Where do we come from? A fair question to ask of any clan. Well, sit back and I will tell you. Long ago, the heavens of another place and time erupted in a war to end all wars. On one side were the Lords of the elements that make up all sentient beings and their surroundings, Time, Space, Power, Mind, Soul and Reality. These beings were known as the gods in this plane, their power was all but unmatched. Everything though stems from something older and this older being decided that he would control his children. The Father of Gods. he was known as. For centururies he schemed and warred against the gods until finally in one last climactic battle, he was defeated.

The gods could not kill their creator however, try as they might and eventually he was cast from his homeplane to another realm. Twisted into another form and his mind shattered the now pitiful creature awoke to his rebirth. The memories of his past locked away and never meant to be brought to the surface.

Ambition however manages to find a way to surface no matter how deep under the surface of a beings thoughts it runs. The seed of the once great beings ambitions sprouted, sending out roots which took hold and corrupted his reborn soul. The Battle Demon was created from this newfound lust for conquest.

Clans rose and fell around him and eventually he found himself leading one of his own. Enemies he had in abundance and they were crushed beneath an iron fist. Once at the top though, there is nowhere to go but down as the demon found. His clan's undoing was his capture by an assassin known throughout the land as the Confessor. A hostile takeover in his absense by members of the clan left the leadership weakened. When the demon returned, he found he was no longer welcome within the ranks of the Trinity.

How he laughed when the clan fell from beneath the feet of it's new rulers. The demon stood by watching as one by one the members deserted and fled into other clans, leaving the new Trinity holding reigns attached to nothing but emptiness.

Swearing off clanship the monster went out on his own, becoming a nemesis to many, a friend to few. He dabbled in the lives of others, guiding them to bitter ends and troubled times. He gained his amusments tricking enemies and seeing them blunder ahead into traps he laid out before them. Soon however the beast grew bored of this, he lusted for the power he once had. Something tickled at the back of his mind.

Years past, the monster travelled, learned, conquered, and finally returned with a new ambition...

The birth of vTx was near...