The Origin of the Orb of Bet'anya
One thousand years after Apollymi's rampage, and Bethany death. Acheron rebirth from human to God, and his brother, Styxx being left on a Vanishing island by Artemis.
Stryker, cursed son of Apollo and leader of the Daimons. He had sworn vengeance on Apollo and the rest of the human race.
And it became Acheron duty to try and stop them from causing harm to those that never stop to think of his own well being.
As the Daimon threat grows, Acheron the son of the destroyer, Apollymi, was living in the Atlantean heaven realm Katoteros. His home after the death of his family in Didymos.
Returning after a long day of killing daimons with his Charonte daughter, Ash swears for the thousands time over the stupidity of some of the daimons he fought that day... Really one of the imbecile really thought that he could take him on with a tree branch... True, it had been a pretty large tree branch, about the size of small wagon. But nonetheless the fool had charged him with it. And still had a couple twigs in his hair to prove it.
Acheron sighed as he looked around the main hall of the place feeling that something was off...
"What th-" Is all he got out before a fanged group of 20 or so Blonde, and fierce daimons rushed into the room to kill him.
"Oh great... Just what I need after a long day at work... More work... For the moment Lets just ignore the fact. That there is Absolutely no possible way that you all should even BE here." Acheron said as he started fighting back against the daimons when they swarmed him.
He finishing them off quickly with his swift blast of his god powers. They had been in his home and he would not allow it.
Standing in the middle of the throne room watching as the daimons all turned into little golden dust piles on the floor. Taking in souls alter a appoilite body completely turning them in daimons and ones to be feared.
Wondering about as to how they even got there, as he ask his grandmother the north wind to sweep away the little dust piles.
She did as he asked and the little pile blew out the doors and windows going to who knows where. He paced around the throne room thinking of the most likely candidate... Stryker. He has the motive and these are his men but he doesn't have the power too.
While his men can go back in forth from Kalaois to Earth. But his mother didn't give them the power to come to Katoreros... Would she?
"No..." She would never allow that, Acheron shook his head as he was sure that was the one thing would never do. She loved him above anything else in this world. Its the one thing he'll never doubt about her and the only thing he can count on.
That and his adopted charonte daughter, The Simi, who was currently moving to a new position as a tattoo on his body. Over four thousand years old and with the mentality of a four year old. Simi is a merely baby demon of his mothers Pantheon. Simi mother died protecting Acheron a thousand years before. While on Acheron body she can rest and keep an eye on his vital signs, usually as a colorful dragon tattoo.
Taking one last look around to check all the dust was gone. He suddenly his realized that there was someone... or something else down in the basement where the stone statues of the Atlantean Gods were being held.
When Acheron had died the first time, his mother, Apollymi had been furious. So furious that she destroyed her entire Pantheon, her family for their part in the death of her son and almost all of Greece too.
Acheron had then been trick into being brought back to life by Artemis, his mother had been once again returned to the Atlantean hell realm of Kalaois.
Where she has to stay until either her son dies or he goes to his mother and release her to upon the human realm. Then bond by an oath she made in anger she would destroy the entire world.
He has long ago decided he just couldn't allow the world to be destroyed over him. Flashing down to basement Acheron was ready to kill the last fool to dared defile the one and only place he has ever been able to call home...
But what he found there confused him, expecting an ambush he look around the cold statues of family members that had wanted his death. He soon notice a light further back towards the far wall.
There standing in front of one the statues, a Daimon with one hand holding something tuck under his arm. The other hand was glowing with red aura in front of the female statues face.
At over six feet in height with short to medium length blonde hair that seem to stand on end in a perfect wind blowed mess. The male daimon wrapped in a long red cloak that hugged every curve of his strong muscled body and flaring out towards at the back. Strapped to his side two swords similar in style to one of Acheron teachers and friend, Takeshi, he called them samurai swords.
On the back of his coat, Acheron saw a strange symbol of a golden black sun with ribbons of blood red and silver wrapped in eternity knots behind it, but the chilling part was over laying what the entire design. A shadow image of a skull mencing death grin that while it was always there could only be seen at its entirety at certain angles of light. He somehow knew that, that skull was his true self and it definitely represented death...
