In the beginning there was one warrior. One man, who above all else, desired power. He would terrorize the people of his land and rule over their fears with an iron fist. Dressed like something out of a Punisher comic, he walked the roads with his head down and his long raven black hair flowing in the wind. No one dared to approach him, because they knew it would would only seal their demise. Until one day, when the people could no longer stand the evil that corrupted their land. a 10 year revolution swept the lands, coating the fields in blood. The followers of the man slaughtered countless rebels. But in the end The feared man stood alone, against five rebels. It's all there was left. The 5 heroes fought valiantly until one blade pierce the armored shell that protected the man's heart, and was driven straight through his chest. The man that inevitably died was named Xaiaku. "The Warrior of Sin."



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