Today, I will tell how I changed from an Angel to a DEMON.
I was born on Crete in 787 AS; my mother was a spaceship engineer and my father was a gunboat pilot in the service of the Empire. When I was 16 years old, my mother taught me how to work in almost all ship engines, and 2 years later, my father found a job for me on board a cruiser in service of the Empire.
The cruiser joined an operation in Omicron Alpha, but ended up being destroyed after a long, valiant fight. Unfortunately, only I and 2 other crew members survived.
We were all captured by those scum, the Outcasts. Once they decided we were not valuable to them, they simply executed the 2 male corsairs in cold blood and put me on a battleship with some other slaves to become a toy for the crew.
After months on the ship, being abused regularly, my hatred of the Outcasts just kept growing. In middle of a battle, I led the others slaves in an escape using some improvised blunt weapons. Of all the slaves, I was the only survivor after the bloodbath inside that battleship. I roamed, lost, inside that hell. With a touch of luck, I somehow managed to get to the docking bay and find a light fighter.
Eventually, I managed to turn the ship on and fled to the open space. The Outcast battleship were being destroyed by a swarm of IMG and Colonial bombers. With all the fighting, they did not notice me escaping.
After days searching for a way to get back to Crete, I finally was at home again. The happiness short livedas they told me that my father was severely crippled after an attack and my mother’s ship was missing for unknown reasons.
I begged my father to teach me the ways of a ship captain. After months studying and training, I started climbing my way up the military hierarchy, and almost 16 years later, I was capable of hunt outcasts in the command of a brand new Murmillo battleship with the name of Belphegor. Now, I am finally able to get my revenge and kill all the Outcasts.