Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

(OST’s such as “The Rig - Extended Version”, “Immortan”, and “Brothers in Arms” by Junkie XL (1) along with “Escape to the Beginning” (2)by Shiro Sagisu were used for the ideas of this chapter) 


My mind was as Basket and I traded blows with one another. The walls of the were being blown out as every hit that connect between us caused a shock wave. Our feet were planted into the ground. Cementing ourselves into a stand still as we traded blow for blow. 


He was fast. Faster than he ever was over a hundred years ago. His strikes were sharp. Precise. Planned out. 


“Has he gotten stronger?” I thought. 


His fist connected with abdomen as mine just barely grazed his face. His grinning psychotically. His eyes wide with excitement. His teeth blaring white. Revealing his sharpened white fangs. 


“Our am I that out of practice?” I continued to question myself. 


Defiled Sun/ Janice vs Basket Pt. 2 (Janice)