*Hello everyone, Spawnzilla here! Today, I've got a special treat for you all! For this story, we will be looking back at the life, tragedies, and battles fought by Reika Kitami of the Bible Black series.

And before you ask, no this will not be tied to my previous works. This will be a completely different story on it's own. I will say this though, Spawn will be an important part in this story. However, I really want to focus on Kitami, and try to get you, my audience, to know and relate to her a little more than usual.

But make no mistake; this series is definitely not suitable for the kiddies, as this will contain a lot of violence, sex, and other stuff only for adults. So viewer discretion is advised!

And with that out of the way, let's get this show started! Enjoy!*

Chapter 1: From the Ashes of Death!

For as long and old as time itself, mankind has always struggled for power. But sometimes, with power, comes a heavy price. One such example of power is the unholy text, the Bible Black. Nobody knows who made this evil scripture or where it came from, but one thing is for certain. Many souls have fought and died for this book for it's power, and all those souls suffered the same exact result: Death! Here are just a few examples of those who desired that power and suffered the consequences for their selfish actions.

*10,000 BC, somewhere in Africa!*

A caveman was running through the forests while dodging spears and rocks. This caveman, (We'll call him Bob!) had been notorious for stealing food from other villages. Now it would have been understandable if this caveman were stealing food to provide for his family, but Bob was a loner and a troublemaker. All the other cavemen throughout the area were growing tired of Bob's trouble, so they decided to solve this problem like anyone else would; they would kill the bastard!

Bob grunted as he barely dodged a rock, and began climbing up a mountain to hide out in one of the caves. As he began climbing up, the other cavemen hooted and hollered angrily as they began climbing up after him. Bob tripped a few times, but as always, luck was on his side and he continued to climb. Finally, Bob reached the top and began venturing deep into the cave to hide.

Eventually, Bob found a suitable place to hide. As he huddled behind a rock, he grunted in confusion as he felt something strange with his hands. He looked down and saw what appeared to be a book. Books were extremely rare in this part of the area, as only the Men Who Could Speak could afford to make these things. The Men Who Could Speak lived far away in a hidden valley, safe from the dangers of the wildlife and the savage cavemen who dwelled in the mountains.

But being the curious caveman he was, Bob decided to take a quick look through the book. After all, what harm could that bring? As Bob opened the book, he looked at some of the pictures throughout. These pictures intrigued Bob, as they appeared to be symbols and shapes of an unknown origin. However, there was one picture that caught Bob's interest. It was a picture of a large reptilian beast, one that was thought to have been extinct since the Dawn of the Great Age.

Underneath of the picture were words of an ancient language, one that even the Men Who Could Speak could not understand. But Bob, being so curious, decided to try and read it. Now Bob couldn't speak, let alone read, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. As Bob read out loud the words in the book, the book started to glow an ominous dark purple. Bob gasped in amazement, when suddenly the book closed itself and a strange noise was heard.

Now little did Bob know, that what he read was an ancient spell that woke up the supposed beast. But he didn't find that out until it was almost too late, because while he was reading the spell, his enemy cavemen had spotted him and began swarming him from all sides. Bob gasped as he dropped the book and tried to make a break for it, but the other cavemen subdued him before they carried him away. But as they did that, they were unaware that a ghastly pair of eyes was watching them from the darkness.

Much later, Bob woke up tied up to a tall wooden pole. According to the ancient laws of these cavemen, the punishment for Bob's crimes were for him to be burned alive as a sacrifice to their gods. Bob screamed and hollered as the other cavemen clamored about, throwing rocks at him. Bob feared for his life, knowing that his end was soon to come.

As the village shaman arrived with a flaming torch in his hands, the other cavemen grew silent out of respect for their wise leader. The shaman approached Bob slowly, grunting angrily. As he shook his fist at him and made strange gestures with his fingers, Bob began to sweat. Finally, the shaman let out a shrilly shriek and the other cavemen went wild as they clamored about like monkeys.

