Who chooses who?

Fucking hell.
So, which chains did we get anyway?
Only the best, master!
Here, we have the Chains of the Tyrant, for those who force their dream into reality upon those who can't fight back. A bright blue with strange dark patterns in it. It is a strong one, who is keeping?
I'll have it.
You sure? These are pretty powerful and quite hard to wear. I thought someone to the likes of Hanitarian would want it.
You know he would never fight by our side. I can take it.
Well, if you insist.
Let's see, there's the Masterwork of Innocence, made by no one else than the master artisan, as an homage to the boy who sacrificed himself for the dreams of others to come true. I dare say only one of us has the right to get ahold of this one.
Sure we do, bring here the boy who waits at the stairs.

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Uhm, hi sir.
Here you go boy, you will be the wearer of this one chain.
It looks pretty expensive.
You don't know the price it took to be made, kid.
Can I really have it?
If not you, then no one. Here, the clear green with shiny white gold marks is yours.
Well, thank you!
Next, the Destroyer. Perhaps the only chain that physically defies its bearer, they say the blood red spikes were colored by the blood of a thousand soldiers who dared to wear it. Physical strength at the cost of physical resistance for the one who believes to be able to handle the gray chains.
I don't believe I can handle, I just can.
Oh, I'm sure you do, Helz, you are.
Hehe, the only one of us who would be able to carry the weight I suppose — everyone around watched the hulky demon grab the chains and move back, watching solemnly above the heads of his fellows.
Let's see, I have one very special just around here...
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Oh, the Guidance of Angels... — a strange silence hauled the area — ...well, you see... — some eyes faced him in confusion. A mess of anger and/or surprise — ...it is, I can explain...
You better be doing it soon.
I do understand that you all aren't much in harmony with them. Each one of you, for your own reasons. And I know both the name and the white color, with these golden writings, remind you of such reasons. But do not be fooled, these are here for a reason... it is said, that one of the strongest angels carried these with himself. And even though he questioned much of its existance, he never left behind those he promised to protect. I believe that is what is infused within these chains.
What if it's not?
WHAT IF, THAT'S JUST ANOTHER TRAP?! — a creature with a deformed face rose among the crowd. There were marks of burning all over his body, but the face was the worst, at some points it looked as if there was still some sort of acid dripping.
Well, I...
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I suppose it's your turn now, master.
I see — he made his way to the core of the discussion right after. As always, all demons just stood and watched. For some reason, his presence always had this sort of reaction, perhaps it was because he didn't act much.
I trust this man, so you all could try just a bit.
Well, you could be the bearer of it, master!
Yeah! You're loyal and you won't burn to death in case it's all lies.
No one's burning, and the chain of loyalty does not belong to me — he looked back at his trail, no one dared close the path. There, not that far away, the four-legged creature watched, shyly. He stared at it, and it understood. As a dog that finally sees its owner after a long wait, it ran, sometimes clumsily hitting those around. It stood near its master, head inclined downwards. He put the chain around its neck, in a way not to be too tight, and also not too loose. It howled. — I believe no one here has an objection.
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The Revenge.
It's mine.
Take it easy — the acid demon grabbed it, in a way, it felt like it was made for him. The mixture of green and orange, both in its most diseased appearance, made a chain that felt weak, poisonous, yet very powerful.
I guess that's it.
Well, seems like.
Nope, there's still one there!
No, there ain't no more chains that could be useful to you. These are the only special infused chains.
Lying to us, old man? — once again, things seemed to get worse.
I'm not lying when I say the useful ones are those.
Then... WHAT. IS. THAT. LAST. ONE. THERE?

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I can't believe it.
The chains of hatred...
Master... — it felt just as they were back to that silent night. Watching the stars as The Sound of Silence played in his head.


Can we just fuckin' break it?
Or by asking it this way I have already set fate to zero?