I am a 40 years old guy who has only known about fighting and killing.

I was trained to martial arts from the very beginning of my life.

Now that I think about it why did I bother getting strong when I had no one to protect or someone I cared for.

Maybe in the end, I just wanted someone to acknowledge me or care about me.

My bones are all broken or fractured , my blood is gushing out from everywhere.

Why did this happen? This all because of getting strong, strong enough to make people call you demon.

15 years ago, the world was at war. There were no guns, no advanced weaponry as all the resources were used up in 5th world war. The dispute was over a minor collection of copper.

Can you believe it? A war for copper. Silly as it seems, it wasn't a silly matter for the countries. They waged full on war which continued for 10 years because of low technology. No submarines or advanced jet planes, so it took a long time. I was just a normal martial artist living a normal life but with war even own people would start acting up due to scarce food and supplies.

I was forced to kill, no let's say massacre my own people whom I thought were my friends. They suddenly attacked me, saying that they want to eat me. At first I thought of it as a joke but that was not a joke. After they stabbed me in my abdomen I finally realized my situation. That was when the demon was born. I was bewildered as to what happened then I realized that this world needs a demon to strike them fear and deliver their judgement.

After that I started massacring each and every person I met. And now I am at my limit. They have finally united to kill a single demon which is a threat to their existence. Maybe this was my fate, my only wish was to get strong so I could get acknowledged and have someone to care for but even the people who I thought were friends betrayed me so there's little I can do about it.

Finally, I can get away from this nightmare. As I think about all my life in my final moment I feel a gentle yet cold embrace taking me away.