My hatred for myself and life consumes me. I am the last remaining Demon Fighter. Men and Women have used dark magic to purify the water, we were fine with whiskey. But now those Demons I swore to fight are back. Hungry for the Heart of Steel that lives in every fighter, by the use of magic. I understand I have to explain. And that’s what I’ll do. My name is Jaik Kueye. And I’m the flipping Devil....

I stare at the things in red suits that scan my ship. “Alien or Human?” I murmur.

“Well it seems that they’re humanoid. So we know that much.” A voice says from the side of me, Sighing.

“Yes, yes I know Mark.”

Trudging along through my ship, Screams pierce through the air, coming from outside.

“Wait, a minute…I don’t know anyone named Mark” My minds eye realizes.

“Crap.” A rather large weight ...