The shaman was about to burn Bob, when suddenly a bloodcurdling roar filled the air. This roar had not been heard in over an age, as it did not belong to any of the known wildlife that lived today. The cavemen all began to panic as they heard this strange noise, but none were as frightened as the shaman. Suddenly, massive footsteps shook the very earth, causing the other cavemen scream and holler in fright.

Birds began to fly away in fear, and the other wildlife began to panic as they fled. Finally, the beast exploded out of the forest and exposed himself. He stood over 25 feet tall, measured over 50 feet long, and had a massive pair of jaws that could easily crush bones. His flesh was a sickly white color, his eyes were blood red, and his mouth was foaming with blood and venomous saliva. It was an Albino Tyrannosaurus Rex!

The horrific monster roared with ferocious hunger as he began rampaging his way through the village, devouring all the poor innocent villagers. Despite the best attempts of the cavemen fighting back, no spear or rock could damage this monster. As the evil beast hungrily devoured his prey, Bob could not help but laugh in excitement. His reading had paid off and his prayers had been answered at long last.

But his victory was to be short lived, as the monstrous dinosaur suddenly turned his sights towards Bob. As the Albino T-Rex lumbered his way towards Bob, the caveman hooted and grunted in excitement. Oh, how much fun Bob would have rampaging around with his new friend...or so he thought. Suddenly, the monster roared ferociously in Bob's face before he grabbed onto Bob's legs with his massive jaws.

Bob screamed in howling agony as the monster began thrashing him around like a rag doll, breaking every bone in his body. Finally, Bob's life was no more as the Albino T-Rex gobbled him up. And with that out of the way, the monster suddenly disappeared without a trace, just as quickly as he was brought back to life. From that day forward, that section of the valley was known as Devil's Peak.

*1176, Medieval France!*

A lone gypsy named Isabella was wandering through the darkened alleys on her way home, when she was suddenly cornered by several armed guards. "Halt! Where do you think you're going, lass?" one of the guards ordered. "I'm on my way home." Isabella replied calmly. "Home from where?" another guard demanded. "From work." Isabella replied nonchalantly.

This caused the guards to laugh. "Work?! Gypsies don't work; they either beg or they steal!" the first guard sneered. "Yeah...that's an awfully big sack of coin you got there! Let me see that!" another guard barked. "For your information, I actually earned this coin. Now if you'll be so kind to let me go-" Isabella began. One of the guards backhanded her, forcing her onto her back. "Silence! You should know better than to disrespect the royal guard, gypsy!" one of the guards snapped. "I have done no wrong to you people! Just let me go, please!" Isabella begged.

The guards all laughed at her. "Oh, we'll let you go all right. But before we do, we're going to have ourselves a little bit of fun!" the first guard smirked as he began unbuckling his pants. "What? NO!" Isabella screamed. "Hold her down, steady boys! You'll get your turn!" the leading guard sneered. After raping the poor gypsy, the guards robbed her of her well earned coin and dumped her into the sewer. As they left, Isabella swore to get revenge by any means necessary.

A few days went past, and Isabella was nowhere to be seen by any of the townsfolk. That's because Isabella was hiding out in the sewers in shame, while also planning on getting her revenge. But one day, as she was scrounging around for food, Isabella stumbled across a strange book. Curious of what the book was, she picked it up and opened it up.

Inside of the book was a strange set of pictures depicting a plague of rats, blood, fire, and a swarm of locusts. Isabella looked at the pictures and noticed that there were words underneath of these pictures. She suddenly got an idea...an awful idea. Isabella smiled wickedly as she knew exactly how she would get her revenge. "Time for you bastards to pay for what you've done to me!" Isabella sneered.

Meanwhile; the royal guards were having a hefty meal of mutton and mead at a local tavern. They were laughing out loudly as they told each other stories, when suddenly Isabella walked into the tavern, dressed in a very sultry looking black dress. "Oh-ho! Look at who it is, boys. If it ain't the gypsy! Why don't you come on over here and sit on my lap?" the leading royal guard cried out.

