• In the beginning, the was chaos. There was no universe, only heaven, hell, and the grey space in between. Back then, this grey space was a waste land, and it became the field of war. Long before man, there was a single war between the clouds and the depths. This war is called the Eternal War, for it was that. An war out of desperation, dominance, and hatred. Long before was Lucifer cast from the heavens above, and from his blood, and the angels that fell with him, hell gain life. When they cascaded onto the rocks below, they shed blood for the first time, and from that contaminated blood sprouted the demons of hell that plague us to this day.

    While things began to fester and rot, God has been watching this, and wondered if the punishment was to great. Next, he/she turned their gaze into the depths below, they saw those thrown from the gates preparing for war, and leading millions. More than all the life in the universe was going to war for the masses of hell. Anger and stun lept into the heart of the great one, and they were scared. not for the last time. At that precise moment, God's voice rang through the heavens. The call was heeded immeaditly, and it was forboding war. A great war. THE great war.

    Thus the war started in the wasteland inbetween the extremes. It waged on and on, and the tide of war would go this way and that. But, eventually, as always before, it would come to a stand still. They were at a draw. Hell would not stand it, for they had nothing to lose.

    In the pits, the were rituals being preformed. Sacred, forbidden rituals of untold power, the same ones used to create the celestial angels, but slight variations. these were used to make your average household demon into one with massive strength, elemental abilities, and bloodlust that would consume our planet today, and then some. These super demons, here in after called Balrogs, were all male. This was due to the ritual, and if a female went through it, she too became a male. For all that they gained, they had to suffer to get. The pain of the trasformation was unbearable, and it was said that if they couldn't handle the pain, they ripped themselves to death. That is how hell got it's might.

    All hte while, god was ever watching, non blinking. See it filled him/her with even more shock and horror. Desperation had officially reached its max. Reveiwing the tomes of knowledge, god searched endlessly for a counter measure. Needless to say, eventually one came up. A powerful one, as strong as the one below, because a stronger one could not be found. Infact, it was used one before, on lucifer himself. This anceint ritual transformed the angel into a fighting machine, and upon its completion, they were given sacred weapons, ones that would smite the toughest evil, ones that would never break. The draw back was not everyone could go through the ritual,and the select few had to give up something that they felt dear to them. Thus, the grim Angels were born, and balance was restored to the battle fields once again, but this time with new vigilance, morale, and alot more bloodshed.

    The battle waged for a couple thousand millenniums, and just when all hope was lost, the strangest event happened. It happened in a distant battle, possibly with the considerable amout of time of 3 earth days before the regroup was called on both sides. It is a event of fear and awe in both realms, and is the reason why the balrog class and grim angel class have been long disbanded, out of fear of another.

    On the edge of a skirmish, a balrog captured a female grim angel. The event to come would shape the war, but the fool he is, he only wanted what he had to fight for. He raped her, and then left her for dead, heading back to the fray.

    In the marvel that is never ending, she survived her wounds and was healing rapidly. But she was pregnant. She new she was, and God knew it too.

    Angel and Demon Pregnancy are alike, yet very different. Angels bear their young less, but they grow slower. Demons hold theirs long times, but they shoot up like weeds, in need to protect themselves. the time is about the same, but in theory, the angels are a bit advantaged.

    She was pregnant in a matter of minutes it seemed, for the angel blessing still pumped through her veins. What was born astounded the heavens and abyss, and its a forbidden tale for a massive reason. It was the first union between heaven and hell. For the child was neither Angel nor Devil. He was both.

    Flawless skin and demon strength. Wings scaly black with tufts of white feathers. Piercing, glowing, white eyes and demonic markings. Silverish, shining hair and a pitch black tail. The mother was astounded and anger renewed. Not at her young, because try as she might, she coud never strike it. Anger at the father, for creating sch a monster. The young watched and grew, for ritualized blood of both demons and angels mixed in his veins, watched as the mother shattered boulders around the scene with her blessed spear with a renewed anger. Rhis is when he got his first lesson, the defining lesson. The lesson of war and anger.

