the first thing i remember is being on a battle field. it was dark and cloudy and the screams of people dying, the back of my head was bleeding, and the rush of fighting for my life. that was the first and last battle of my life that i remember and ever since then, for the past 20 years, i have been searching for my identity i have found many leads and just as many long destroyed villages. i am a "walking symbol of death" as i have been called by the many humans i have encountered. i stop and ask them if they knew me but the all say they only know my face, and when they notice I'm a demon the flee in terror.