Fire, blood and death ...
When I look at the past, that's all that comes to mind, strange yet understandable, though I live more than 10 years before this incident, only the memory of the fire and the flames of death stayed with me.

In fact, the death of my older sister awakened me from the dream I was living, the humans were still mere adjutants at the hands of the immortals and the supernatural, what happened to her was proof of that.
In recent years I have lived accepting my impotence and weakness forgetting the promise I made under the ashes of what was left of her, I forgot her smile and even her suffering.
"I'm too weak, so I do nothing for her."

But one meeting changed everything.

Tanya, that's how the entity was called, a woman with long, brilliant blue hair and penetrating blue eyes, dressed only in a fragile white dress, skin pale as snow, and the look of pain on her body, at least it was the that I thought.

After watching her more carefully, I saw that in her eyes that admired me there was no feeling of pity or sadness, no, it was indecent, the blush on her cheeks, the sweat she had and the expression of pleasure could no longer hide her true intentions.
I see…. There before me was a supernatural creature.

You keep making excuses for your miserable life.

You have not avenged your sister, you can not even convince yourself of the reason for surviving…

Want to be able to hunt down the supernatural creatures that destroyed your family?

I can give you all that power you want.

So she stretched out her right hand and without thinking twice I took it, it was by this choice that she decided to walk the path of death I would not be a messiah or even a savior of humanity that was only a consequence of my actions, after all my goal was not peace but war.

The three factions she created, all the mythologies and supernatural creatures that mocked humankind and existed to prove their powerlessness would all be brought to the ground, living only in the dreams and stories that would be written.
Thus humanity would be free and I could lay my vengeance. But only this can not do much, it was necessary training, dedication and effort.

God's King's Fist: It was a Sacred Gear that I received from her, had the power of Gevurah the branch of Judgment, increased my power exponentially, but wore the same way and had a unique feature, anyone who had a heart full of hatred and rancor could use it without any penalty.

Of course no one can judge with a hate-filled heart, the power that he possesses is divine and therefore requires a pure heart.

The penality? The body was degrading to the point of going undone, I would not abandon the only feeling left in me, if I did I feel that I would become like her, I would lose what my sister saw in me with pride, my authenticity.

The first step should be Kuoh, territory of the demons and my hometown, there would be the stage of the revolution, led by the two descendants of maous Satan and Leviathan, Sona Sitri and Rias Gremory, among them there is the Boosted Gear Longinus carrier that is a problem after all, liberating the city itself will not be easy.