Let me tell you a story that time forgot. It's about a king and his greatest plot, so no matter what he could not be stop. No one knew the man's real name, he had it so because it held his biggest shame. By his hand the land once almost died, to everyone it was a fatal surprise.
On that day the sky turned to a crimson red the sign that some shall soon be dead. Then a dark light rushed through the skies and in doing so it allowed the demons to rise, flowed by flames that with one look would burn themselves into your eyes. Hell's hoards busted out the gates headed by Ares and his axe of hate. They came to seal so many fates. There came one man with heart that's true and closed the gate with his heart now blue, seeing that he was now tripped there too.
Five years before this story begins he came back as a changed man. He killed Jing the old king with just one swing of his axe. As you could imagine he and Ares mad a pack in which he gets the axe but when he dies Ares gets his soul to add to his pack. So now the king went on his march to conquer the land that was just to the north. And on the day the peasant king died because the ruler of that land was one of the demons that controlled the skies.
Now the story is done I will never come aging and the demon Etrigan bides you a good end.
