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Zilo had been walking quiet some time after the incident at the bar. The question the cold stare that the girl he liked Akasha or the devil as they called her in the worlds of demons. He thought he loved this girl he gave his one precious thing to her. His first kiss his virtue and other things. He even let his heart open back up to girls only to get that stare. Yes that one stare of death the stare that told him to fuck off and not to come back. That was the stare that he was given when he asked a simple question on whether or not she had thought about giving up the position of the devil. He knew it wasn't his place to ask nor did he see it was fit for him to ask but her to give him that stare and making the door reappear made him lose it. He had traveled all the way to the town where those miners where brutally murdered.

He stood there and cursed to himself he had come here of all places. Where there had to be death around and lost souls who mourned. There was no such things as gods or demons. No there was betrayers of hate and misfortune. Sure he was thinking all of this but he really didn't want to rethink anything he was saying. What he needed was to be far away from where he meet the devil. That girl still haunted him all the way out here with that stare of his. He screamed out in anger enough to scare away all the birds. He started to take his club out and hitting away at the rocks that buried the mine. One by one the rocks exploded his strikes getting more precise. The more he hit the angrier he became. This is why he was the berserker of the Kross family this is why he we the mercenary of death. He finally stopped swinging for a moment thinking. Just thinking why.

He had just given the girl his only virtue he had and then she tells him to get out of there with that stare and not to come back so he didn't. Maybe his mother was right maybe he wasn't suppose to have a happy life. Maybe he was the bringer of despair that's what he had come down too. That he wasn't man nor angel. Nor was he a demon he was despair and that's how he felt. He smiled to himself that's right no love. No forgiveness death was the only thinking ticking in his mind. And that was to kill anything he saw. It started with the angels around trying to help out the souls from underneath the rocks. Then the demons that where trying to eat the souls. The humans he left alone. He battled on for hours against the angels and demons.

Before night fall there was hundreds of demons and angels laying at his feet. He was breathing he still felt the anger he had before. It wasn't satisfied why? Well there was only one reason why. Killing these people meant nothing to him these angels and demons meant absolutely nothing to him. Sure it felt good getting some anger out but this wasn't the answer that he was looking for there had to be something. He stood there and saw more demons rising to avenge their fallen comrades and more angels swooping down to help theirs. He battled on for hours before finally dropping down the demons bodies going back to hell. The angel bodies going back to heaven. He still didn't feel satisfied even after the fighting.

He turned back around and looked at the small cave behind him where the souls where trapped maybe he would put his club to use. He struck the rocks all day. Noon had passed humans walked by and saw the strange man working and not ending hitting and smashing the rocks away. Maybe....just maybe what he was looking for was freeing these souls sending them to heaven. After about five more hours he had one soul come out he smiled and put the cross to its forehead sending it to heaven. He stood there unsure of what to do next he turned around and saw sun down. He pulled out a water canister and some food and began to eat what he had on him. Sending the soul back made him feel a little better but he was still craving something. He enjoyed killing the demons more then anything. He looked up at the sky and sighed.

He looked around and began walking towards the small town he needed something something to get his mind off of this one way ticket of hell. He needed a job for a merc. A job for someone of the Kross family he found several jobs. There was one for a guy named Reiko that had a nice pay on his head. Then he saw one of Akasha the Devil with a bounty of five billion yen on her head. So much for the head of the devil. He continued to look. He decided that none of them would be worth his time besides that Reiko guy. So he started out searching for him. Three million yen on his head. That would be enough to drink away this pain he was feeling maybe. All he had to do was find this guy and take him out and take back his head for the pay. But for some reason he looked at the picture again.

If he did find this guy would he be able to bring himself to kill him. Looking back at the board he saw himself sitting there in a picture that the police had taken with him and Akasha. He ripped the picture down and growled. Why must she be everywhere he goes why must she continue to fuel his rage. Why just why! He said to himself thinking. He continued to walk out side of the town unsure of himself now. He didn't know why. He had been the berserker a man without heart and he let one girl in again and he made a mistake of letting the Devil back into his heart he was pissed. He couldn't get it out of his head why he had done that.

Zilo turned around as a guy poked him on the shoulder smiling. He spoke to Zilo. "Hey you got a nice reward on your head boy. If you don't mind dieing real quick we will end your suffering soon eno--" Before he could finish his sentence Zilo fist struck him in the face. His giant club whacking him across the room he stood there. "I am the berserker because of my strength, you think I would just let you kill me?" He asked the man that he had just broken his neck he walked over to the bar keeper and spoke softly. "What has this Reiko person done to anyone that hes on there for?" He asked nearly in a demanding voice. The bar keeper gulped a little bit. "He killed man that belonged to a gang and they want the bounty on his head." Zilo looked at the man and sighed.

He started to walk the other way unsure as to what he was going to do. There wasn't a single bounty that help his interest nor did he really care to go for them. Sure the Devil had a bounty on her head but he wasn't about to go after her, and the demons no instead he was going to go away for a little while. He needed a break he needed someone to think to talk to he didn't care who the hell it was but he needed someone. He thought he needed some time to cool off. He heard about a place here in the mining town that he could rest. He decided it would be a good idea to go there.

He walked up to the top of the mining fields and saw that there was a small place that seemed that he could just relax and not worry about anything. He sat down and looked out at the village and seeing everything. Even the sun setting. He sighed it was peaceful and it cleared his mind but what was there? There wasn't anything that completely made his mind forget nothing at all. He couldn't place his finger on it. That one thing just sat there on the tip of his mind. That stare she had given him. That damn stare that told him to get out. And he didn't hesitate to get out and didn't see any reason to hesitate she made it to where she wanted him to walk out.