SHATTERED INDIFFERENCE: THE COLLISION OF WORLDS A man's destiny is not his own. The Universe chooses it's heroes and it's villains to star in the play of life: Each act chock full of turmoil and love; war and peace; brotherhood and sisterhood. This story is of two very different actors, who decide to take their fate a different way than the script of life suggested. The Hailed Eden. Once a beautiful place of peace and joy. Then the demons arrived. They destroyed everything. Stole our wives. Killed our livestock. Ruined our crops. And most of all, our lives. But there was a light to the darkness. A young boy was to be born after the climax of the decimation. A boy said to be destined. The Elders of Eden christened him... Danté. The Everlasting. Sixteen Years On... Danté looked expressionlessly at the bottom of the clockwork tower. He had been set to find something incredibly valuable. But they had not stated what it was in case of a mole in the organization. 10 years in The Anchor and you learn all the ins and outs of demon slaying. The hillfolk think lights and wards work, but they were always wrong beyond comprehension. Demons are creatures of flesh and magic, so can be killed by steel and flarebolt, not some oddly scrawled shape or candles strung over their fields at night. But his intel was always right. Otherwise Gabriel would suffer his verbal wrath, as per usual. Gabriel liked to challenge his underlings, and even though Danté had been in the organization longer, Gabriel had risen through the ranks just because he'd learnt a Soul Art before Danté. But Danté would show that stuck up idiot. Once he brought back the Crown of Abbadon there would be no other way for him to be promoted other than this. Then he would be equal to Gabriel and able to take on Decimation missions. He looked down. It was a fifty foot drop. Instant death. But he checked his inventory. He had a grappling hook, and he was sure there was not too much distance between him and the wall of the tower. He checked his feet for the distance between them and the ledge, then stepped back a few steps, and began into a sprint. Then, he leaped off the beam, limbs flailing as he grabbed the grappling hook, throwing it with all his might. As time slowed, his expectations were set in stone. He was going to die. He just knew it. But then, the rope tightened as the metal had caught a niché. He grabbed onto the rope hard, pulling himself downward toward the door. He gasped for breath as he took a quick stop. As soon as he was done, he tapped the door, with a quick gasp of gas, opened almost fluidly. He entered an almost bleach white room, with floodlights on the roof. He turned right, the top of a spiral staircase encompassing his vision. He decided to follow it. A few thousand steps later, he was at the base of the area. In the centre, there was a pillar, encompassed in an unnatural blue light, dust floating downward towards it. But that's when he saw it. The Crown of Abbadon. And a demon. He stepped forward, drawing his knife from it's holster. "Demon, it is time I sent you back to hell. Release the Crown or face your death." Danté said, pointing at the creature's silhouette.