the weak shall die and the strong shall live
i look at mortals as weak and insignifigant creatures, nothing but expierements, i find creatures that are out of the ordinary extremly interesting and worth disecting and reassembling in the way i so please.
two katana's on each side of my waist, a small red cell phone and my front pocket, soul contracts within my back left pocket, a handbook of necromancy in my jacket, and a sacred knife hidden within my hair.
when i was young i never understood the world, and i often prayed for an answer, then i got one. Not from who i expected to answer though, but it was just as well, i sold my soul and gained enternal life and in return for this all i had to do was offer people contracts and dissect the unhuman to find out how they work and make a hybrid body for the devil himself to ressurect in.