We had become the next generation of darkness. The next shadows in the night. The new devils in cloaks. Heartless souls trapped in one body for century’s, never to feel pain, only nothing. As it consumes us leaving warriors of choose. Using our weapons for balance and grief. Using our powers to end what we also could began.

Protected by a cover of shadows no human could see any of us. It was so easy just to pull out there soul slowly. Watching the life drain out of there eyes, It was what we lived for. This was what humans call our “line of work”. All six of us had to do this. Me, Arya, Mituso, Takeshi, Sakara, and Ray. The group of six chosen to fulfill this fate. Well more or less forced into the fate of death.