his highness S-gard has requested details of kills... but anyone can kill and boast about it, i want something more intimate, more personal...

the kill you will always know because it was your first, the kill that blooded you...

human, other, assassination, self defence, it does not matter, they were the first, they will always be the first and they must be remembered with at least some honour, some pride for their worthless life started you on the path that has lead to this point...

so tell me... what did you kill, how did you kill... did you like it... the feel of their death.... did you feel power, did you feel complete... did you love the blood, the anguished squeal... or did you strike silently... mercifully, so they never knew....

tell the shadow... tell me...

CAUTION< some may find my story extremely disturbing.

it ws when iwas a lad.
only about 11 or 12.
i was on holiday with my family in the woods.
then i was playing about by myself pretending to be a hero, when two men walked along a distance away.
i took a look and saw that they were bandits.
i was a hero, after all and so i hid in ambush.
i picked up a rock and a strong stick. as the two bandits passed,
i jumped out and threw the rock at ones head.
as i threw it i realised it was my brother.
the rock was quite large and it cracked his head open. he fell to the floor and lay ther with his heads contents oozing out...

i looked over in shock. all numb and wierd. i had killed my brother. i just couldn't fathom it and os i remained in my fantasy to hide from the truth.
the other bandit was my father.
he was going to steal some innocent person though adn so i ran at him. the look on his face was one of shock and terror. he called out my name.
not s-gard, my real name. one which shall never be mentioned.
he called out as my stick ws driven into his eye.
i had not done enough though becaus the filthy bandit was still breathing. he was making funny noise and crying out "son, stop!" but his deceptions would not work on me.
i drove the stick into his other eysocket and then i proceeded to use it to destroy his throat.
the bamndits were vanquished and they would not hurt another innocent again.
i knelt over the bodies covered in their blood and looked around wide eyed. i could fel my mouth stretched into a wide grin even though i did not fel happy. i did not know what to feel.
i resorted to logic. these bandits would possibly have family. maybe a wife and children.
they would surely avenge the bandits and cause more misery. for some reaon i found that i kenew the location of them.
so i took the knife i found on one of the bandits and went to hunt them down. the older lady was first. she smiled at me as i came out of the trees and then started asking me whats wrong.
i only replied with htis " whats wrong is that you stinking bandits are still alive you scum" and then i jumped at her and started slicing at her skin. it was warm and i sliced bits off here and there. it was starting to get fun. i had picked a good game. i slicedup the rest of that pbandit while laughinfg at the fun and then i slaughtered the rest of them the little girl and the crying baby.
i then decided to stop playing the game and tried to make my way back home.
when i got home my family were not there.
i did not understand where they had gone.
i waited for a long time. then things seemed to blur out.
when ifinally remember things happening again, i was in a doctors room. he was askig me questions about what had happened.
it was then that the horror of my actions came clear to me.
i never came to terms with it.
not until many years later.
i still think about my actions and mourn my family.
it tunrs out thayt a berry i had eaten previosly had affected my judgement, but rest assured, i was never the same after that.

I remember my first kill well. I had just graduated from the ghost training program when I received the news that my parents had been killed by a crazed axe murderer that had been evading the law for almost 6 years. He would probably still be doing so if he had not made the mistake of killing my family.

I spent 3 days tracking him studying his every move. What he did in a normal day then one night I struck silently at first picking the to his house and deactivating the security system.

I tortured him at first cutting the small bit's of flesh between his fingers and toe's then pouring bleach into the wounds. Shot off his fingers one at a time then burning the stumps so he wouldn't bleed to death. Ah the sound of his screaming in agony was music to my ears.

When I finished torturing him I pulled out my combat knife and started to gut him. At first I just wanted to slit his throat and leave him but I decided a slow more painful death was far more suiting for scum like him. I started by thrusting the knife into his stomach, let the acids do some of the work for me. When I was convinced he had almost suffered enough I started to remove some of his intestinal track. I took extra care to make sure he was awake during all of this.

By the time I was finished they needed his dental records to identify him even then they had a hard time identifying him with more than half of his teeth missing.

