• Ankouku Xairec, Age 17, Lost His Family Due To a Civil War In His Hometown Far Out Of Reach From Most Society, He Watched As His Own Neighbors, The People That Praised Him When He Was Younger, Slaughtered His Parents and Sister Before His Eyes. Only To Look To Him and Smile, Looking back on how they Adored Him, Leaving Him Behind Traumatized, Simply Excusing Him, Spouting About How He Was a Good Child And Didn't Deserve To Die Like His Parents and Sister Who Wanted The Village Destroyed to Make Way For a Dam. Seven Years Later He Looked Back On The Faces, His Body Aching, Urging Him To Take Revenge, To The Point His Own Mind Drove Him Into The Worst Of Nightmares.

    One Day, After School, One Of The Men From Years Before Looked To Ankouku, Smiling Reminding Him He Was Such a Good Child, That He'd Make The Village Proud One Day, Ankouku smiling, slowly taking the Hatchet From His Backpack....

    As The Man Sighed And Turned, He Had Little Clue To The Fact The Sigh,Would Be His Last Breath,

    Ankouku Hacked And Slashed, Tearing Into The Man's Corpse Viciously, Continuing Into The House Only For The Man's Wife And Children To Meet The Same Fate. Ankouku swore he'd never do it again as he walked back to an empty house.


    As The Months Pass, His Nightmares Ensued, Tormenting Him In His Dreams, The Voices Of The People Back Then Ringing In His Mind, Until He Awoke, He Sat Up From His Bed, Looking To His Closet, His Hatchet Somewhat Beckoning Him.

    The Young Boy's Whisper As He Tread Slowly Into The Streets, Whispering To Himself

    "It's gonna be Alright, it's gonna Be Okay, Mother's Tears Will Fall and Wash It All Away"

    He Advanced To Each House, Knocking On The Doors. His Final Words To Each Victim,

    "The Devil Was An Angel Too."