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[Taken Snippets from Deunan's Journal with Arashi's permission. <3 ]

Briareos Hecatonchires grew up in the military life, joining at a young age and rose in the ranks as a former SWAT member of the LAPD. He was close friends with one of his superiors, Carl Knute when his daughter joined the ranks of SWAT team. Briareos had been specially assigned to the young woman as a 'personal' favor for Carl to make sure his headstrong daughter stayed out of trouble. Both had assumed it was a babysitting task. Deunan felt she didn't need to be watched over. Briareos didn't want to have to be partnered with a rookie-kid.

Deunan strove to prove him wrong; that she was quite capable of pulling her own weight. Briareos had learned a trust for someone even closer than his team which the reclusive man didn't know he was capable of.

Deunan softened. Briareos opened up. Both grew.

They'd since become inseparable. It's rare either of them can be seen without the other. Just over three years ago, an ESWAT mission had separated the two. They were put into two separate groups, and planted at completely opposite ends of the city. Everything was going as smooth as it could, given the volatile nature of their situation, when a non-nuclear bomb was dropped right near Briareos's position. He lost his human body, and was placed into the Hecatonchires Cyborg System.

Briareos has become a prime example of the technology of cybernetic implants. Although his body is almost completely artificial, he suffers little loss in humanity. His outer skin is elastic, capable of feeling sensation, and the temperature can be adjusted to the cyborg's preferences. He has eight eyes mounted on his head, four in his face (The large sensor in the middle is actually his nose) two at the bases of his "rabbit ear" sensors, and two at the tips, which allow him to safely look around corners. His human brain is augmented by an auxiliary "brain" that acts as an information processor, and is capable of handling information in a conceptual format rather than hard numerical data. His cybernetics controller, the Hecatonchires system, is named after the same 100 handed giants from Greek mythology. It is capable of controlling dozens of limbs or other cyborg bodies independently from one another, with no additional strain on the user.

Deunan was also injured in another blast, but nowhere near as bad as her partner. She had turned from her group when her instincts screamed at her, and the flare of the bomb was seen. She had been making her way to the position when another blast nearby caught her unaware.

By the time she had made it to the other side of the ruined city, Briareos had long-since been taken away, and there was no sign of the group. While she didn't give him up for dead, she did leave the city with no word to ESWAT. ESWAT presumed she was MIA/KIC, and informed Briareos when he was coherent once more, giving him her dogtags they had recovered from the city.

Immediately he left ESWAT against rules and regulations, immediately posted as AWOL and took off in search for his missing partner as he refused to be assigned anyone else while she was still alive and kicking. His journeys took him far and wide year after year; and eventually he found some sanctuary at a noodle shop where one of the shop staff offered him a place to stay while he re calculated his plan of action. It wasn't until a few rumors had him sure Deunan would be passing through any day. Who knew he would come to realize she was already there....

Centuries ago in the times of the great battle of angels and demons, where war famine and suffering riddled and sculpted the land a kit was born. Son of Archerus and Isolde; two high ranking demonics in the army first took his steps on the ash laden landscape. Childhood in these circumstances didn't exist for hundreds of thousands of kits born in this era; and this was even more of the case for the prodigy son....for once he'd mastered walking and had lived to see the day; his training had begun.

It was not easy the tasks and trials his parents and battle superiors had put him through, exhausting physical training, mentally draining lessons of strategic warfare and information. Day in and day out he was trained behind the battle lines to be a killer, to take out as many of the angels as he could before his time to pass on would be inevitable. Cold, hard and full of a programmed hate; Trovalius rose the ranks as the years passed. Blood stained his paws and jaws overtime as his eyes reflected the nature of a natural born killer. Years of unrelenting war and a blood soaked battlefield was enough to make one loose their humanity; yet the demon still kept a hold of the thin threads for his mother.

While as ruthless and dangerous as any male in the battlefield, Isolde held a grace and a love for her child that was rare among high ranking officers of the army. Isolde would make sure to finish any mission with haste and deadly force just to get back to the likes of her son and mate all the quicker. While love between demons were normally not uncommon, during the times of the great war mating and producing soldiers were a common practice without strings for many partners did not live long; yet when Isolde and Archerus had met in the heat of battle the two generals had fallen for one another. It was this love that kept them all sane, not losing themselves in the daily blood lust the demons were subjected to when enemy lines gave a push to their own defenses.

Grown into a deadly warrior, Trovalius had become a name in himself; teaming up with a fellow officer born male named Dionysius to create a terrifying tag team. Yet upon the pair reaching the same ranks as their parents; the two came upon a horrific piece of information. In order to surpass onto that next plateau....they would have to kill their own parent to gain their rank; relieving them of duty; permanently. Dionysius had gone first in the trial; killing his own father with ease just like he'd been taught and trained to do from the get go.

It was the night before Trovalius' trial where his father fell to an arch angel, killed in combat. When word got back to him and his mother the pair fell apart, his mother more so at the loss of her mate; and best friend. Content to stay at his rank, it wasn't until the next day where he was informed his mother of the same rank would take Archerus' place; did something begin to stir in the dark harbingers heart. With a broken heart and lost moral, Isolde begged for her son to continue with the trials, knowing she would meet her beloved in the afterlife; but he refused. He couldn't bare to take her life....but when the council prepared to kill her themselves; her torn words rang true that if she wasn't killed honorably she would not meet Archerus in Valhalla. It was the day Trovalius had killed his own mother, the only soul dear to his heart.....this was also the day the demon had snapped and ran, not stopping for days till he collapsed.

Waking days later, the demon had been kept safe by the protective willow who's branches had sunk down to conceal him as he slept. Voices had whispered in his mind, and stirred his heart; calming and serene like his mothers had been. The droplets from the tree had washed the blood from his paws; stains which no amount of water could cure before. He was convinced the tree had magical properties, and for the next few months had refused to leave it; protecting it from the likes of anything which came to harm it. When weeks had passed and he was forced to go for the hunt, the demon had returned to find young punks had begun to tear up the surrounding moss. This angered the demon, and took out his aggression on the foolish youth....but did not kill them when the tree's gentle whispers pleaded him not to. Gentle whispers instructed him to put the moss on his back; and he did so without question and sat, and sat....and sat for weeks. Oddly enough the tree kept him fed, the rain poured when he was thirsty, and food coming close when he was hungry. Faithful to this new found wonder, the moss soon attached to his back and flourished, voices echoed in his ears from the surrounding flora and fauna, and markings of his new found roots growing over his past appeared on his forepaws.

Life changed when he came across a noodle shop; finding winter sanctuary in the greenhouse of one of the shop staff. While his hate for anything unnatural of this new technological world grew strong, it began to fade when he met a angel by the name of Leyla Fin who's calm and old world like attitude wormed a place into his life despite the resentment of their once warring heritages. He had to admit he didn't mind the company, despite he'd never speak such out loud. The sad femme had explained after many a run ins with the demon that she had been unable to reproduce, which although making him uncomfortable; wanted to see the happiness return to the femme. He'd sworn by any means to give her back that happiness.

....and ended up getting her pregnant with kits.

Soon he found himself father to two daughters and a son, Lavius, Trentil....and a daughter he named Isolde for personal and secretive reasons his family has yet to know. The smile had returned to Leyla's face and for the time being, the demon has been trying to adjust to caring for a family of his own; not sure if he's been succeeding or failing.