Isabella smirked deviously as she slowly sauntered over towards them; she couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces for what she had in store for them. "You boys seem to be enjoying yourselves. Perhaps I should entertain you with a little tale?" she said with an evil smile on her lips. "Oh, I love stories!" one of the guards replied. Isabella smiled an evil toothy grin as she sat crosslegged on a stool.

She took out her magical book, and began to read from some marked pages. "Oh, then I'm sure you'll enjoy this one. (ahem!) There once were a group of men; tall, proud, and full of greed. But one day as they sat down to feed, they found blood had replaced their mead. This brought out their ire, when suddenly their houses caught on fire. As they screamed in vain, their loved ones burned with great pain. In a rage, they tore off their hats, when suddenly came a swarm of rats. As they cried out with mighty groans, a swarm of locusts flew in and gnawed on their bones!" Isabella read out loud.

This made the royal guards quite uncomfortable, especially the leading guard. "Well...that was quite, um...a story. So what's the moral of this tale?" he asked. Isabella suddenly burst into evil laughter. "The moral of the story? Don't fuck with me!" she snarled. As she said that, several people cried out in disgust as they spat out their drinks. "GAH! What the devil is this?!" one of the guards exclaimed. "Bleh! This mead tastes terrible! Did this expire?!" another exclaimed. "Wait a minute...that's not mead! It's-" a third guard began in shock. "BLOOD!" a bartender exclaimed as barrels full of mead now began spurting out with fresh blood.

This caused several people to cry out in fear and disgust, when suddenly a fire erupted from the fireplace and began spreading around. "AUGH! My God; somebody put that out!" the owner of the tavern exclaimed. "I'm trying, I'm trying! It won't go out!" an employee cried. As the fire began to spread, it started to engulf people and burned them alive. "AAAIIIIEEEE! HELP ME!" a young man shrieked. "NOOO!" another man screamed.

As Isabella began to walk away, the leading royal guard grew very afraid. "What the hell is going on here? What did you do?!" he shouted. But as he said that, a loud explosion was heard from underground. "What the hell is that noise?!" the leading guard shouted as he left the burning tavern. "Look over there! It's a fire; over on the eastern side!" a civilian pointed out.

This caused the royal guard to panic, due to the fact that's where his home was. "NOOO! My wife and child are there!" the guard screamed. As he ran towards that section of town, he fell to his knees in despair as he listened to the dying screams of his wife and child. But as he mourned, Isabella was seen laughing in evil triumph as she leaned back against a stone wall.

This made the leading royal guard furious. "Witchcraft?! SIEZE HER!" the guard screamed as he pointed towards Isabella. The gypsy howled with evil laughter as rats suddenly came out of the sewers and started swarming the town. "RATS! Don't let them bite you!" a man shouted before he was engulfed by the vile beasts. "GRR! I'll kill you for this, you evil bitch!" the leading royal guard shouted as he ripped his helmet off in a rage.

As he attempted to charge towards the gypsy to kill her, a horrible noise was heard from up above. "What now?!" the leading royal guard demanded. But as he looked up, he nearly soiled himself. A huge swarm of locusts came flying down in rows directly towards him! "No...no...NO!" the leading royal guard shrieked as the locusts engulfed him and stripped his flesh clean off his bones.

Isabella let out a howling cackle of triumph; she finally got her revenge. But her triumph was to be short lived, as a priest watched from a safe distance. "You shall burn for this, evil whore!" he said to himself as he slowly crept away. He had to warn the church of this before things got out of hand. The priest approached the church, which was surprisingly untouched by all the chaos. As he entered inside the church, the deacon was seen sitting down on a chair reading his bible. "Father Tomas? I have news that you must be aware of! I know who is responsible for this unholy plague of madness; it is the will of a witch!" the priest said as he approached the deacon. "What is her name?" the deacon replied simply not taking his eyes of his bible. "Her name is Isabella!" the priest replied.

