"Do you know what slavery is? More importantly do you know how it feels? I do."
-Mammon Windsor, 23
Mammon was one of the spawn of the 100 Windsor program, he was one of the children who was born with the focus of harnessing magic. This was achieved. Other children would learn how to control fire or command animals with their magic, Mammon was not like them though. Even though he had just past his 4 year of living, his handlers showed him no sympathy, he was thrown into a world of the unliving. The demons he would channel through arcane circles would be his only 'friends'. They twisted his mind & soul, nobody suspected this as these demons taught him the art of trickery. His lies & acting were second to none, the program leaders were stunned by his ability with the dark arts but more so by his happiness that he would project when in the company of others. When the combat training would occur he would even extend a helping hand to those he would defeat in combat or compliment those who beat him. This facade would not last.
Slowly the program would take steps that would help them grow closer & closer to their ideal child who would be the successor to the throne. Nearing his 18th birthday Mammon would prepare his greatest spell, 'A boy who becomes a man is but one of the paths the body can take, I shall diverge!' was the only description he gave of what he had done. When the moderators decided that he was a satisfactory candidate to guard the Queen the testing increased, prior to those days his body would be injured in ways that would destroy parts of his body but only to let them grow back stronger, now the tests had become a system of failure equaling death.
Escape was now all that would run through his mind. His 'childlike innocence' that he had exhibited for years would finally payoff. Nobody other than his 'friends' knew his true power this mixture of the unknown factors that made up Mammon would allow him is freedom. The test began unlike the others this was one of the most perilous, the air was thick & grim as he entered the colosseum with his colleagues entering from other tunnels the handlers who held him on leash were concerned for his safety. They grew affectionate to him, or more importantly his act, before he reached the light at the end of the path, his guards fed him advice on how to pass this event, they would be spared. War had erupted between the siblings, bloodlines meant nothing.
Appearing to be a coward hiding behind his wall of darkness one of his sisters pounded into the barrier with fists of rock, desperate for victory. Feeling the time was right to start his play he lowered the wall but made it appear shattered, his enemy appeared remorseful as she threw him into the ground, shattering his arm into seperate angles. All of the warriors turned to see this display of the first to lose their chance of freedom, Mammon smiled. The ground below them developed into a solid darkness, so dark their feet could not be seen standing on it. Cackling could be heard surrounding the proving grounds so loud & high pitched the ears of those in the arena would bleed, fire of a new sinister colour encircled every one withing reach, all of these trailed back to the now hunched over Mammon. Suddenly a voice not of this realm, a twisted amalgamation of what a non-human thought of our voices with what their native tongue is, spoke from the body of Mammon.
"This is the vessel of Mammon harm him if you dare but you will gain a nemesis far beyond your understanding!"
All of the viewers writhed in pain from the inhuman forces toying with them, this caused something in Mammon to click. His normal voice broke through.
"Leave them alone m'lord they are not guilty of the crimes of which they're being punished for!"
"You dare argue with he who wishes to help you!"
"This isn't helping me you're just harvesting the innocent!"
"Very well but from here on my will is law..."
The ground returned to its' original form as the darkness retreated into the body of Mammon, he appeared to welcome it with open arms. This was the last recorded case of mercy that he had ever shown. His siblings all unconscious on the floor were unscathed, physically (though their minds were not as lucky). Still lusting for revenge he wreaked havoc on the facility killing all in his way to the exit, floors were drenched in black pus & it all had a smell of iron, probably due to the blood coating the area. Mammon finally had his freedom, but now, now he wanted what he was entitled to, power.
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