In a far off land where pink velvet petals bloom are stained crimson through war, death is surely to follow. And death, is no stranger to the Demonic Shogun.

Once an honorable samurai who waged combat with a trusty katana, always sought means to be the most skilled and powerful warrior of his land, to be sure he could never be bested in combat until he met old age. Unless he could remain immortal.

His quest for skill, power, and immortality led him to a demon. This entity promised him all that he sought, in return, he must wear a crimson mask with jutting teeth and black horns. The mask, appeared similar to that of the demonic creature the samurai spoke to, but the warrior had doubt and he knew of the tricks demons toy with mortals.

The samurai sternly said to the demon, "You lie trickster, your kind seek only to benefit your own gain". But the entity cackled a raspy and wheezing laugh, "Foolish mortal, my deal is simple. Wear the mask and slay in my name, as long as you dawn the mask upon your face, you will have limitless vigor, strength, and skill".

The words hissed in the ears of the samurai like a snake, an enticing offer that he could not refuse, everything he wanted just to simply wear a mask. Eager, he agreed to this demon, but he will only wear it when killing.

Battle soon followed, an of course the samurai dawned the mask, he could feel energy hum throughout his body and new life flourished in his veins. But for some reason, the warrior did not desire his katana. Instead, he took an axe...

Despite the heavy cleaving weapon, the warrior slew many foes. Each battle he bested, and soon he became to be known as the butcher. The mask was like a drug to the warrior, each time he wore it to battle, the harder it was to resist taking it off, it whispered to him, "keep me on".

The addiction of power and sweet honeyed words enticed him, he began wearing the mask indefinitely. But as time progressed as he wore the mask, he grew blood thirsty and angry, no longer himself. His reflection was that of the demon he made a deal with. Tragedy soon bestowed the samurai, for he quickly grabbed the axe, and went on a murderous rampage through out his village and others, and into the capital city.

A monk residing in the city knew exactly what had overcame the warrior, as he violently massacred hundreds, but it was too late to reverse the damage and the effects. And due to the warrior dawning the mask, no mortal could slay him. So he was banished, to another realm or place, never to be seen again.

Until now...