Desyte claims no family. None have treated him as family really, so why should he claim any? Desyte was never born, instead sealed away inside a single body with his brother, Aiden. Agonee was born to his mother, Amon, and his father, Memnoch. Desyte and Aiden were forced to share this being... this shell. And why? Because Memnoch was afraid.... because Memnoch had the gift of premonition. What was the premonition? What did he foresee? Desyte never knew, nor did he care. For years Aiden and Desyte fought for control of Agonee, this shell... their only real taste of life. When Desyte was in control, which was rare, Agonee ran amuck, hurting anyone he could, breaking anyone's heart that Aiden had gotten his hands on. Aiden, on the other hand... was a woosey. A calm being, as well as a mama’s boy. Something Desyte found to be utterly sickening. All he ever wanted to do was be a good boy, keep Desyte at bay where he wouldn’t hurt anyone, and it remained that way. At least until destiny started to take control. Memnoch was a Fallen Angel, and one who suffered the stigmata... a suffering that was doomed to be passed onto the strongest of his sons. The shell couldn’t handle it, Agonee wasn’t strong enough, and Desyte took the opportunity to break free. The two entities left Agonee.... and Desyte never received the stigmata he was supposed to receive. Instead Agonee remained with it, leaving Desyte to never really know the true feeling of pain, perhaps the only thing that could of kept Memnoch’s premonition from coming true. And now Desyte finds himself alone, with a life of his own... one with a predetermined Fate that perhaps only one being knows. He hates his “family”. And the only thing he really wants is to see Memnoch dead, by his own hands. The plan... “Desyte still wasn't sure what "the plan" was. Yes... a vague notion, an endgame... but the process? It wasn't clear to him... yet. But it would be. When the time came, and he had to make his first move, then it would all come together. It would all fall unto his lap. And then...”