A large city lay in ruins,dead bodies are everywhere and in the middle of this is a sleek black figure.His body eight feet tall,six spines off of his back,three on each side.His long whip-like tail behind him.His red eyes shone like rubies off of his cold black face.He was Damos,the god of death.He muttered to himself,"Finally I have my physical body,yet....these humans are too easy of prey.I need a challenge,someone worthy of my strength."