I was chosen to be a protector of the innocent in the area around what is now China. I was part of a secret city in the middle of nowhere called Mythical. This is the Garden of Eden, now a home for angels. The western religions were all formed, for in all respects they are the true religion sense before the time of the out casting. I was the protector, and when you’re the holiest place on earth, your attacked by a lot of demons. I slayed and slayed and slayed until my blades went dull. I then beat and destroyed until I nearly died. I then slept and did it all again the next day, with a better sword and more strength, but stronger enemies. Life became nothing more than death.