Acheron had never seen anything like it before. He wasn't sure what the daimon was doing but as he edged closer he could hear the man speaking in a ancient language. One even older than the Aleanteans.
As he spoke the glowing power from his hand pulsed and waved with the words. Mak a soft glowing light dance across the statue in front of him. The female statue he stood front of started to glow in the same aura as the daimon hand. When the daimon placed his hand on her chest between her breast, there was large flash as the red aura of power turned white and the burst of energy fled from the statue with a mournful cry.
The energy flew past Acheron and weaves its way among the other statues lighting them up before going up and out, passing through the ceiling like a ghost. As Ash looking back at the cursed apollite still hadn't moved from the female statue. But at that point the man, half turned to face the God.
Turning one more look to his Goddess that he, Kuzo had been created for the sole purpose to kill. Should she ever become too compromised by her current life and unable to prepare for the finale battle. Hand still on her chest he gave one more goodbye to her before facing the confused but angry Atlantean God.
"I'm sorry it took so long my Goddess, but now with your death may you know peace." Removing his hand and facing Acheron entirely with look of utter stoicism on face. Kuzo lifted his left hand that held the item he had been holding up for Ash to see. It was a glowing green and purple orb the size of a softball with a symbol of a black flaming bird being shot from a woman holding a bow and arrow on its swirling surface.
"This is what is left of the Goddess, her memories, her pain, and her sorrow. While the rest of her has moved on to be reborn this should not be returned to her. Not till the time comes to forgive" Tossing the orb to the god, confused Acheron caught it and Kuzo then took a battle ready position. Drawing his two swords as Ash tried to understand what in Kalasois was going on.
"Who are you? And what in the God's name were you doing?" Smirking the blonde man said quite sarcastically, "Not that its Really any of Your business....'
'But since you ask so nicely...." Slowly he started advancing on Acheron.
"I am Kuzo the killer, my sole purpose is to find and determined if the One and True Goddess of Light and Destruction has the ability to destroy that which she swore to kill. That corrupt and false light and darkness that is threatening us all.'
'If I find that her will has weaken or if reasons beyond her control- ' He pause for a brief moment, '...like now-, are preventing her...' Another pause. 'Then I am to kill her and pass her to the next life to try again."
A small bit of sadness flash over his eyes as he took a quick glance towards the statue of female goddess. That Acheron could finally see was Bet'anya Agriosa goddess of wrath and misery. Not that knowing that still made any sense.
"She not really known for her light nature... This guy is nuts..." Acheron thought to himself, unsure on how much to believe the soul sucking daimon. After all while the apollites and daimons were stronger than humans and had many more powers and skill, they still were no match for the Gods. How could this daimon, have been made to kill a god? He risked a glance back down at the softly glowing orb that he now held in hand as he held. His staff being in the other.
"Now that I've finish my original quest and the true purpose has left the building..." Kuzo said, with a sigh and a surprisingly light-hearted note made Ash look back up to see that the daimon was charging him with the long eastern style swords in both hands.
"Its time to fail at the quest that fool Strkyer believes that I'm doing." Acheron stepped back and block the first strike with staff sliding the orb into one of the pockets of his coat. Pushing Kuzo back Acheron was hesitant to use his god powers like he had with the ones upstairs.
Something was really different with this one. He had to get to get to the bottom of this but it wasn't going to easy. Kuzo demeanor had changed, he no longer took quick glances back to the statute, he was focused on Acheron fully and completely. And with a grim determination he attack, obviously this other quest had to do with Acheron and this Daimon either knew he wasn't going to win... Or didn't want to win...
"How and why were you able to get here?" Ash asked as Kuzo slid back after dodging a counter strike from the tip of Ash's staff.
"A Thousand years ago, I thought I would wait to finish my lady off the moment she gave up her godhood. But on that day that fool Apollo curse my race the day your sister died...' As the daimon continue to strike out at Ash a small wistful smile curved Kuzo handsome lips. 'So Thanks alot for making me wait to complete my tasked."
