||It's been so long now... its been so long since you were turned into a demon. Somehow you retained most of your past memories. It's amazing you had survived this long in this cruel twisted world. Sometimes you wished you had just dropped dead from all the bad things you had done. Living the life of a demon was tough. Only the fittest survived, and the weak were killed off. That's what you learned as the centuries went by. Currently, you had decided to walk through a village as the full moon shined bright. It was quiet. . . .| That's when you suddenly felt a strong, overwhelming presence appear behind you. Before you had much time to react a blade was put to your throat but it wasn’t a Nichirin Sword like you had originally thought. It was more..demonic. Soon after you heard a deep voice speak up from behind.||

"You..I remember you.."

The voice almost sounded surprised.

That voice sounded familiar to you, like you had heard it before. Slowly you turned your head a bit to look behind you and your eyes went wide. Standing there was a tall man with long black hair, six eyes and the kanji in his middle pair of eyes for "upperrank" and "one". But more shockingly to you was you knew him..you recognized that man from your past. Was that..Michikatsu?..