As far as I remember I have always been in the wrong side of the law. It wasn’t as bad as Many would let you believe, but what do I know… My gang was like a family; we cared and protected one another, until that dreadful day.
We were in our greatest heist, but things tuned south fast, some died in both sides and I got caught. I was sentenced to eight years in prison and after the first month it had already gotten unbearable, but destiny had something prepared for me. A mysterious man came to my cell, he wore black clothing with markings i had never seen before. “Mr Donovan, I have a proposition to make you. You will join my enterprise and in exchange I will set you free”. That was an offer I could not refuse, so I accepted.
He took me to a estrange place witch’s details are blurry for some reason, in fact, everything that happened there is confusing, but one thing I remember. There was other one with me, a woman; we were told that only one could leave. I stabbed her but as soon as her blood touched the floor it happened, strange symbols appeared and created a estrange horned creature that guided me to an office were the estrange man was waiting. “We were worried for a second brother Donovan but you have not disappointed us. Now we shall explain why you are here. There is a war that has raged for millennia, hidden from the mortals eyes, and you will help us win it”. It was madness but it was too late to run away so I stayed. They taught me how to bring creatures to this world, lesser demons they called them. When my training had finished the told me to find and kill a man called Preacher. Things would only get worst from then.