The deacon appeared to be shocked as he heard that name. "Isabella? As in the lost daughter of the sorcerer Sigurd?! Say no more, my dear boy...this insanity ends tonight! I want you to gather the Holy Knights of Majestic Order and bring them here at once!" the deacon ordered. "As you wish, Father Tomas!" the priest replied with a bow.

Much later that night, while Isabella slept peacefully at a gypsy camp, several knights armed with swords and shields were hiding in a nearby woods along with some priests and the leading church deacon. "Listen up, I want to get through with this quick and clean. Do I make myself clear? Quick...and...clean! We are here for one person only; Isabella von Sigurd! Now one of my priests has alerted me that she is responsible for all the chaos that happened in town earlier today. Your orders are to bring her to me alive and unharmed! God will be the ultimate judge for her sins! If anyone disobeys this order or attempts to help her escape...you shall tried for treason and burned at the stake along with her! Am I clear?" Father Tomas ordered sternly.

The knights saluted him before they snuck out of the forest and began sneaking their way into the gypsy village. To keep a long story short, the knights kidnapped the evil witch and brought her into the town center. As she was forced to stand trial before the Holy Church, the entire town, or whatever was left of it, watched the trial. "Isabella von Sigurd? You are hereby found guilty of the crimes of witchcraft and murder. How do you plead before the name of the Holy Lord?" Father Tomas announced loud enough for everyone to hear.

Now due to the evil book that had corrupted her once innocent soul, Isabella forgot that she loved the Lord. "To hell with your god! And to hell with you!" Isabella said as she spat at the deacon's feet. Several of the townsfolk gasped in shock as she did this unspeakable act of defiance. "How dare you?!" Father Tomas shouted with great anger. "Blasphemous witch!" a man shouted. "Burn her!" a woman screamed. "Make that evil bitch pay for all she did to us!" another man shouted. "Since you will not repent, then by the powers invested by me, I hereby sentence you to death! May God have mercy on your soul!" Father Tomas cried angrily.

As Isabella was tied to a wooden stake, people cried out with anger as they cursed her name. Isabella looked up at the sky and smiled grimly; she didn't care that she was going to die. Her vengeance was now complete. Her name would go down in history as one of the most notorious witches of all time. But that being said, the evil she unleashed would never be forgotten, let alone forgiven by the French People.

*1886, somewhere in Colorado, USA!*

It was a long, cold, and stormy night. A ruthless and bloodthirsty land baron was fast asleep in his cozy mansion in the woods, while all of his well armed and well trained henchmen guarded the place. However, all that peace and quiet would soon be disrupted by a lone cowboy named Jackson Slater fueled with a heart full of hate and vengeance. One of the guards was taking a piss by some bushes, when suddenly someone grabbed him from behind and slit his throat with a knife. As Jackson hid his body, a few more guards came his way.

The guards were talking among themselves about politics and such, when Jackson threw his knife at one of the guards. The knife hit the back of the guard's head, immediately catching the attention of the other, but Jackson was able to stop him by stabbing another knife into his throat before he could call for help. Jackson quickly made his way towards the main gate entrance before he snuck his way through the gardens of the mansion grounds.

Back inside of the mansion, the land baron began tossing and turning as he began to have a nightmare. He woke up abruptly and gasped for breath before he grabbed some gin. But as he finished drinking it, the sounds of a gun cocking were heard. The land baron gasped in shock as he felt the barrel of a Colt 1873 Single Action Army pistol press against the back of his head. "You move...you utter one sound...I'll blow your fucking brains out without so much as blinking an eye, you understand me? Now, then...quietly move towards your office. We got some business to discuss!" Jackson snarled.

The land baron gulped nervously as did as he was told. As Jackson forced the land baron to sit down, he glared into his eyes with great menace. "Now then...I'm gonna ask you some questions, and you best answer them without lying. You lie once or if you avoid a single question, you're dead! Got it? Okay, first question...did you hire your men to kill me, even though I did everything you asked me?" Jackson demanded.

