Guardian

Origins: Alexander Maleck

Where.... am I?

Alex woke up with a pounding headache to the strange dark place he found himself in. He had not been here before nor had he known how he wound up here. "Gah what the fuck happened? Where the hell am I?" Alex said, he did not expect a response. "Hello there, I am cerebral assistant identification code G1220." Alex launched backwards at the sight of the floating blue cube the spoke to him. The headache was the last of his worries now.
"Uhhhh what?"
"I am a cerebral..."
"I heard but where am I?"
"You are currently in the Guardian living facility of the former Guardian  Thaonawyuthe."
This left way too many questions for Alex. "What's a Guardian?" Alex needed to know where he was, when he was at this point.
"A Guardian is a sole defender of the people of Earth, mainly humans. I am to assist the Guardians of this area against the power of The Reaper and his unending Daemon army." This.... thing made no sense to young Alex. Daemons? The Reaper? Guardians? "What are you talking about!?" Yelled Alex, now running out of patience.
"The daemons are a race of beings whose sole purpose is to steal a vital part of human existence: humanity. The Reaper is there creator who has created daemons to end all life since the beginning of human life. Guardians are given special weapons, powers and abilities in order to combat the daemons. You, young man, now have the choice of becoming a protector of humanity. A Guardian."
Alex finally had his answer, and a choice. Me? A Guardian? What? Alex had barely graduated high school and was working a dreadful job at a grocery store, and now could be the savior of mankind.
"What do you mean I could be a Guardian?" Asked Alex.
"You would be at high risk of injury while keeping the existence of Guardians a secret. Should you choose to decline, your memory will be wiped and you will be set free where you last were"
"I'll do it." Said Alex, now missing a beat. He had always wanted to be a hero, now he'll have his chance.

A few weeks later....

Here he was, the 19 year old boy with brown hair and acne problems, standing tall in his new armored green long coat, black pants, gloves, and boots in the middle of a field. Upon seeing the thin, pale, featureless humanoid before him, Alex raised his hood and unsheathed the long sword he was given. The daemon charges at the novice Guardian, full intent to kill. The left arm curls back and throws a large plume of fire from his palm at the daemon, enveloping the monster in searing flames. The flames bring the creature to fall and slide upon the ground. Alex drives the longsword sharply into the midriff of the daemon as it burns. The daemon has fallen and disappears in a cloud for dust.
This was the first step of Alexander Maleck, the greatest hero Earth will ever know.