The earth was swelling with primordial rage as the waters below churned up with swell. The meeting of fire and lightning would take place this day. This was the day that the demons would rise from the ground to take their place under the sun. Ugly and full of malice, these abominations would ruin the earth. Planting seeds of greed and hate in the hearts of men, forcing brother to hate brother, the demons had their fun with toying of mortals.
One mortal would not stand for this corruption and pain. A warrior would rise from the spewing mesh and he was no ordinary man. Lightning surged through the air as he woke. When he breathed, the very air around him crackled with power. He was the avenger of mankind and no more could he take the mischief of these vile demons. This man's name was Thunderer. No one knows how Thunderer was born, but there have been claims. One person would say that he was struck by lightning while playing in the trees. Another would say that he fell from the sky. Some would say that he found inside the womb of an electric eel. There have even been some who believed that he was the spirit of lightning put into the form of man.
Whatever the origin of his birth or power, it did not matter. Thunderer, with his mighty fists of rage came upon the demons. His battle axe was raised high above them as he slew them. None of these demons could match the Thunderer. With his helmet baring mighty horns and his long braided beard trailing from his chin, the Thunderer smashed his opponents upon stones of obsidian magma.
Indeed the demons had no defense against Thunder's might, but they did have other weapons. A demoness, by the name of Marisha would come upon the Thunderer. Though Marisha was not a powerful demon, the Thunderer was still a mortal man. All mortal men have a weakness and Marisha knew this weakness very well. Lightning would stop and the clouds would be silenced. The Thunderer was stopped in his tracks upon the sight of Marisha.
She had bought the mighty Thunderer to his knees with her seduction, stripping him of his pride. The Thunderer was a prisoner of his own lusts and it made him ill inside. He could not stop the demoness, for he was just meat to him. The Thunderer's battle axe clattered upon the floor. His helmet was discarded. No longer was he great warrior, but a man belittled.
When the great Thanes heard of the Thunderers plight, they loaded their ships and set off. Sven Rockish, Bulzan the Beater, and Vendias the Pillagers came to help their friend the Thunderer. Four hundred mighty Nordic warriors with spears and battle axes came raging to the homes of the demons. Berzerkers carrying weapons, came blazing to the homes of the demons.
To a rocky volcano, the Thanes and their men ran out of their ships. Warriors with great prowess and fire rose from the boats. These mortal men faced off against demons of the worst sort. Ogres from distant lands and dragons from the frosty mountains pummeled the men with elemental blasts. The warriors still pushed on, in the name of Thunderer.
They hacked and slashed with their battle axes as their chain mail gave way. Filled with berserker rage, they roared for more battle. These were not ordinary warriors. They enjoyed battle, they loved battle and the only death that would suit them would be a death in battle. Never had the demons encountered such powerful warriors and they were impressed. In the end it was a fruitless struggle, for what could mere men do to such powerful forces. In the final moment of their lives, the three Thanes cried out to the Thunderer.
The Thunderer ripped his lips from the demoness and saw his friends being slaughtered. They were dying for him and he was filled with shame. Marisha tried to seduce him once more, but it failed. The sight of his brethren being slaughtered had bought the Thunderer back to his senses. His courage and strength had final returned to his blood. He knew in his heart that he would be slave no more, for he was the Thunderer.
For nine days, Thunderer and Marisha battled. Then the demoness was caught unaware and a fist that held lightning struck her in the jaw. The demoness fell to the ground. The Thunderer raised his battle axe to finally slay her, but he found that he was unable. He saw into her womb and to his horror, he saw life. He saw his son's heart beating within her.
"I shall not slay you fiend, for you carry my child. Know it well, that child is the only reason that I let you live. I am the Thunderer and it fills me with rage that I should let you live. Nay, I shall not slay you or your child." With tears filling his eyes the Thunderer left the creature on the mountain. The child would later be born in the distant lands of Japan. His name would be Jinpach, Son of the Thunderer. A good child forever haunted by his demonic blood.
The son of the Thunderer would grow strong. His name was known far and wide. He was a great warrior, like the father he never knew. Not knowing either of his parents, Jinpachi tried to make his own life. He fell in love and had a son. He wanted to be a good father, but his demon blood would ruin things for him. Jinpachi was cruel to his son, Heihachi. It would not be long before the evil of his grandmother infected Heihachi as well. Though he had no demonic powers, Heihachi buried his own father beneath a mountain.
Pretty soon Heihachi had a son named Kazuya and Kazuya had the demon blood as well. From his blood came two other warriors. One was made while the other was born in the vilest of acts. Steve Fox and Jin Kazama were born and they too would be heirs to a legacy of battle. Steve Fox would bear the face of the Thunderer and Jin Kazama would wield the demonic powers of both parents. Alas, Steve has yet to prove his abilities. Both children were blessed with scars that that proved their unholy heritage. The thunder and fire in their souls would always be at war. As for Thunderer, he died of old age, but he watches over in his descendants and he is indeed filled with pain.