There was once a wise man who had lived for hundreds of years. Some says he was immortal, some says his a ghost. There right, his an immortal man whos actions changed the future and a ghost of the past...
A thousand years later a small group of travellers found him, weak and feeble in an isolated planet called Tundra, the most coldest planet ever to be discovered. He wasn’t expecting any company but was more than happy to have a decent chat. For once he heard laughter and felt joy in the voice of the merry band. Then the travellers left and the man was once again. He then thought to himself if he can also travel the galaxy. Happy of the thought that crossed his weak and feeble mind, He then left his humble cave and died in a blizzard...
As his eyes saw nothing but darkness, crippled by the cold that once he could not felt, he was happy yet had many regrets in his mind...
Then a bright light appeared before his eyes with two angels and a seraphim.
"Such a poor soul i have found. The way he struggled and fought death was a sight to behold. His age aside he can be of use! Bring me the soul of a demon and an angel for this soul shall be a vessel, nay- a messenger!" The Seraphim said with his eyes flashing with malice as he smiled to his new found toy.
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The doomed man tried standing to no avail. He tried muttering words but none came out. He can do is look up to the seraphim as he smirked and pointed his finger at the doomed vessel.
"You’re name shall be Aroldo Ryder. A name fitting of your old self i must say, for you have lead an army once and never backed down." The Seraphim said as the soul of demon and an angel is at his hands. The man tried to crawl away but his body won’t listen. Like before he could only watch, watch as the soul of a demon and an angel merge together in unison and the seraphim smirks as the angels held his arm in each side bring him closer to the Seraphim face-to-face. With a smirk the seraphim drived his hand onto the mans heart, piercing it and letting the vessel go as it hit the ground out cold...
The seraphim left as soon as his work was done. He only needs to wait. Waiting for the man to be reborn. Yet he forgot that this man is immortal and a ghost. The man soon woke up from his slumber. He found himself staring at a wooden ceiling with a giant holding him. He reached out for the giant and soon realized. He was reborn.