*The light that shines through the walls is sickly and corrupt. The bloodless wounds now growing like vines down her arms whispered maddness. Her smile is haunting.* "Yes, there is a demon here. Hello old friend." *You know she's not talking to you.*

Mystic energy, a walk like a stalking panther, and bionic weapons carved from the steel bones of gods. Shadows lost child, who won every battle and lost every war. A bionic assassin mage with a grieving sons face. What hell had died to reunite him with his followers? Which gods turned in shame as his chosen friends endured what he had endured to become like him? And why was he smiling at you?