<div align="center">(http://images.wikia.com/nomoreheroes/images/a/a5/Nathan_Copeland_2.jpg)</div><br/>It was said, to many of the grieving people and innocents of the world, that people had an angel to watch over them and their loved ones. Many chose to mock and eschew these guardians, given the premise that there could not possibly be that many angels existing.<br/><br/>Therefore, it was also to these same skeptics to charge the belief of a higher power with the same ability. To learn the truth of this, well... perhaps it is best left up to interpretation, because the truth, no matter how clear, can be seen as something unique for each person.<br/><br/>"Hello, Peter!" A brightly clad man, wearing the vestments of a deacon and a necklace bearing three stones around his neck greeted another man. The bright man peered at his comrade. "What is wrong?"<br/><br/>"You mean to say, 'what isn't wrong'..." The greeted man said, severely. He wore a robe of white, mingling with the white hair on his head and face, curling into a beard and mane. He peered down between two clouds at the world below, idly playing with a set of golden keys on a ring.<br/><br/>"All of the torment and agony that mankind faces, newer atrocities and crimes committed every day, less and less believers, and all of the sickness of the world yet to come forth..." Peter sighed, wearily. "Don't take my meaning wrong, lad, it is just such... such..."<br/><br/>"Such a downer?" The bright-clad man said lightly. Peter looked up, a sharp rebuke in his expression. "Stephen..."<br/><br/>"Alright, alright, take it easy!" Stephen said, holding up his hands in a pacifying gesture. "I've just been talking with some of the newest to arrive. Some of them have such interesting words to use, and the slang developed over the years-"<br/><br/>"All the same, there are matters to consider with serious consquences. Such as this," Peter moved a cloud aside, pointing down at the earth below. "Down there is the city of Santa Destroy. Most of our order have written it off, even the guardians are loath to enter such a wicked place. Yet there is something happening down there now that goes against rules set before the floods happened..."<br/><br/>Stephen studied the situation with grave concern, nodding in agreement to Peter's assessment. "You mean the Touchdown case? Nasty business. True, the fellow is a murderer and an assassin, no doubting that, but he follows a warrior's code; kill or be killed, right?"<br/><br/>"I didn't mean the Touchdown case, boy, I meant that." Peter stared intently at a gray building, now covered in bursts of midnight-dark smoke and red flame. Stephen took a step back in horror.<br/><br/>"I-I didn't know... Does He know about...?" Stephen gasped. Peter frowned.<br/><br/>"There is free will, boy, and then there is a flagrant disregard of the rules. Though, to be honest, did any expect Lucifer to play fair?" The keeper of the keys showed a wry grin. Stephen nodded, his expression serious. "I suppose... what is to be done?"<br/><br/>"We have approval on high to make a... rebuttal, if needs be. And perhaps there are other, better applicants, but this one seems to fit to do what must be done." Peter said, dryly. "Besides that, he was responsible for the deaths of at least two 'innocent' women, massacred between his and Touchdown's blades..."<br/><br/>Stephen stared. "You mean-"<br/><br/>The gates parted, silently as a figure stepped out. Bedecked in a robe of black and gold, chains of gold covering his bare chest, hi-top sneakers and sports pants, a boombox resting comfortably on one shoulder, an arm raised to hold it in place. A yellow bandanna and black baseball cap covered his head, black-rimmed glasses showed dark staring eyes, a mouth grinning to reveal white, sharp teeth.<br/><br/>"It's good ta' see th' outside again," Nathan Copeland said, eagerly peering down between the clouds. He nodded respectfully to Peter, giving a friendly grin at Stephen. "And th' two o' you... Still keepin' ta' place under lock and key, eh?"<br/><br/>Stephen managed a nervous smile, while Peter pointed at the stadium, looking at Copeland intently. "That is your main goal, the demon in that place must be destroyed utterly. And if you cannot bring it down alone... seek the one who brought her down before."<br/><br/>The smile faded as Nathan stared, processing the situation. Then he laughed, loudly, long, as if told an amusing joke.<br/><br/>"Ah hah hah hah hah! You want me ta' help Touchdown?! Th' same one who sent me up here in ta' first place..." His laughter quieted, and the grin returned, more feral and intense. "Aye, ah'll help the Crownless King."<br/><br/>Peter looked impassive, while Stephen spoke up, a touch sharply. "You know that there is only one true King-"<br/><br/>Nathan Copeland laughed, nodding in agreement to the boy's zealous remark. "Aye, saint boyo, Ah know... Ah still believe and will follow the rules. Th' Code has good rules, too, but th' best one of all be this; kill them before they kill you."<br/><br/>With that, Nathan Copeland jumped through the empty space and plummeted down, down, back down to Earth, seeking a demon and a champion. All he knew was one thing; It was good to be back.