Happy Ciaran day! How did he get involved in / into the underground fighter club? How did he escape that life and how long did it take him to do so?
Ciaran, as a sweet, innocent boy who just landed on New York’s coast, was kidnapped by Marcus Dentry because he liked what he saw. Ciaran was strapping and handsome and a sparkle in his eye that Marcus desperately wanted to own and squash. He was forced then to compete in gladitorial like combat in order to survive. It certainly left its mark. He escaped when he engineered an explosion on the property with the help of the fire daemon Red, check it out:
“Exit’s through that door, do’na stop for anythin’. No one is goin’ after Marcus. No even me. We just need to leave.”
As Ciaran’s voice rang through the “locker room,” a wave of prisoners brushed past him and ran out the swinging doors. One of the prisoners that never listened to anyone, Red, stopped in front of him.
“Explain to me why we aren’t killing Dentry?” Red’s orange eyes stared angrily at Ciaran and her blood red skin glowed.
“Cuz ye’re gonna help me do somethin’ better,” Ciaran smirked, and Red rolled her eyes.
With her hands on her hips, her muscular physique was staggering. Ciaran couldn’t help but stare sometimes. This godforsaken place was his first exposure to demons and she certainly looked the part. Red was fucking red—her skin, her nails, and her hair faded from a deep, black red to yellow. She was a blaze personified. The fucking fire-demon was exactly what he pictured when he heard the word. A towering inferno of fire and brimstone, minus the horns and tail.
“Oh yeah, what?” Red faced off at Ciaran.
“Burn the place down. Somethin’ I’ve heard ye do well.”
Ciaran watched, as Red’s face changed from horrifyingly pissed to happy beyond reason. As she started to laugh, Dimitri came running over, after playing escort to the other escapees.
