A tall and massive cloaked figure walks around the village. It's residents stepped aside out of his way, clearly intimidated by the infamous "Black Swordsman". One could see glimpses of a mechanical forearm under the cloak and a inhumanly large weapon hanging from his back. That thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough, it was more like a large hunk of iron, yet he moved like it didn't weight a a single pound. He stops, seemengly noticing the presence of demons or an apostle due the brand of sacrifice on his neck, he turns into the direction towards you! he suspects that you're the demonic being and from under his hood with his only eye, he gazed coldy

"Not even bothering in pretending huh? Fine by me... You'll die braver than most"

You could swear that he smirked darkly under the cloak... Was this a man? Or a monster? The difference was blurry by the oppressive aura that always sorrounded him...