The darkness of the night would be known throughout the era of chaos. Screams would echo from the depths of the city known as Oni-Gasarai. A being would abuse the reality to its very brink of time and space dimension. Fortunatly it wasn't a big city, if anything it consisted of two bridges, one that led to it, and the other that would lead back to it. Many cars were driving upon the roads that led to away from the small city. The buildings were not too tall. If anything they were all 5 story buildings. Upon a clock tower sat a being. The entity's existence would influence the cause for the such a chaotic sky known as the the 'Era of the Lunar'.

The being was that of a man, who wore a long black cloak around his body frame, brown bangs blew lightly in the passsing breeze, of a tranquil moon. The man's sapphire optics would gaze upon the scene below, of the people running and screaming at the top of their lungs. Wild fire scorched around them, being controlled by the esscense of the brown haired man's psionic mind. "Look at them scurry...like the insects..they were meant to be.."He muttered, his right hand would ease its way from the depths of his cloak before moving to caress his chin in the palm of his hands, pressing against it silently.

The people were cornered the fire engulfing them from both sides, however this would not stop the man from his pyro kinesis. His hold upon the flames would remain absolute, as he slowly stood up, straightening himself, as he glared down at them, his right hand moving from his chin, before lowering itself to that of the impending crowd. The many whispers that echoed throughout the city could be recognized, as the defeated, as the sword known as Apocolypse would be continue to gleam a crimson red hue. His open hand would direct the bottom side of his palm to that of the people below, his eyes widened in excitement, as a cold laugh would echo with that of the requiem of the defeated mixing in quite well,"Farwell....Insects.."

The man known as Fate Avveruncus Epitome would close his hand, which in turn would allow the fire to raise itself from each side, and attempt to cover the people in the burning flame of existence. His laughter would echo throughout the prime material plane, as the Shin-Class warrior would laugh at the oncomming event known as 'Demise'. Killing people was usually done for sport, by Epitome..