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Legend has it that there was a man who greed lead him to victory. This greed, which had taken him far beyond his imagination was also the fuel of his own destruction.

In a secluded forest, where not even the insects creep or crawl, evidence of a great battle still remains. Amongst the chaos, one creature seems to have lost its way entering a chasm. Seeking refuge in this strange place, it burrows deep into what seems to be the mangled remains of one of the fallen. Soon after, a screech is head as the creature becomes imprisoned in the jaws of the corpse.It struggles as its slowly gnawed; more screeches, the struggle continues then soon stops.


The forest, once the place of a great battle, now overgrown by decayed nature had a secret which would soon be known.

Soul reavers: Not much is known about them; Creatures of the damned, knowing neither heaven nor hell. They say when a human enters death, he is given the option on how he spends his eternity. Judged by their lifestyles their wishes may be granted, most commonly, the vampire were created by this method; later adopting better ways to replicate.

A Soul Reaver is said to make this very same deal; Hate and Malice drive them to become who they are. While Vampires consume blood, Soul Reavers, seek to consume the very essence of a being; Souls.

Souls: With no purpose to a Soul Reaver they are devoured by them. Through age a Soul Reaver can then increase the capacity of Souls for consumption. Used as currency, these souls are sacrificed in exchange for benefits from an unknown source

The story of this Soul Reaver, Shinheero, was unusual indeed. Soul Reavers being who gave up humanity; Shinheero a Reaver with Humanity. Soul consumption can be traded for anything, humanity can easily be gained at the right price. So, he did such a thing, but that's not what makes him unusual. trading some of his humanity he created a child; Knives, a hybrid demon, created from both vampire and reaver. His love for both the mother and child held him together, but that was soon undone. Insanity.. Malice.. HE reverted back to his primal state... but that was soon ended by his death and disappearance.

The being who had soon began to move again opened his eyes. He tried his hardest to look through his blurred vision. The scene was depressing, his body decayed but pulsing, his clothes shredded, riddled with holes from the weapons still impaled in him. Terror be felled on his face, his body now going into shock, he screams but no sound is made. Grasping the soil, he leans forward to his be on his hands and knees, grasping, pounding, clawing into the soil. His pain is unrealistic, reliving the pain of his death, he continues with his soundless scream, now pushing dirt into his mouth as he grips his jaws trying to let a sound out. Smashing his head on the soil, trashing, bashing and dashing about, he finally passes out from the pain.

Reaver are immortal, but if they sustain enough damage, the souls imprisoned will escape. This then sends their bodies into survival mode; putting them in a hibernating state-like death until enough life force is gathered to reanimate. The cost of reanimation increases which each death.

As Shinheero slumbers, this does not conclude the end of his troubles. Plagued by his dream, he is haunted by this troubling recollection of the past. A scream is given from him, now audible, he mutters franticly; "Knives.. Knives.. I need Knives.. where is Knives.. GIVE ME KNIVES". He searches around for Knives, his body pin cushioned with blades, he pulls each one out.. looking for Knives.
"WHERE IS KNIVES!! I need to find Knives" he said while glancing at a long black sword in the distance. Grasping the sword soothes him, but he still isn't satisfied. His wounds must heal; He must rest.


A Soul Reaver has one item they use as a instrument for reaving souls, although never the same, Shnheero's was his Black Sword. His trademarked look; Long Black Cloak including a Mask and a Long black Sword.

((Man, RP is work.)

This man who's name unknown to him, lost, clueless, traveled for the first remaining sign of life.

A house which condition looked very similar to his body. A tattered and broken down house with only minimal signs of life.

Inside this house was an old man reading a book; A humble looking man, with fierce eyes and a gleaming smile. The man places a book mark then looks up at Shinheero and says:

"Oh my body, I've been expecting you for quite some time now. Those painful shrieks... Tell me, my boy, what happened to you?" He said with the most heart breaking look on his face.

Silently Shinheero takes in his surroundings. He glances at pictures of people in a pile of wood and trash. The old man notices this and begins to speak again:

"You see, I've been here when this forest wasn't so musky and other colorful words I can think of. I used to have a family until everything happened.... you see those piled up items over there?" He waits for Shinheero to look, but he never does.

