--Prologue: Pretium peccati mors est--

The world is awash in blood and disease. It is a foul existence, a perpetual muck that is staining the formerly pristine surface of a perfect universe. The world was not created to become dirty and disused, like the disgusting little creatures that inhabit this cesspool of a planet.

Humans are a failed experiment, on the whole. They gave up their right to live on this planet when they fell from grace and turned this Paradise into a Hell. Once beautiful and complete beings, now they only live to slaughter and conquer one another. How can a single race claim to be superior to members of the very same race? Funny they claim to be better than the animals they hunt and destroy, when in truth they have become something far, far worse.

Demons wearing human skins walk amongst the population, sowing seeds of dissention and fueling the darkness looming in the very souls of Man. They must be punished, and this world must be cleansed of its collected filth. There will be One who will lead this cleansing, to usher forth a new era of purity and redemption. He will wipe this world clean with His hands and His blood.

He will save us all.

(Translation: The price of sin is death)