In the begining there was darkness. All things come from the darkness into the light and Markus Lupine was no different. Taken from his family and sent into the bottomless pit that was the abyssal realm. Locked away in a secret chamber and forced to unlock the secrets of time compression for his master, his father, his creator. Thousands of years passed before Markus Lupine found his only means of escape. Once free of the confines of the abyssal chamber, he would have to fight his way out of the dark abyss. With his bare hands he killed the first of his enemies, the anger and hatred for his father burning in his soul, driving him forward. After killing the pit fiend in charge of keeping him confined, he took the scimitar and bow from the dead warrior. The true battle began once he made his way into the true abyssal realm. Kobolds, gnarls, zombies, knerfs, and a host of other obstructions were tossed in his path by the merciless Q to keep him from escaping his clutches. Markus fought bravely and used the rage within his heart to cut down all enemies that crossed his path. Enemy after enemy fell upon him, and with every swing of his mighty arm another was cut down. It seemed as though there was an endless army advancing on him. And so for several days Markus fought, never loosing nor gaining any ground, then it happened, the great advacing enemy began to slowly break, he was able to make a few hundred yards between attacks. Then he saw his salvation, the twin pilars, sustaining the open portal to his brother's realm, the one place he felt that he could turn to for help. Vengence alone sustaining the mighty warrior, he would advance on the portal. Q, sensing his prize possession slipping away, threw everything he could in the path of the escaping Markus. But all for nothing, every enemy slain only served to drive Markus on. Once through the portal he fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke he found himself in a strange land, with green grass and trees that didn't look like bony skeletal hands reaching up towards a blackened sky. This world had a blue sky, with soft white clouds and a gentle breeze that blew across his broken flesh. For a moment he thought that he had been slain before he could reach the portal and he was in heaven. But all good things must come to and end. Markus could see on the horizion dark black smoke rising from a burning village, the screams of the women and children would meet his ears. That sound he knew too well, the sound of his mother screaming, his father yelling, his younger brother's wails for help. It hit him like a ton of bricks, the memories that Q had been supressiing for thousands of years came rushing back like a tidal wave. Though he knew he was not there, it was as if he were seeing everything happening all over again. Q, the murderer, was standing over him, blood dripping from his hands and face. His father's body lying motionless at the feet of his new master. His mother crouching over her fallen husband. Q's hand reaching out to capture his neck. Markus drew his scimitar and swung at the ghosts, but connected with only air. Tears of anger streamed down his face as he listened to the bandits yelling at the village natives, the murderous battle cries as they killed everyone that opposed them. Markus dropped to his knees and his fingers dug into the ground. Was this what Q had meant for him. Was this why Q had kept him locked away for years, to numb him to the pain of others? No, he knew what Q wanted from him. The dark arts he had been learning the one possession Q didn't have yet. Markus stood slowly and closed his eyes, feeling with his mind for the spirit of his brother. He sensed he was near, and off he went, searching for the one man who could help him destroy Q and vanquish the demons that resided within his soul.
