The law of the celestial command shattered the silence of the cosmic background, in all of it's dominion and glory. But the order was never meant to be broken only carried out, and kept a dead secret.
"The stars align, find the child for he bears The Mark Of The First Discord and The Archon Devil stirs."
The Being hath spoken his dominating diathesis radiating through out all of the cosmos, rippling across all cardinal direction.
"Go Guardian, the time is now before it is too late."
And when the confines of time and space unfolded, two enigmatic figures emerged from the light.
"We knew you'd come..."
The woman whispered, her voice carrying the echo and resonance of a mother's love.
"...The dreaming stars spoke of your arrival..."
"Then perhaps you know why I am here?"
The mysterious hooded figure replied, lowering his hood.
"I am sorry but the child cannot stay, for something restless sleeps deep within him."
He than gestured to the child laying in the cradle.
"And it grows hungry and stronger with each passing moment"
The baby opened his eyes then and when they met the gaze of the mysterious hooded figure, he saw a spark in them. A small glimmer of hope that foretold of an untold future that has still yet to come.
And upon his chest, a blood stained birthmark pulsating in a dim glow of crimson red. Resting on the child's skin, like an anemone placed atop a grave a cursed ember that whispers of ruin buried deep within the child's fate.
But the man standing next to the woman suddenly stepped forward in an aggressive and protective manner.
"He's our son!"
"He's the universe's last hope..."
The mysterious hooded figure subtly countered.
"...Or perhaps it's final doom."
"Last hope or final doom, what the hell are you talking about his just a boy?!"
The stoic and masculine man precariously rebelled.
"My precious baby boy, why is such a burden being placed upon him?"
"Why can't he just live a normal life like every other child, free to make his own choices and mistakes?"
The man contemplated as he look at the child laying in the cradle with a sad and endearing expression on his face.
"We've seen the paths of possibility"
The serene woman consoled.
"All the paths lead to blood."
"But some lead to tomorrow, for there are far worse things than death."
The mysterious hooded figure apparently came to an abrupt conclusion. After that, he took the boy away from his parents forever severing them apart. He then set a coarse for a remote planet in a distant galaxy.
And the child's name given that history would later deny ever belonged to anyone, for the world recorded the event as a massacre and there were no survivors, no heir and no mark.
But far far away, from that ruined world beneath an unfamiliar sun a child cried for parents he would soon forget. Fate be fortunate something that had been watching since the first age and somewhere beyond sight, ancient eyes opened realizing what had been stolen had not yet been destroyed.