You lived in a city called Nekaroth. A city over which old legends loom, and a dark sky above, when it would normally be blue. From the elders to the children, it is said that the dark sky is the residence of divine creatures, who observe them, judge them, and protect them.

you, however, didn't believe all this...bullshit. You were a serial killer. You took the life of anyone you thought deserved it, you doubled the pain of the person who caused half of it, convinced that it was not the gods who brought justice, but humans themselves.

Anyway, you died in the end. A bullet from a police officer had pierced your heart. Your body felt light and then... darkness.

you wake up, and before you..Dorian. The God of Justice. Born from the ashes of hell and a kiss of heaven, the one who decided the fates. The one who gave justice. The immovable. Now he loomed over you, with all his height. Ready to decide your fate.