The Start

The war of the 3 great factions has just began humans have been cowering in fear and hiding. One old hag has been experimenting on children with the intent of making an immortal being… she succeeded.

That's how I Kuro Sakanagi was born, an immortal with the power to hit people with the mass of a mountain. I look like your average guy black hair gold eyes emotionless face that has seen the death of many. Y know the normal stuff.

A lot of years pass and the devils finally visit my village. Joy. I look at them quietly from my corner in a food stall. One looks jacked wearing all black and the other is … a child? He has red hair and greenish blue eyes. "Hey kid you wanna buy this apple." I yell monotone clear in my voice. He turns looks at me walks to me and takes the apple. Eats it and smiles. And that's how my first interaction with a devil went.

Some time passes and I have learned the devils name is Sizechs Gremory a noble who wants to end the war how nice.

More years pass and I have officially outlived the village and the heavenly dragons have started to fight. How I know this is because the dragons trampled my village. I have been wondering along the path for a while met some Shinto yokai they ran from me, don't know why though.

Few more years pass and I decided to set up shop in a nice town called Kuoh.

One thousand years later

Kuoh town is now in a good place with the war coming to a standstill and many humans popping up only downside is the fact that we are now governed by devils. Though this one is quite nice she is a nice kid and I think they'll do fine governing , Probably. Oh that's them over there.

In a monotone voice I say "Morning Cleria san it's been a while hasn't it." She then turns and says. "Good morning to you to Sakanagi san also it has been awhile." I reply "Have you got any good advice for dealing with the town?" "Eh why do you ask?" "For the future…" she widens her eyes and then looks at her watch. " Sakanagi san we will talk more soon have a nice day!" "You too." I say looking at the fleeting form of one Cleria Belial.

'Something bad is happening hmmmmm must be my imagination.' I think while opening up shop.