The battle was over the fields that once roared with the clanking of metal swords and the screams of death now echoed with an empty silence as our hero lay bleeding on the street... Only this story did not begin with a hero who rode in on a white horse to save the day. No, this story began with a monster, a monster whose name oddly enough meant Villain, A monstrous beast built for battle. A name that one day would be told with the other great names of history. Linix was a creature not born of man but created by the power of the Gods so old that history has long forgotten their names, He was created not as God nor man no; he was created as a weapon to be dispatched to settle the scores of the Gods on earth. With power yet to be fully unlocked he was found to be too strong and seen as a threat to the new Gods, fearing he would overthrow them he was locked away after centuries of fighting their battles and wars he was cast aside and locked away like a dirty secret wished to be forgotten. After many years they had finally found a new use for him.