Prologue

"Greetings, my name is Skyvaar Chronus. As my death draws nearer I, a Devil Hunter, am recording my life on this Neural Recorder, even if no one will ever find it I must tell someone that the Latch Kings are only humans with the devils powers. My story began when I was five …"

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! My arm! I'm gunna die aren't I? Agh I just know I'm gunna die!"

"You're not dying you idiot! The doc says you're gunna be fine. He just needs to fill it with Biofoam."

"Aaaawwww! Shyana! I was trying to set up suspense for the little kids out in the waiting room!"

"Suspense is all well and good but you're gunna scare the livin' daylights out of 'em."

I sigh and look around at the dark and dingy room that the doc calls an operation room. Beside me is a few almost rusting surgical tools smothered in my blood. Above me, a large LED lamp, around me blank walls with no windows or any other kind of happy objects. Man, I feel like I'm at my dad's house.

"Well," I say standing up, "it's time to get going!"

"Wait you idiot! The hole in your arm hasn't been filled with bio foam yet!" Shyana says.

I glance down at the hole that was drilled in my right arm by a railroad spike that I had fallen on two hours prior, "…oh. waddaya know. It hasn't! Meh. It'll heal eventually!"

"Oh, no you don't!" She says slapping me and pushing me into the chair

By then the doc had come back into the room and said, "Relax so I can fix your arm." A half an hour later we exit the building and look at the red sky and I sigh and say, "Ahh… just breathe that air. So full of…………stuff." As I glance down the road I think about what might have been like before The Rock was found. I take out a picture of my dad holding me while standing next to the biggest archeological find, EVER, The Rock. I look a lot like him, broad shoulders, dark eyes, tall, strong, both physically and mentally. So much alike…except for the hair; he has black hair, I have white due to a disease I caught as a baby. I sigh and put the photo away and start walking into town.

Town is a dingy little cluster of houses and a single Wally-World store maybe a few hundred feet long and about the same width. As I turn down my street I freeze as I catch sight of my house.

"Ouch!" Shyana exclaims as she walks into my back, "why the hell are you stopping you idi…OH MY GOSH!!!!!"

I walk up to my house. Or at least what's left of it, which isn't much by the way. As I try to open the door the entire front wall falls down. Without thinking I run into what's left of the living room to check on my mother. She's lying on the floor, blood trickling from her pursed lips, barely distinguishable from her lipstick. As kneel down beside her I wipe the blood from her lips and close her eyes.