The land baron gulped nervously as he nodded his head. "Yes...yes, I did!" he replied with a stuttered. "Second question...were you aware that I had a wife and child?" Jackson growled. The land baron began to sweat, but he knew better than to lie. "Yes...yes, I was aware, Jackie. Is that what this is all about?" the land baron replied nervously.

Jackson pistol whipped him in the face, making him cry out in pain. "I'm asking the questions here, old man! Now sit down and shut up; don't make me warn you again!" Jackson snarled. "OW! I'm sorry...really, I am! I didn't mean to bring them into this, I swear it!" the land baron whimpered. "I said, shut your mouth! Last question, and this one's the most important one of all...did you really think that you were going to get away with this?" Jackson demanded. The land baron suddenly started to laugh at him, making Jackson very angry. "What the hell you laughin' at, old man?!" Jackson snapped. "Do you think you'll get away with killing me? I told you not to fuck me over and I told you that I would make an example of you! How the hell are you even here in one piece? My boys said they burned you alive!" the land baron sneered.

It was Jackson's turn to laugh. "Yeah...that they did. But guess what?" he said as he began removing his bandanna. The land baron gasped in horror as he saw the hideous disfigured and burned face of Jackson Slater. "Where you're going, you'll be burning for all of eternity! Be sure to tell em' that Slate-Eye Jackson sent ya!" the cowboy sneered before he shot the old man in the face several times.

The sounds of gunfire were heard from all the other guards outside. "Shit! It's the boss; get in there!" one of the guards shouted. As the armed guards quickly entered into the mansion to try and stop the intruder, Slate-Eye Jackson went all out and began shooting the guards full of holes with a pair of .357 magnum revolvers. The battle between the lone cowboy and army of guards was bloody and gruesome, but eventually Slate-Eye emerged the victor...or so it seemed.

As he began to leave the mansion grounds, he smirked devilishly as the mansion exploded into pieces, thanks to the timebomb he planted in the kitchen earlier. But just as he got on his warhorse and was about to ride off to freedom, a rifle's bullet shot him in the chest and forced him off his horse. His horse panicked and began running away, angering Jackson. "Get back here, you old nag!" he shouted through pain.

Suddenly, an evil laugh was heard. "Gotcha now, you son of a bitch! I waited a long time for this moment!" a voice cried out. Jackson growled as he turned over onto his back, struggling to get back up. There stood his nemesis, Marshal Johnson. Along with the marshal were the finest State Rangers, the most feared law enforcers of the west. They were all armed with trail carbine repeating rifles and .44 magnum revolver pistols. Jackson laughed as appeared to give up, knowing that this time he couldn't be beat. "Well, what are you waiting for? Some grand speech or something? Go ahead...kill me! My part of the bargain is done...I got my revenge!" Jackson sneered.

Marshal Johnson and his Rangers then shot down Jackson until there was hardly anything left of him; the once infamous outlaw was now dead and gone. "Check his body, see if he has any stolen valuables!" Johnson ordered. One of the rangers observed and searched Jackson's body, when he suddenly pulled out a strange looking book. "All I found was this book! What should we do with this?" the ranger announced as he handed Johnson the book.

Johnson observed the book, realizing that there was something evil about this book. "We'll take this over towards the library back in town; we'll have one of those professors look at it and see what he thinks!" Johnson said after a moment of silence. "Well, you're the boss. Come on, let's go!" one of the rangers replied. And with that, they were off.

*Present Day! Somewhere in Tokyo, Japan!*

A nurse was on break from her job at the local hospital. This nurse was a beautiful woman with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair white skin. She wore a sultry nurse's outfit, and she was known for having a bold, stubborn, and rebellious personality. Her name was Reika Kitami. But unknown to anyone else, she harbored some very dark secrets. And that, my dear friends, is where our story truly begins!