"In a way I am pleased I didn't have to kill her while she was carrying the babe. He turn out to be a good kid...' Frowning, Kuzo back off after a particularly solid jab to his side from Ash's staff.
Kuzo Bit back the urge to just fight with all his might, its never been in him to just get up without fight. Especially in these last thousand years while fighting his way up in ranks in Strykers army.
Waiting for the day he took in the right amount of souls that would give him the power to come to Katoteros without Apollymi's 'Blessing'. Unfortunately time had been needed to perform the spell that would release Bet'anya from her stone prison and allow her to move on.
So after much convincing and lying that he would be able to get into here and kill Acheron if he just had a bit of back up. Strykers finally agree the give him a handpicking of 23 of the best and most ruthless of the daimon army to come with him.
But Kuzo choose them not because of their battle skills, but of their character. He never intended on any of them to live so he picked to most fouls and unfit to live. Reallt they deserve there deaths, theses Daimon had taken any soul that could get there hands on even if it wasn't necessary for them, like pregnant women.
While Styrker doesn't allow the behavior as a rule there thousands of daimons joining the army every day, and thousand being killed for one reason or another. He couldn't be accountable for judging everyones moral character... Much...
Kuzo and Ash locked in battle they weaved their ways around the statues getting to far end where the statutes were not grouped as close together,
"So the Daimons up stairs were just a distraction for me, so that you could kill a Goddess?" Acheron summed up the only way he thought it could make any sense.
"But you've must of known your weren't going to live through this." Dodging around the few other statues of the area Acheron barely missed being cut in the femoral artery by one of Kuzo blades.
"And who saids I had planned too.' Kuzo said, 'You have already dispatched of my comrades, why not remove me as easily. I am just as bad as them, I've killed innocent lives and souls to further my own plans.'
"But you didn't do this for an evil purpose as you said... And you think you can just get away with killing a goddess like that." Acheron said once he was able to knock one of the swords from Kuzo grip.
He smirk as Kuzo watch one of his swords went flying. Kuzo stared after it as the sword landed with a deafening clatter in the dead silent basement. "So you don't intend to finish me yet.... Well that can't be helped I guess. My plans are finish and I am no longer necessary.... But it looks like I'm going to need to give you a reason."
He glanced up looking Acheron directly in the eyes, and he could see Kuzo had decided something, and that something wasn't good. And with that the tall handsome daimon came charging at him with one sword, excluding the intent to kill....
...And aiming for the small colorful dragon tattoo on Ash's arm. Kuzo watched Ash's face panic at the fear like no other for his demon daughter gripped him. He knew it would send Acheron into a frenzy. Because while on his body she would be defenceless to protect her self. Drawing on his power Ash blasted Kuzo without thinking blowing a hole through his chest and he landed up against the wall...
The most excruciating pain of Kuzo life torn threw him at the god's blast. Once landing on the floor and as the darkness started to overtake him. The daimon gave small almost unnoticeable smile as he thought to himself. "Styxx... when the time comes you'd better not screw it up again... Or next time... I'll destroy you completely... for being a threat... to my Goddes-......."
Breathy heavy Acheron stood up straight after insuring that Simi was alright. Looking over to see... not a pile of dust like normal daimon. But a body, bleeding against the wall he had fallen upon.
"How strange," He thought as he approached the body. Only to notice that while it may not have turn into dust right away, the body was flaking and was having a rapid decomposition rate. Instead of a golden dust that he was accustomed to, after a few minutes there laid a pile of red dust.
No longer sensing anyone else in his home he pulled out the small green and purple orb to study it. The bird in the symbol reminded him of someone but he couldn't place his finger on it. Unsure and whether or not the odd daimon was telling the truth about this being the Goddess pain and sorrow.
Acheron slowly applied some of his power to it, only to almost be swept away by the intense power inside. "Wow...." Whatever was in here Acheron had a bad feeling it shouldn't fall into the wrong hands... But how does he know when the time comes....