He began again: "Well I used to have a wife and 2 kids. It was hard after I lost them.. I tried to move on, but I felt I needed to stay here. Burning those items one piece a month... It's the only thing I live for. When I burn it I feel the warmth in this cold place, it reminds me of how things used to be."

Shinheero moves forward a bit and asks them man "You've been here long enough to know what happened?" He quickly asks him another question " Tell me the story of this place; I had an involvement here I know."

The Old man begins to smile, his humble expression seemed to be changing to something more dark and he spoke in a stern voice: "So, you don't know Anything about this place?! You don't know about the war?" He laughs out loud "HAHAHA! To think the one person who did all of this doesn't remember!" The man takes a deep breath and clears his throat, " I Would offer you a chair, but as you can see I'm using them to keep me sane. I'll tell you the story."


The Great War - Reasons are unknown for why it happened; Devilords, Soul Reavers, Vampires, Angels, Demons and even the Church came to partake in this event. A battle to control ultimate power, A battle to control a very life itself: This is the nature of the great war.

The old man begins to tell him about how a Devilord and Soul Reaver teamed up to collect knives; Knives was then described as the source of his power, unlimited potential and how the power struggle for this caused a great ruin.

"What type of Knife is it and where can I find it", Shinheero asks, but the old man refused to answer. "You think I would just give you that infomation?! Actually, I'm going to kill you for what you've done to me... You don't even remember who I am, You don't even have the strength to stop me!!", the old man said while he stood up.

Seeming to tower up to 7ft, he stood while looking down and Shinheero, "This is the exact reason why I've been waiting for you... It's time to take back what you took from me" He gives a short chuckle and continues "That whole story was bullshit, I was just stalling to imprison you!" he says as his smile becomes sharp.

"I am the devilord I spoke of... You are called Shinheero, we were once great companions, You took my army! You lead them all to death... now this building will sap away the very little remaining energy you have. Oh! it's okay to sit in my one chair now- HAHAHAHA", He laughs with no control.

Shinheero, un-phased by what is going on grabs the chair and speaks again, "Devilord, I must thank you for all this free energy you've poured in my body, while trying to contain me. We are both old and out of touch, but I know you arent strong enough to stop me... In fact I've killed you about an hour ago."

Shinheero Lunges his sword into devilords chest carving out his soul, but the nature of a devil lord is unique.

Devilord and Devil Kings; Demons who control a realm much like a kingdom. Devil Kings are below the Lords, The Kings manage and carry out the needs of his companions. The Lords however are in charge of the kings and keep the realm under peace. Although Kings is a birthright, Lord must be earned; Kings and Queens must kill a Lord to become one.. Even a commoner can become a Lord.

Many Kings from Other realms travel to kill the Enemy Lords, but since the Lord is the strongest form it doesn't happen very often. Devil Lords have made a pact with each other to never have Lords fight one another, there is no benefit to it.

Devilords greatest ability is to possess any member of its faction. As long as there is another vessel it can take claim of Immortality is certain. The minions gladly offer themselves to save the Lord, for without his existence, they would all die as devils need a ruler to exist. If there is an instance where no more members are present to take death instead of the lord, the lord dies, because of this it is not uncommon that lords to hide minions across the world.

This Devilord gave up almost all his forces in order to gain more minions, since devilords can use the dead to create bigger armies; Following Shinheeros path to take control of everything gave him the biggest army. More than 100x the size of any Devilord in existence, but they were all executed with Shin's failure..

The energy gained from the soul revived shin even more, His memory returned only a bit to remember he should seek out julia. Shin knows devilord is still alive, but he leaves and heads towards where he can find Julia.

(( I FORGOT TO ADD COLOR!! and its soo much info too, I'm sorry! don't beat me with a stick. ))

Drawn by an unknown force, shinheero, find himself in the same location as Jul. Smiling people can be seen in the distance; A place full of life. He can't feel at ease even during this wonderful scenery. Shin knows something is wrong here. He began to feel sick and decides he needs a drink. Aimlessly he walks around until he finds a bar. "Closed?" he said as he read the sign. "People will most likely think I'm an alcoholic standing outside a bar at this time." He slowly turns away as he hears a glass shatters and foot steps run towards the door.

The Unease has left him unable to move.