Funny how fate works out.

One day, you're a murderer of hundreds…

The next, you find yourself in Hell and somehow become one of the most powerful yet most loving Demons in Hell.

...I'm getting ahead of myself.

Why don't I tell you my life's story?

I'll start with my Hell life, that's the most important part.

Buckle up, the journey begins now.

BROKEN SOUL - Birth of the Soul Demon

DATE, TIME, LOCATION: May 20th, 1924; 11:34 PM; Boston, Massachusetts

This was invigorating.

The thought of cleansing the world of the filth that was humanity. It made James Thomas Walter feel overjoyed.

He had an ever growing count of his kills, he was already far past one-hundred.

Did he feel any guilt?

...Nope!

He was doing the world a favor, and humanity one too. Of course, he realized he was human too.

He'd just come back to that subject later when he was done with the rest of humanity; then he'd kill himself.

Currently he was on 920 kills, and still managed to avoid the world trying to catch him. He was about to land his 921st hit, and he couldn't help but let a small dark grin to slowly appear on his face.

He casually drew his knife from his coat, glancing at the silver blade that took so many lives. It had a golden handle, decorated with beautiful gems, and it was deadly sharp. It could easily break through steel, he tested it multiple times over, making his job of killing so much easier.

Today's target was a young woman who lived alone in a forest cabin, and what made it so much better was she lived a good while away from civilization so no one could interfere with his kill. He watched from the forest, his brown eyes focused like a predator that was hunting for his prey. He pulled out a few leaves from his black hair, huffing slightly, and then looked back at the cabin.

James slowly began to get closer to the cabin, his blade glinting in the dim light of the moon. Once close enough, he stabbed his knife into the door and forcefully broke it open with the sharp blade. Once the terrified and shocked scream came from the cabin, James only grinned wider, using the scream as a waypoint to find his newest victim.

He quickly cornered the young woman in the back of the cabin, brandishing his knife menacingly. She begged and cried for mercy, causing James to frown and kneel in front of the cowering woman, false sympathy in his eyes.

"Oh, dear… I would spare you if I could… But that would go against everything I believe in, sweetie." James then grinned. "Now, be a good girl and die for me, m'kay?" James was about to end her life quickly, but then he heard voices near the cabin, many loud and stern. He narrowed his eyes. Somehow, without his knowing, this woman must have alerted the authorities.

"You bitch." James stabbed her in the chest and cut off her head quickly, before rushing out the back door, running as fast as he could. He couldn't be caught now. Not yet! He had so much to do, the world needed him to be pure again! It was only a minute and a half before he ran into 10 or so policemen, armed and ready to take him down, guns pointed at him.

"James Thomas Walter! You have 10 seconds to surrender! Drop your weapon, you're surrounded!" One cop demanded, causing James' eye to twitch angrily, clenching his knife tightly. The police officer who called on him narrowed his eyes. "Put the weapon down and we won't shoot!"

James stayed silent, slowly walking towards the one who called him out as he raised his arms in surrender. Maybe if he could just get a little closer he could kill them too…

Clearly, he underestimated one thing. There was a new police officer that got nervous when he neared, shooting him in the chest and knocking him down. James' vision got blurry as he could barely make out the policemen rushing over to him, as the world darkened around him slowly.

'So this is death, huh? Hurts like a bitch. Maybe God will see what I did and send me Up? That sounds nice…'

As he closed his eyes for the final time, James Thomas Walter took his last breath.

_LINE BREAK_

The Afterlife wasn't anything James was entirely ready for. Though, is anyone truly ready for death?

James looked around the gray void around him, shivering slightly from the cold that swept through, before a bright blinding light formed in front of him. He couldn't grasp the true nature of this light, as if it was too ancient and Eldritch for his mortal mind to understand. Then, the light spoke to him.

"It seems your time has come, Child of Man. As every human being before you, you must be judged. Your sins and your good deeds will be weighed, and from there I will send you to your new eternal home."

James couldn't speak, as if something was keeping him from doing so, and he couldn't move either. Running wasn't an option then… The light stayed silent, as if it was peering into his soul, before sighing.

"Such a shame. So much potential in your life, wasted. Your misdeeds are numerous, and some, if not most of them are of the greatest sins. You pursued a path of darkness, and what did it offer you. Nothing."

James finally found his voice, hesitantly speaking up. "W-what do you mean? All I was doing was cleansing the-"

"Child, don't give me that lie. You and I both know the reason of your so called 'cleansing'." James was forced into silence with that quick response. He took a deep breath and looked at the light again.

"What does that mean for me? And who are you?"

"You know who I am child, you carry a blade that used to be holy after all." The light seemed to be somewhat amused by his question. "And sadly, due to your sins, you will be sent down to Hell."

"I… fine, do whatever you want." James crossed his arms, unhappy with his current situation, but God (if this was him) was right. He killed people and masked it under an excuse of 'cleansing'. The Boston Murderer closed his eyes, as he felt a searing heat surround him and an aura of malice overwhelmed his senses.

"Goodbye child."

_LINE BREAK_

James hit the floor quickly after falling from the sky, a bit of pain radiating from every inch of his body. Falling at terminal velocity would do that to you. Strangely though, the pain faded as quickly as it came, bones he was sure were broken from the fall were now fixed. He got up and looked around, taking in the red skies and strange buildings. He sighed, knowing he was definitely in Hell now, and there wasn't anything he could do about that now.

He looked at himself, noticing he was now strangely in a silver-gray wolf-like form, and chalked it up to this being either God's doing or just a side effect of Hell. "I wish I was back in my normal form though…" As soon as James muttered that, he felt a burning sensation go through his body as his vision blacked out briefly. When his vision returned, he was shocked to see was back in his human form but his skin was much paler than before. Thankfully he still had his clothes from Earth with him.

He walked out of the alley he fell in, scratching the back of his neck nervously, dark red-purple eyes looking around. Other people, demons he supposed, looked at him strangely. One demon especially, was getting dangerously close to him, some kind of bird-based demon? He didn't pay them too much mind, they weren't a threat. The next step James took, he found himself at… spear-point? He raised an eyebrow, still not threatened by this bird-like demon. "May I help you?"

The bird didn't seem too happy with James' sarcasm and indifference, edging the blade closer to James' neck. "You can help me by fucking off and dying!" James blinked, tilting his head, this was new.

"Oh, so you think I'll just lie down and die for you?" James quickly, effortlessly dodged the spear when it was jabbed at him, before kicking it away from the bird demon, pulling out his knife and stabbing the demon in the chest. He pulled the knife out, looking up to the rest of the demon-packed streets, where people looked at him in fear and shock.

James smirked, his bloodlust returning at full force as his eyes gave off a dark glow. "Oh fuck the hell yes."

It was that night that the Soul Demon was born.