Prologue
Samukai had long decided that Fate was not on his side.
He had arrived in the Departed Realm after he had foolishly claimed the four weapons for himself - nay, given that very opportunity to his bitter rival and usurper. Before that, he lived in the Underworld, the Realm designated for creatures unable to accept their own passing. Just to torment them for eternity, they have no memory of their lives before.
All Samukai had known when he entered the Underworld was his name and that he used to be a king. But he had no other memories of his life from before.
And that drove him nuts.
What Samukai could not understand, however, was why he made it to the Departed Realm, rather than the Cursed Realm. Someone must really have messed up his scroll up in Cloud Kingdom for him to get here.
Samukai knew all of this information from the cosmology section of the Skull Library. He often spent time in there, trying in vain to grasp onto the smallest bit of knowledge that might trigger an old memory - something to remind himself of his past life.
There was something that he needed to accomplish before his soul could finally have rest, but without knowing what it was, what chance would he have?