Haruse Seiren has always known that Gods weren’t kind. He’d seen their cruelty first-hand, experienced it first-hand and as a result, he became someone else…something other…than whom he was born.
It was like he lost an irreplaceable part of himself that he could never get it back. No matter how many times he tried, or screamed for it to be returned.
He was ignored, like so many others were.
It pissed him off, enough to start thinking of ways to get back at them. So, the first chance he had, Seiren showed up in the Third Nation, intent on collecting a group of capable fighters, who were allowed to kill. Because he wasn’t. Someone with his status, and position, wasn’t exactly allowed to kill.
But there were always exceptions to that rule.
Like the time when he heard what happened to his precious best-friends: Aya being used as a god-damn fucking sacrificial pawn and Soo-Won failed attempt to save her, only to end up in Hell himself.