This is a long one, read if you're willing. And keep this in mind, I'm a Spiritualist, not a Christian.

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It started with the Rapture. People were going on to the other side, others trying to repent. I simply figured I should just try and survive. Someone had a different plan for me.

What I found out was that my body housed two souls, mine and that of an ancient demon from before that of God himself. It awoke inside of me when the Anti-Christ was born. It imbued it's powers upon me and told me in an ancient tongue that I somehow understood that it had gained faith in the Human race and wanted to see what I would do with it's power. It gave me more than enough to slay any but an ancient with the power alone, and were I to gain the skill, I could probly be unstoppable. But I was masked as a demon in Satan's service, sent up to aid his son.

When the Anti-Christ found me, though he was a little underwhelming, I knew it was him. Then I put on the mask, revealing myself as a warrior clad in crimson stained onyx full plate, a pair of blades on my hip and burning red wings. He impressed his will upon me, showing what he was sent to do here to humanity. I waited for the moment, watching the horrific visions roll past my eyes, then I got a glimpse of him in one of them, flat on his back with a dagger through his neck. He reeled back, shaking his head as he screamed "What is this!?!? Whose visions are these!?!? The Hell is going on!?!?"

I took my chance and dove forward. My fingers dug an inch into his neck, guided by sharp metallic claws from the armor. Then I ripped up, only stopping for a moment at his jaw to dig to the base of his spine, then ripped his skull off. His eyes bounced around in his skull, then focused on me. He gurgled what I could only imagine was a curse or plea for his life. I simply grinned, my wings turned grey and I said "They were my visions. Guess they were wrong." Then I crushed his skull in my hand and let my fist go to release all of the ashes.

I laughed once, thinking of how anti-climactic that was. Then a light enveloped me. Christ stepped into my field of vision, followed by St. Michael and Gabriel, both at the ready to fight me, should I try anything. I grimaced, then set my hands on my blades.

"If you wanna fight me for freeing humanity from your war, then let it be!" They looked at each other, then at me. "You didn't do it for more power?" Gabriel asked me. "Far from." I replied, loosening my grip on the blades. "He showed me what he was going to do, and I wasn't going to let him do that." They all smiled, then St. Michael stepped forward.

"I knew there was something different about you.." He said softly, tilting his head a little. "Where did you gain these powers...?"

I grinned, then spoke in the ancient's tongue. Only Gabriel reacted, shuddering as I spoke. "The deity Toa'rr Cla'lloth gave me his strength. He dates back to before your creator, and watched as his creations grew. He gained faith in us, so he gave me the power to save us all or destroy everything."

Christ and Michael had no clue what I said, but Gabriel did. They looked at him for guidance on it. "I know that language... Please, repeat what you had said.." His eyes were wide at first, but they returned to normal as I finished. He sighed, then relayed the message to the other two.

"You could've just said that.." the other two said in unison. I shrugged, then laughed. "I couldn't. The moment his name came to mind, I couldn't speak in my native tongue." Then they asked what I was waiting for.

"Do you wish to join our ranks? If you truly are fighting for the sake of Humanity and as strong as you are, we could use your help.."

I nodded. They told me to kneel, and I did. They formed a circle around me, then spoke in what sounded like ancient Latin.

"Ye are not the forsaken,
Nor the Damned,
Or amongst the Evil

May thy soul be cleansed,
And sin be wrought from thee
Counted amongst the Righteous
Thou shalt forever be"

My armor changed to a greyed out blue, my skin regained it's natural pigment and my wings burned a pale gold. I rose, and they smiled. I looked at them and said "Now, I take the title of the Risen, and I wish to bring more to my ranks." They looked at me quizzically, and I said "Let me do the same to other demons, ones willing to throw down the rulings of the evil ones and form my own legions.'

St. Michael was going to protest, but he stopped himself. "Fine, I will allow it."

Gabriel looked at me, laughed and said "I'm willing to see how you do."

Then Christ said "Go. Save your people, and convert our enemies into our friends."

I left, finding the nearest Legion of the Damned, and stood before them, first in my guise, then revealed my self to my title. I shouted out to them "To those amongst you who are wavering on this war, I call out. Do not rise your weapons against me and be counted amongst the Righteous! Join my legions and be freed of a painful death! But do not do this to save yourself! Look into yourself and see if you are willing! Those who think you are shall be weighed and changed! Those who do not shall be destroyed!"

Half of the thousand knelt at my speech. "Rise up! Defend yourselves from your former comrades and those who survive shall join my legion!" Then a battle broke out. I let out a final cry that judged the willing and changed the color of the truly willing's armor from black to white. At the end of it all, there were 400 of us, and we rushed to the next battle.