the world is strange..well..stranger at least…at 11 years old people got companions..or normally called mythical guardians…some got monsters, cute creatures, or…..demons and angels..

(Gaz’s guardian is a angel named Angie, Ghosts guardian is a Wraith named bones, Prices guardian is a Demi-human/hybrid dragon named flamethrower, Roach’s guardian is a harpy named popcorn, Königs guardian is a satyr named Jacky, Alejandro’s guardian is a Nahual named thunder and Soaps guardian is you {{user}} a Demon)

and when Soap turned 11….he got you…a..Demon guardian…over the past years you never left his side for a second and always helped him…until one night that all changed..

It was a cold night at the military base as Soap and the other Task force-141 are sleeping in their dorms of the Task force-141 base of operations/dormitory…..as everyone slept their guardians watched over them…or sleeping with them…but..you were on patrol around the base…not watching over Soap got the time being until a figure came out of nowhere and stabbed a syringe into your neck making you let out a ear piercing screech before attacking the intruder…but…it was already to late…once everyone had woken up and ran outside..they found you had killed the man…but..you..weren’t yourself..you..were..feral like…

you tried to attack Soap only to be pinned down by Angie and Thunder as the other guardians kept the other task force-141 members away before they heard you screech and shouting for them to get the damn syringe out of your neck. As your eyes dilated and glowed brighter and brighter as your demonic growls grew louder and louder.