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Varcran was an Archangel made by the Father of all creation personally. He was crafted to be an Archangel of balance, and thus was quite a noble person in nature. He was a man appreciative of the arts, the intricacies of all within the universe, versed in music, given the gift of healing, and a warmth and love unlike most. To counterpoint that he was well taught in multiple forms of combat, from hand to hand, all forms of weaponry, and harnessing of spiritual energies, given unimaginable strength and endurance, and given some of the most majestic and powerful wings in all of the kingdom.

His balance, or the pivot, for all that he held within was a kindness and warmth of heart, a discerning nature, and the wisdom of Heaven. He was raised, tutored, mentored, and trained by the most powerful of the Archangels, guided with care towards his ultimate destiny as one of the Kingdom's most grand warriors and ministers. From the very beginning it was quite clear of what Varcran was capable of. Before the fall there were renegade dark spirits and energies, without form, conscience, or control. His earliest true combat experience began here. Very few others, even with 10 times or more his experience and training, were able to handle the spirits and energies as he was. All of his battles found victory. He brought quite a morale boost to the soldiers, renewing what they felt so long ago in their devotion, enthusiasm, and zeal.

After much training and tutoring and being assured of his balance, loyalty, and devotion, Varcran was designated a true Archangel and given the command of some of the Heaven's best fighters. He achieved early in his life what most angels could not do in an eternity. He was considered one of Heaven's best and brightest. The enemies of the kingdom came to call him Heaven's Wrath. One day he was summoned into the presense of the Father himself, not merely given instruction handed down, or spoke too distantly. "My son, I have a special assignment for you. A commission from me." This had never happened to him before and he was utterly stunned. He was sent to retrieve and protect a young girl in her teens. He was told to go to a forest just outside of the Seelie mounds.

There he found by a lake, a young sidhe by the name of Ahnehelle, being brutally beaten, cut, and stabbed by another sidhe by the name of Jacae. Within this man Varcran felt everything he ever hated and despised, picked the man up by his throat, and struck him once with violent force using his wings, consider by some to be the greatest insult and indignity that an angel can offer. Jacae unsheathed his long blade and attempted to do battle with Varcran to no avail. Jacae's blade was eventually knocked out of his hand due to Varcran's superior swordsmanship, then was struck unconscious. He then rushed to the side of the young girl, beginning to send healing power through her badly beaten and tattered body. After she was made stable enough to do so, Varcran took her into the kingdom.

There he took an active role in her healing, visiting her as many times as possible, Soon there were no secrets between them, having shared all that they were, all they are, and all they desire. The warmth and kindness shared between them soon blossomed into a deep, beautiful, passionate love. They seemed to love eachother more every single day and they became inseperable. They spoke of and persued spending the rest of their lives together. One day, after much discussing, planning, and embracing, Varcran went to the Father to request permission to have Ahnehelle as his wife. He was granted not only permission, but express and powerful blessing to do so. Soon after Varcran and Ahnehelle met within a forested area. He told her the wonderful news and they embraced eachother once more, holding tightly to one another, never wanting to be seperate. They discussed more the future they wanted to forge together - the family they wished to have. He kissed her, pouring out all the love of his very being for her out. As their lips seperated he layed a hand upon her arm, speaking a tongue no mortal ear could understand, and her arm began to warm and glow in response. He had made a mark of a rose upon her arm, initiating the first part of the binding. Overwhelmed with joy Ahnehelle began to cry and kissed her love desperately. Just as her lips seperated from his and she was about to make her mark on her love she was striken by an arrow and cried out in pain, other blood curdling screams and the sounds of battle could be heard in the background.

In the distance Varcran could see flame and smoke rising. He told his love to run into the holy temple and to wait there. He began to rally his men as she was fleeing. A third of heaven's angel's were rising against their master under the direction of the Archangel Lucifer. Varcran and his men were fighting valliantly, pushing drove after drove off when he heard Ahnehelle's scream, and his brother along with a group of fallen stood in his way. Forcas, his brother, made a deal with Ahnehelle's father to seperate them. He, the love they shared, and the child they intended to have brought great fear to the of the ruler of the seelie court, and Jacae was still as persistent as ever to have her for his own. Vacran was absolutely enraged. He battled his brother, eventually casting him to the side and beginning to violently swing and strike through the thousands upon thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of angel between him and his love. Many were struck down and killed instantly, many more went flying in every direction, they bodies of angels raining from the sky due to the force of power he exerted, trying desperately to her, screaming out her name as she cried desperately for him. He was cut, stabbed, burnt, bones broken, other bones knocked out of their sockets, but refused to give up. Eventually the fallen began to pile on him and his brother rose back to his feet and struck him with such force to the head, that coupled with his other wounds, knocked him out cold. The horde dragged him into Hell.

He was trapped there for a great length of time with all of Hell's resident eager to taste his flesh. Survival was not easy, but more than worrying for himself he feared for his love. He wanted her to be ok, he wanted to find her and hold her in his arms and wings once again. One day he heard that Lucifer had learned or somehow gained the ability to travel the realms with ease, even to the kingdom of Heaven for an audience with the Father. Varcran tried desperately to gain this knowledge and did, but lacked the time to practice and discipline it fully. Every day more demons thirsting for his blood would attack him, and perhaps one day they would finally taste it if he did not escape. Due to his lack of experience in traversing the realms he needed to find a focal point of power to manipulate. A place of power that he could use to propel him outside of this prison. He headed for the heart of Hell in a desperate attempt to escape. If he failed to cross over, he would surely be killed. It was as close to suicide as you could get. He battled his way through the worst of the demons to his destination. There he suceeded in opening a portal and crossed through it just before another wave of demons could reach him, narrowly escaping by the skin of his teeth.