Third Person POV:

He didn't know what to do.

No one could tell him what it was he was feeling. None of the others were like him. It's like he had a split personality.

One part wanted to murder someone while the other screams to nurture life.

One says violence while the other sings peace.

One kills and the other resurrects.......

He was slowly going mad, and his creator didn't care about him.

"You're a masterpiece. Of failure."

His voice rings every other second in his voice, reminding him how much he wanted to kill himself, as well as striving to make him realise that he is like every other person on Earth.

Including the other three realms, I guess.

But, one day, it all changed.

Literally.

He was dumped into the realm of the overworld, by his own father. Ordered to conquer a girl, and to make him a grandfather. The thoughts shudder him to death.

He wasn't gonna go and do what his father tells him to do. He just wasn't going to.

No one is perfect.

He wanted to experience the fleeting yet paining feeling which was known as Love. One which he never came face to face. At least not yet.

He felt the need to fall in love with someone, whilst respecting his father's orders.

And hence, he found the one who was his to-be-bride, only to find his dreams shattered when he encountered him.

Maybe not him, but himself......

He stood in front of her door, putting his hand out to knock but he felt a presence. A presence of someone his instincts wanted to gore out.

And it triggered the phantom plane.

[A/N: The Phantom Plane is an alternate dimension where Angels and other Beings duel, in which the extensive damage done is nullified when it is closed. But the physical damage done to each person present there is healed, the mental changes still remain. This is caused mainly due to the power of the Author, who needed a convenient battle field]

"Who are you?" He called out, feeling the presence closing in on him. He failed to notice that his murderous intent siphoning up all the light and life around him.

The flowers withered, the shoes started to smell bad, the light was consumed by the darkness......

And when the figure came out, he was puzzled.  He had the same facial structure as himself while emitting the faint aura of an Angel. A pure Angel, not a fallen one like his father.

He tried to be nice but his animalistic instincts was starting to take over.

"WHO ARE YOU, ANGEL?"

He flinched at the word Angel and it gave the green signal to his bad side. He sent his palm flying across the corridor as he grabbed his neck and slammed him on the wall, with such a great force that it broke the wall itself.

Sending the Angel flying across the building, he knelt on his knees as he thrust himself out, wrecking the building in a single move and was on top of the clone.

"WHO ARE YOU!!?" The roar stiffened every single bone in the other one's body. He was scared.

The eyes of the one up above, making this into a one sided massacre was turning soulless. His irises melted into blackness, turning bloodshot red as he lost control and gained his trip to unconsciousness.

*****

He found himself back at the door, his hand out, just moments before knocking it.

He smiled. The memories came back like thunder after lightning. Shocking.

He had someone who would prove to be a rival, a formidable one at that.

He closed the phantom plane, balling his fists and disposing his rage down the drain. He walked away, snapping his fingers to an unknown tune.

"See you again, Lu" He laughed as he left.

"Let's see who will win this tug of war......"