens, he learned how to yield weapons, and which was the right one for the job.
After each mission, Remus brought back a white feather, once pristine and beautiful was now tattered and broken. It wasn't long before he had an impressive collection adorning this throne, which sat alongside that of the devil.
It was on one mission that Remus had an emotion never felt before, when he looked into the fading eyes of a guardian angel who lay beneath his claws. The guardian angel whispered to Remus advice like it always had, helping one last soul before it parted from its body. She whispered to him that there was much he didn't know, and despite what he'd done to her she promised her forgiveness. A sliver of remorse pierced his heart as the guardian's pulsed its last beat.
He returned to Hell with a different tone beneath his pelt, and the devil could sense it. He warned Remus not to get weak.
The next trip to the surface he heard a child's laughter. He watched a butcher toss scraps for the strays. He watched the sun paint the sky in swathes of red and orange hues. And within himself he felt his own inner child grasp a hand outwards, as if reaching for his mother the day he was taken.
The next guardian angel he crossed paths with, he whispered to it instead of the guardian whispering to him. He told her of his discovery of emotion and memories. Once the crack was made in his black shell, a brilliant gold shone through. In his heart he knew he had to cross over to the other dimension.
When he didn't return that night from his quest, the devil went looking for Remus. To his utter horror, he watched Remus ascend, guardian angel in hand, rising up.
Remus welcomed the blare of light shining in from the Heavens. Closer, almost there...
The devil came roaring after him, fury launching him in great leaps towards his creation. But with a final push, Remus burst through the wall that separated the dimensions. He'd almost made it through, only his tail was gliding through the barrier when devil wrenched him back. And because Remus was still in the barrier itself, the dimensions started to crumble. They crumbled like flesh creatures who toppled over themselves. Now the immortal would experience mortality.
The dimensions began to rip. But because Remus existed in both, he began to split. His tail was the first to separate, and he felt his soul being torn in two. Then, a guardian appeared before him, grasped his wrists, and yanked him through the barrier.
All fell silent. The shaking ceased. All around Remus stood the guardians of Heaven, welcoming him despite his origin. That's the day the guardian assassin died, and Remus the guardian was born.