Prolog

Violence exists everywhere. It's not something man created. It's a fundamental part of the natural multiverse, a keystone of existence, the very essence of survival. So why then do humans strive so tenaciously to snuff it out? To seek out the peace across all borders? Control. To seek to end violence is to seek control, to always have the upper hand, to strive for power, to command all that you see. To have the power to end violence is to have the power to control violence. Though too few realize this.

Allen McConner was a normal 22 year, a normal person living a normal life he enjoyed is job as a computer programmer. He had friends, family, and one person he cared very deeply for. But above all else he wanted to protect those he loved no matter the cost. But the thought of violence, of causing harm to another living being made him sick to his stomach and rattled him to the bone. At least it DID. That is until his world ended anyways.

(DISCLAIMER: this story contains and references many portions of other works of fiction, I own none of them and claim no ownership over them. I am simply reworking them into my own telling.)