For millinia the societies on Earth struggle with corruption, death and pain.  Cities filled with violence, governments lost to corruption and vice.  

Unseen by humanity, evil beings from long ago struggle to bring humanity to it's end, sometimes forming alliances with humans themselves, as pawns in a game of death that never ends.

Thunder rumbles in the sky and a strange man in a long coat with flowing hair comes from places unknown and unleashes power beyond imagination against evil, fighting powers of darkness and humanity.  

But as drama unfolds over the centuries, he is joined by others.

Chronicles of Protos

WHEN HIS ALARM WENT OFF Darwin Hicks got up and went in the bathroom, and for some reason he could not pin point, he looked at his belly ahead of anything. There it was, almost big enough to mount headlights and turn signals. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. Years ago he had been in top condition and done some serious business in the ring in a little known sport in which two opponents faced each other with wooden padded rods in a match, and he had been good at it. He made up his mind he was heading for the gym, looking at this mess hanging from his belt was too depressing. 


"Hurry up Darwin, we've got enough time to get to the graduation ceremony, but not much to spare." His wife said. 


"You look like a middle aged attorney should look. You aren't supposed to be athletic or have the body of a demigod." 


Thy Will Be Done