“Are you sure we need to use Number One?”

“This is the strongest angel we’ve encountered, it’s already taken out 12 of our mid-level demons. We can’t afford to lose any more.”

“Surely we could send out Two, Three and Four instead, your highness.”

“I know of the risks. All has been taken into account, and this is the only way of sure victory. Go now, awaken him. Do not give him room to misconstrue his orders.”

-

In the darkest corner of the castle sits the strongest Weapon. They call him One, the strongest demon to ever live.

The place smells of a sour, fetid odor. The room is about 30 feet wide and in the shape of a dome. 56 magic imbued chains hang from the ceiling holding One in place by his neck and four limbs, that sap the very will from his body. He adorns a vest of gold on his chest, an extremely expensive, one of a kind piece of equipment. The vest ensures that any command that is given to its bearer will be fulfilled, whether the command be with or against their will.

As the Keeper of the Weapons approaches the cell, One already knows that he is coming. His eyes open slowly, it has been long since any of the foolish humans have entered his cell.

As the keeper opens the door silently, he looks up to see 2 white dots glowing at him in the darkness, somehow emanating pure hate and killing intent in their truest form, causing the keeper to shudder and freeze in his tracks. After several moments he gathers himself and continues into the dome shaped room. He stops about 5 feet away from the gleaming dots of white and lights a candle.

There he kneel.

With black hair unkempt and down to his knees, dust and grime covering him like a thick film. The smell is putrid, and the keeper has a hard time keeping his breakfast in his stomach. The Weapon has been in this cell for 12 years, untouched since then.

The keeper clears his throat as to ensure that no mistakes are made in his order to the Weapon.

“One, you have been chosen to partake in a mission. Your orders are to intercept the angel that is wreaking havoc on our lands and kill it. There will be no other casualties and you will return to this exact position when you are finished with the angel.”

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After several moments of silence the weapon responds in a deep grumble that seems to shake the very earth below him.

“...Acknowledged.”

The keeper turns around and exits the dome in a slightly nervous and hurried way, relieved that he did not have to spend another second in the cell with with that monster. He draws the complex password on the crystal tablet to the right of the door and then places his thumb below it so it can read his fingerprints.

The dome slowly starts to part at the back of the room and the chains are systematically released to let One, the strongest demon to ever live, move. Although he can move, he is not free. His chains may be gone, but he is still imprisoned by his vest, which makes him obey any command, forever.

As the chains unlatch themselves from his appendages, he drops his arms to his side and simply kneels there for several minutes.

The dome’s back wall finishes it’s opening and the keeper finally gets a good look at the Weapon's body. At about 7 feet tall he is average size for a humanoid demon, with large and toned muscles. The weapon is able to keep his form even after 12 years of no food or exercise by absorbing the mana around him, something that only those that are very gifted in magic can accomplish. There are large black horns that sprout from the base of his head and circle around the front where they turn outward for about a foot. His skin is a dark grey, although that may be because of the years of grime that has accumulated on his body. Otherwise he looks much like a human.

In a flash of energy the Weapon suddenly disappears.

A demon with magic, such a thought makes the keeper shudder as he walks back to the throne room to alert the king that the job is done.