My name

About fifty years later, the war started. I became a soldier and used my fellow soldiers as experiments to further my weapons. I had formed an Idea to make an empire by bribing people with weapons but that'd only work if they were actually any good. I kept on doing this until one night, I awoke and there he was, my brother looming over me, preparing to drink my blood. I called out his name but my weak voice didn't seem to reach him. I kicked him and he fell onto the ground of the trenches. I now was confronted with two options, kill or be killed and I chose to be killed. I narrowly survived that attack but as a result, I lost my arm and one of my legs and lost the ability to walk for twenty years. The demons nowadays evolved so they regenerate much quicker than I do.

Years went by and I moved to Germany just before the war began and became a scientist. They had some of the best weapons I'd seen and technology that was truly unrivalled and so I'd decided to sell some of my own advanced technology which came back to haunt me years later.