Prologue
It was a late summer's night in Death City nothing too unusual was going on; you had your meisters fighting pre-kishins while normal people lived their lives under the protection of the DWMA. But this night was no ordinary night for deep in the darkest corners, where not even nightmares would dare to step foot in, monsters lay in wait starving for the souls that live in the city.
After years upon years of striking at the wall that held them in this desolated land, from the countless number of souls that roamed the streets, finally fell. Tonight, after years of starvation, they would feast...and feast they did.
Silently they watched their prey from the shadows with hunger in their cold, lifeless eyes…waiting…watching…hunting…then at the strike of twelve they hit without warning. Killing anyone who crossed their path, and when the sun rose to greet the city only tears come to fall…for the streets had been painted in blood.