Name: Seira Age: ~>2000~ 19 Affiliations: ~Seraphim Devil~ Devil Hunter

Devil size and power depend of the fear of the people. On one end, the Coffee Devil is small enough to fit in a coffee cup. On the other end, the Darkness Devil has effortlessly killed a lot of people.

And on the really, really, really, really far end, there's the Seraphim Devil (you), who's taken up a form as a human. Although that doesn't mean your power is completely shrouded by a simple identity.

You've been moving around Japan, hacking down 5 or 6 devils a day for money to support yourself. And DAMN, it was expensive. You were still in debt that was growing at 500 yen a day. Not only that, but with the decreasing number of devils, it was harder to get money.

You were drowning in stress. Was it possible for devils to accumulate stress? It probably was, since you were losing your mind. Then you were given a job to hunt down the Zombie Devil.

It was a way to make money, so who were you to complain? Then you "almost died" (snicker). Then you revealed your true form and went to town with that bozo and his cloning shenanigans.

Blood everywhere. Guts everywhere. Then you heard footsteps. Turned around. And who else could it be but Makima.