My name is Solomon Darcsen.

For as long as I can remember I've always had terrible luck.

The town which I had lived in called Greendale, was once assaulted by a passing Demon King; resulting in both of my parents dying.

There wasn't a single other person who was killed that night by the hands of the Demon King as the Hero had appeared and saved them all from such a terrible fate driving back the creature.

The old hero was nearing his end and unfortunately could not kill the Demon King only being able to drive it away after an intense battle.

Even worse, the Demon King marked my forehead with his claw-like fingers making an "X" saying that it was a sign of his mercy. Although he called it "Mercy" - every night I would suffer terrible nightmares where I saw my parents killed over and over in different ways repeatedly.

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The screams that escaped my small wooden hut at night made me an outcast in the little town of Greendale.

As such, I , Solomon, who had always been an orphan was shunned by the community as an ill omen and was neglected by the residents of Greendale.

I had but a mere few friends in the town - but in the blink of an eye, that had all changed.

This is my story, a fight against demons, a fight against humans and most importantly.....a fight against fate.

I curse the Gods who created this life of mine, the demons who ridicule me, and the humans who passed their own judgements upon me. This is my revenge against...everything.