    As the mother flew to confront the father, the young finished growing. By this time, both god and lucifer knew of the youth, and both decided to give it their blessings, in an effort to win it over. Gods was immortality, and Lucifers was ivulnerablity. In a weird coincidence, both gifts were bestowed at the exact same second, sealing boths fate. Th holy nightmare, the demonic angel, the god of chaos was born.

    He will be called Onigami for the time being, to speed things up.

    When he had finished growing, a matter of 8 minutes after birth, Onigami was aware of his surroundings, what was going on, and his full extent of power. A power that was growing every second, and would consume the entire grey space. The endless knowledge of angels bestowed the understanding of everything, and he knew war would only stop war. Weilding his powers of his birth, he fashioned armor, cloth, and a single weapon for himself. The weapon was the only serious thing that was made, and all the artifacts created by the onigami are said to be humble in look, but devine in power and touch. It is said that Jesus of Nazearath's grail was the one that onigami created, and could bestow insight to its drinker, but also tested and weighed their soul.

    His blade was a thing of marvel. A large sword that no man nor 5 men could lift, yet he weilded single handedly. It was made equally of light and darkness. It was called the god slayer by many, for if it came to that, it could destroy anything it touched, because of it being raw element. It was 8 foot long, and eternaly sharp. It is the only weapon ever feared by gods.

    Armed with a weapon, armor, and will, the Onigami, a 12 foot tall force, set out on his quest to stop the war. First he went to the field where his mother and father waged serverly heated battle. Others around even stopped their fighting to see the intensity of the battle. As they clash weapons, the mother tells the father of the event. He is to stunned to believe, and keeps fighting. As they clash weapons for a final time, the Onigami flies over a crest overlooking the fray, wreathed in flames.

    On lookers saw it first. a large blazing object coming down the mountain side at a quick pace, and heading for the 2 in the middle. At first, the demons rejoiced, for it looked like another of their numbers, but then, as it got closer so they could see its features, they quited and grew scared. Both mother and father stopped fighting to see what the rucus was about, and when they saw it, they dropped their weapons. Instaniously, they were afraid. The mothers word were confirmed. The was a child, and it was here.

    He stared at them for a long time, examing them behind that simple black mask and long red scarf that he wears. It seemed an hour he stood there. Then, for the first time ever, he spoke. and he spoek word of conviction.

    Ill never forget the words he said:

    "Father, for your distasteful act, i wont forgive you. Mother, for abandoning me, ill never forgive you. Now it is time for prayer, for it is the time of punishment. It is the time of death."

    At that exact moment, the Onigami drew his sword and ripped it in twain. in one hand, he held a blade of light pointed at the demon, and a sword of darkness at the angel. THey never saw it coming. One second they were whole. The next, the red rain fell. Onlookers fleed as fast as possible, but each were hunted down with a constant vigilance. The burden of the onigami has begun.

    Going from battle to battle, the onigami wiped out everything he saw move. He was clearing the grey space by force, and eventually both sides received word of excess amount of bodies, and a lone standing figure, non moving. Both the black and pearly gates quivered with fear, and eventually, both drew back from battle. The war was over.

    For a time, both side sent out hunting parties of increasing size after him, yet none ever came back. The legend grew and grew, until both sides grew to afraid to hunt, and thought that a fierce god was about to storm thei plane of existance. Thus, decision and order was called. The grey plane was cleared, and the onigami disappeared.

    For a time after that, those who ventured out in the grey space, and ventured near that original site, spoke tails of seeing a single figure, standing thoughtfully and rigid, gazing at the sky above. Eventually, God ordered that the gate of heaven be shut, and asked that hells gate be closed too. He spoke of creating the Universe where the grey is. Lucifer agreed.

    Thus the creation of the universe. But it is said, that during the end of the universe, Ragnarok, the Onigami will reappear, and this time wipe everything from existance. Including God and Lucifer. He waits and guards the Void, the most taxing and unbearable punishment know to man, until that day.