The first humans came to be thousands of years ago. After Satan was cast out of heaven, a new angel took his place as the new Guardian. This Guardian in question was Ryoth, a dark-minded serpent who didn't like the idea of humans. Ryoth was 77,000 years old, much more than Satan was. Long after Adam and Eve had denied God, Ryoth wanted to get rid of them.
In 13 B.C., Ryoth tried to make a move; Ryoth came out of heaven with other serpents and massacred many humans, thus killing 200. This act caused God to banish him and his serpents from the universe to punish him for his Wrath. God had sent him to the Background, a place between the Omniverse. The Omniverse contains every universe, including timelines.
Soon after this punishment, Ryoth had adapted to his new domain. Ryoth became determined to escape, seek revenge on God, and finish what he started. For his plans to happen, he needs two hundred souls as a sacrifice. For centuries, he has made followers, cultists, to give him these sacrifices. He was almost two hundred, until he was forgotten, until the year 2000. Ryoth found his new follower and influenced him to finish the jobs. But then he had different plans, to create three sons of darkness. Ryoth did this in thought of God's powers, so he needed to become even more powerful before he could ever escape. He gave energy to his three sons, later growing more powerful, and then consumed them for his gain.
Ryoth influenced a man by the name of Cain Franklin. He and several others did rituals and chants for Ryoth to find three women to carriage his sons. Cain soon kidnapped three women and did many rituals on them. In the process, Ryoth had imprisoned them around an altar. Seven months passed, and they were already due to give birth to Callum, Callith, but most importantly, Leon.
The Omniverse didn't have a lord yet, so with the power of creation, a paradox formed, making him into the great omnipotent being of all that ever was. With Ryoth's plans to give them power, each of them had to be ritualized in a terrible presence. Each would be placed in a tub of blood, one by one.
"Why do we have to kill her?" Said one of the members while showing guilt on his face. He looked at her, not knowing she was already dead. He thought she was just sleeping, but there weren't any breaths.
"She didn't survive the process, unfortunately. She won't ever get to see her newborn," Franklin said while holding a blade above his mother's stomach, while feeling as if he were being forced against his own will. He lowered and cut him out, leaving a pool of blood on the floor, killing Callum's mother. Callum was put inside and nearly drowned before being taken out, causing darkness to seep inside of him.
The two other females were alive, with clothes inside their mouths, crying. But one of them looked happy to be holding Leon in her arms. He was silent and made little to no sound. She cradled him in her arms, crying while kissing him on the forehead. Though the same couldn't be said for Callith with all of his crying and weeping. He sqirmed in his blood-drained mother's arms. Her face was pale and dry while only showing a small bit of movement. She could barely be lightened by the sight of her son.
"Bring me Callith, he needs to be hushed, now." Cain grabbed him and sunk his head in the blood for a few seconds, until lifting him back out. The same darkness went inside him after he stopped moving and fell asleep.
"He is beautiful, like an angel. We thought you were infertile, but this is your gift, Yuri." He smiled and knelt to him and touched his forehead. "He has a great destiny ahead of him."
"Can I name him, Leon?" She looked up at Franklin he nodded in agreement. "I have nothing against that."
Then he turned to Leon and reached for him. "No, please don't take him from me, I beg you. I want to hold him just a little longer, please?" Yuri Perry cried, gripping him firmly. Leon grabbed her arm and began to squirm and weep just a bit. He felt the distress. "No, don't take my son from me, I beg you."
"Please, I want to hold him before I die. I don't want to bleed out without him." He covered the wound below her stomach while breathing heavily. Blood slowly dripped from her body.
"I am sorry, but I can't do that. Leon isn't your son anymore; he belongs to someone else." Franklin picks him up and puts him in the blood bath. Leon was there for only a small amount of time until the FBI busted in, letting light bleed into the room, messing up the ritual for Leon.
"On the ground now!" One of the units yelled while others pointed guns at them all. Franklin did as he was told, and so did the others. "Drop your weapons, now!"
The commander came over to Yuri, who was nearly breathing. She looked at him before losing consciousness and dying. "No, no, no, common, stay with me now." He slightly taped her face to wake her up, but it was all useless. How look down, sad, and held her hand. "Someone go and get medics now!"
"Commander, Saquin. I knew you would find me eventually. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I am sorry." Her put his hand out, surrendering himself, accepting what was going to be his new life.
"Well, I hope you rot for it all." He cuffs up Franklin and throws them all into the back of the truck.
The three newborns were put into an ambulance while their mothers were put into body bags. They headed towards a hospital and were each put into the ward. The labels had their names and dates on their glass containers that read: Leon - 2004, Callith - 2004, Callum - 2004.
Two lovely parents walk up to Callum and take him in, leaving Leon alone. Then came a much more fancy looking couple who took Callith after seeing his beauty. Leon was the only one without a mother and father for 3 months.
After time, they wanted to get rid of Leon or were thinking about raising him at an orphanage if no one wanted to take him in. But until another rich family came along beside. They were asked if they wanted him. They tried to refuse until they were offered a small payment of a hundred bucks. Sadly, they accepted.
Each of them would now grow up separated and apart, not knowing about each other's existence.