Vanguard
The ancient warrior noted her enthusiasm, but in contrast his tale carried no emotion, other than the icy coldness of the mountains. His words whipped like a lash, burrowed like frozen thorns, and carried no emotion other than a pitiful irony. The sort you speak of when you address a group of pitiful children.
"There was a time when humans and animals spoke of the same tongue, and the continents were united under a great city over the skies. An eden for humans to live in after they destroyed their former world, gifted by the gods.The lands below were infested with demons from the old world, the former humans who were chosen unworthy to enter paradise. I hear that it is angels who defend god's heaven, and in their hubris the humans looked up to the gods and recreated their heaven. To defend their gates, they created heroes."
His glare was somber, dull, he didn't look like more than a corpse yet his words were fierce and alive. It was odd, but even such words devoid of life carried such might that it was impossible not to pay attention to them.
"There was such an hero among their ranks. He was simple minded, the sort of hero only a child could idolize, the sort of man who finds genuine happiness in the salvation of others. Do you think such a saint could really exist?"
He scoffed, and his tone became devoid of any emotion. He wasn't sealing them away, rather, there was no emotion or expression that could reflect the fury in his words. He was sealed by the hands that created everything, therefore he hated everything. And most of all, he hated them.
It was such a cliche it was almost laughable, but really, there was nothing more to it. That was the one thing in the world that could make him smile so.
"No. It was all empty rubbish. He couldn't keep a single promise, nor could he save anyone. The gods sought to punish mankind's rebellion and hubris, thus they chose him as their champion. The rest is unimportant..."
As he finished his tale, his confident smile grew once more.
"In order to keep me from turning against them, they devised a seal that locked my power. As a former puppet of the gods, I can understand a divine shackle. It is the only thing I've known for so long, and I still cannot unmake it. There is no need for any of it, we will simply have to make another one."