TRIALS OF THE INNOCENTS:

Thy Will, Be Done:

In recalling our first meetings, brief, furious and deadly, we knew eachother only in passing, as shadows, purchased and manufactured. She as a rogue counter-espionage agent; he as a failed corporate entity, a commodity which would not be contained. Her knowledge of the craft, combined with her reputation for both proficiency and discrection unsurpassed, made her valuable; conversely, his value was quickly fading, as he dwindled upon the brink of obscurity, a discontinued prototype, malcontent and obsolete.

Within his pain and rage, those who had brought him forth, had unknowingly forged an inexplicable union of both sacred and profane. He was to be the first, the foremost of his bloodline, a new breed of holy warrior, scorched by the breath of the infernal, empowerd by the words of the divine. None would live to know the horrific magnitude of that ambitious error, for those who sought vainly to discover it, were only among the first of his tormented victims.