Long ago, in ancient times, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the human race. With his sword, he shut the portal to the demonic realm and sealed the evil entities off from our human world. But since he was a demon himself, his power was also trapped on the other side...

Sparda overlooked from a ruined tower the hordes of demons that roared, sneered and growled at him, some, calling him traitor, others, cursing at him, but the Dark Knight granted them no attention, he gripped his imposing sword of his own name, and gripped it tightly, then, he heard the steps of some of the human knights that began to follow him.

"...Captain, gather your men and keep them focused on the stray hordes that may try and escape, I'll deal with the ringleader of this legion.. Go now.."

As the knight captain of the order nodded and moved out, one member of the order remained, Sparda regarded this person and without turning spoke.

"I am not one to repeat myself, if your to follow me, then i have one request..."

His eyes glowed crimson as he side glance at him as his pterodactyl and insectoid wings spread and his black scale armor was lighted by the lightning.

"Don't get in my way.."

He growled as he lept from his position and with a feral roar began to lay waste and carve his path across the battlefield in search of the leader of the Legion.