Around the time of the beginning of the human species

There was once a demon.

Darkness. Despair. Wrath. 

Yet seemingly nullified to the nature 

of true darkness.

This particular demon created a race of 

artificial humans. 

Power growing that could rival gods

They were known as Heretics. 

2017-Tokyo-Japan

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 The sun blazed through the window.

A 17 year old boy with dark hair and a blanket wrapped around his crotch

stood up.

"Fuck," Senshi said whilst clothing himself,

"when will she call me?"

The red ball of light sat in the sky as the cool breeze entered his room. 

Senshi walked towards his curtains and closed them in an instant. 

As Senshi brushed himself up , he walked towards his wall and proceeded to mark off a road on his map. 

Among his wall were numerous other things such as figures , locations , people , crimes and overall data. 

Senshi was distraught. From an early age of living in an orphanage , a certain  

"thing" slaughtered his whole "family". 

From then on out he sought vengeance on it. 

"AHHH!" A deafening yell was let out on the street , "HE'S DEAD! HELP!"

Senshi ran downstairs and opened the door. 

In a moment, a crowd was huddled together taking photos and dialing 

"110". 

Senshi sprinted to the crowd as he pushed and shoved past various people. 

Burns. Many burns. All over his body were burnings. It was more like words had been inscribed onto his body. 

Senshi took a look closer as his eyes

widened. 

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

A sense of hostility gathered. 

The engraving of "extract" was burned into the chest of the mans body. The "thing" was here.

In Tokyo. 

To be continued...