There were four... The story of War | silver01ta's Blog

The four tortured souls who worked together were not always so evil...

At one point in time they were simply normal men.

This is the sotry of the one who bore the name War.

He grew up in a different home than most children.

Where most children were always given praises for the their triumphs...

He would recieve criticism because his triumphs were never good enough.

Growing up he never fit into any crowd.

He was never smart, he was never socially popular.

He was your average human being with average looks.

Tragedy struck him when he was a young man and he had to grow up very quickly.

From the tragedy people noticed his superior strategic skills.

He could analyze a situation and remain clam and make the proper decisions.

Unfortunately he never had the same success when it came to love.

Love is something that he never understood.

He craved to be love but he never found it.

He then devoted his love to his friends and family only.

The Master was always watching him from afar.

The Master approached this man and requested his loyalty.

The man wanted nothing from the Master in return.

The Master knew he found his best soldier.

The Master did not have to do anything to this man.

He was perfect for the Master the he was.

This man became War.

War could commit horrid acts without thought.

He had no soul.

He had no time for love.

In fact he never wanted anything to do with love again.

To him love was just another tool for weak.

Of the men under the Master's command...

War served the Master the best.

Always following orders, always completing his tasks.

Ready to burn the world down at a moments notice.

War rid himself of his soul and his emotions.

For years War did his job silently and perfectly.

Until one day he snapped and left.

No one knows where the sudden change came from.

Famine and Pestilence followed War.

He was a natural leader.

A charasmatic individual who bring light into a dark room....

or fill a bright room with darkness.

Of the four, he paid the biggest price.

He lost his soul.

His punishment was not death.

But life.

Life with the guilt.

Life with no peace.

Life with nightmares of the unspeakable crimes.

Life with no light.

Only darkness.

So is the story of War.

His punishment was life itself...