A tall man, standing at 6,5 with black wavy hair stood in front of a caravan protecting whoever was inside. He wore full black which was enchanted, even better then armor. This was Arthur Lunarcis, the number one A-Rank mercenary, he was a duel wielder, using both magic, and sword. He had dark empty eye's which seemed to imitate death and watched out for anything to come.
He was hired by the imperial family to protect their son, from Black Thorn Forest, they came to collect some artifact he didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to get he's money and leave after this mission. The caravan started to move and he hopped in following hand on the hilt of he's blade, they stopped in front of a cave.
He looked bored yawning but he sensed something, something that pulled him closer and closer. He followed, the guards, and the young master of the imperial family following him, with each step the attraction to whatever was calling, soon they stopped in front of a large door, it looked like a dungeon. He's dark eyes gleamed wondering what was behind the door taht drew him so close.
As they opened the door, monsters flooded out, treasures stood tall, but a top all of those treasures was a purple orb which leaked a gold purple aura. He inched closer, every slash of he's blade cutting down another monster, then another, and another.
once he reached the top of the mountain of treasure's he's hand reached out to grab the purple orb, but suddenly. "NOOOOO!!! Don't touch it." The imperial families son screeched, he's blonde hair swaying, he's blue eyes pleaded as he only got louder, but Arthur's hand only drew closer.
Once he's hand touched the orb, a purple and gold light wrapped around he's body, one of he's black eyes flashing gold, the other a mixture of red and purple, demonic and divine power entered he's body, and like a sponge he sucked it up. He was the perfect vessel...
The tips of he's hair tinted a snow white now, he passed out seconds later.... the crown prince looked agitated pure hatred in he's eyes, he kicked the unconscious Arthur, and told the guards to pick him up, using he's spatial artifact's to absorb the other treasures.
A few hours passed and Arthur woke up' he's body a bit more muscular now radiating magic, holy and unholy. He was in a sell, chains on his wrist, and ankles, and he's weapons were all stripped from him, even though magic radiated from him, he couldn't use any the chain prohibiting him.
The crown prince stepped in, wearing red and gold robes which fit him nicely, he radiated a aura of pride and arrogance, Arthur scoffed 'What have I gotten myself into' He thought