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Prologue
Long ago, before the ninja arts were discovered, there was an art… an art so dark, so dangerous, that few dared to even learn it. This art was known as many things. The forbidden rituals, the Demon Arts, the Ceremonies of the Soul. But amongst these name, only one stood out as the true name…
The Dark One Rituals…
The Mouth, the Bone, the Blood, the Breath, the Sense, the Heart, and the Essence…
What is the Dark One you may ask? Nobody knows except maybe the few remaining people who use these forbidden arts, people known as 'Users'. And even then, there only remain a few of them, and most have become so warped, so twisted by these rituals that they no longer have minds of their own. However, there was one person who sought to use these rituals for to better himself, to protect those precious to him, and destroy those who would use these powers to rule the world. He died trying, or at least that is what everyone thought. He was sealed away by the God of Death, never to be seen until one used the arts to free him, or at least attempt to seal a being of equal or greater strength… but the chances of that were next to impossible… at least until that eventful day… when our story begins…