To this day nobody found out I was the one that killed him. And to this day I've never regretted any of it.

delusion and vengeance... two very powerful weapons...

delusion... we all have our moments when what we desire is stronger than what is... it is the ability to continue that gives us strength... i must say, that sounds like a very interesting berry, your highness... perhaps one day i might barter with you for a sample... perhaps not... the world has a capricious nature... and i doubt that even you knows what lies ahead...

vengeance... ah human soldier... was their blood sweet, were their cries music to your ears. of course they were... did the unknowing world celebrate that cretins death... i trust you have kept that knife... a trophy as it were... proof of your vengeance... proof that justice is not always blind....

my first kill was for duty... i do not remember their name... i killed, they died, i was paid... duty was fulfilled... until...

but no... i will not speak of that...

is there no one here who killed for fun, for the joy of knowing that they were stronger in the ultimate way... is there no one here who's first kill was because they could, or because they just wanted to know what it felt like... the sweet caress of eternal dark, at your beck and call, yours to dispense... is there no one here who had no other choice, who would rather not have taken that life... but in the end instinct won...

is there no one here....

I remember my first kill well, It was about 3 years ago when I was up in the mountains training and 2 of my brothers enemies found me. They wanted to find out where my brother was, they hated him, they wanted to kill him.

The one with the white shirt grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. His friend with the green shirt pulled out a butchers knife and started waving it in front of me.

"Where is your brother", asked the man holding me by the throat. I looked at him right in the eyes and laughed. I pulled my arm back and threw a punch. I hit him right in the nose, breaking it and knocking him to the ground.

He was on the ground, in a blood puddle holding his nose. His friend stood back not moving or looking at me.

As the man that I punched started getting back up, i grabbed a big stick and hit him in the side of the face with it. He fell to the ground once more and i grabbed his head and drove my knee into his face.

The front of his face splattered with blood and he dropped dead. I looked over at his friend who started walking towards me with the knife.

He jumped at me with the knife pointing towards my left eye. I grabbed his wrist and pushed it backwards, breaking it. I grabbed the knife from him and stuck half of it through his right eye. I pulled it out and then started stabbing him in the stomach and once I made a big enough wound, I stuck my hand through pulling out his heart.

Suprisingly he was still on his feet, but dead. I made one last move, which was a punch to his mouth... making him fall.

The next part I enjoyed because i dropped his heart on the ground and stepped on it. The crunching noise was beautiful.

Ever since then, I've been spending my time in cold and dark areas, waiting to encounter my next victim.

I have never had a chance to kill a human. I've lived to far away from them till now.
but I've taken on my fair share of Trolls and a Harpy.

I was young when I killed my first Troll. which happend to be my first kill in a human form two, it was really hard what with only having to legs to work with but I had a lot of training with my Gunsen. It comes in quite handy.

My first kill...

My first kill was done in the service of my former masters, back when I still had my original name. One of the disloyal servants had attempted to kill one of those who were still loyal.

I stepped up behind him, careful to move silently so that he would not know that his life was now in my hands. My claws tore out his throat, and a blast of energy gutted him before he could make his next move. I took something else from him that day, but I'll not speak of it here. Here or anywhere, so don't bother to ask.

Oh, a challenge! To find out your past. Although here it doesn't matter. You will find many like yourself and you will know how precious but also how weak the past is.

My first kill... You have to sacrifice something when you summon something for the first time. The more valuable the sacrifice, the more powerful the summon. Death isn't the only sacrifice though, and I had managed to avoid such sacrifice until... that time... that time is dark for all the land. My first kill was my master, not through intent, not through desire but through my inaction.

It is not a chalenge, it is merely a warning. I will not tolerate inquries into my history. I have made it a point to dissasociate from who I was.

Hahaha! You misunderstand me, young one. If I wish to know, I will know. You have no defences which could stand against me. But I enjoy a challenge, especially with one so... reticent.

Oh? and you think that I would not have my own means of defense? My mind is my own, I'll not have my secrets exposed by just anyone.

CAUTION <⩻ some may find my story disturbing.

Its a darker side of my life.

I was under command of the almighty yet callus Ruler who's name shall not be mentioned.

It was my first time out as a warrior as I was just appointed leader of the Underworld Seige Group. We were sent in to take back an area which had been overrun by demi-mortals near the southern bracket.

We invaded with no remorse, ripping our way through the savages, leaving no traces of their existance.

It was during this invasion I made my first kill. smearing this helpless demi-mortals blood all over the place, ripping and tearing away to take all of my bottled up oppression out on something.

After the invasion, all that was noticable was the blood stains on the ground and close by buildings.

The killing yearned me for more, more to help release the bottled up oppression . . .

How interesting; another who almost seems like myself. Did your former master betray you, I wonder? Or did you betray him to prevent such a thing?

that battle seems rather... unfocused... was there a purpose to such killing? did your master gain much from this or merely the disregard of others...? the regard of others is cheap i know but short of slaughtering whole worlds it is the way which our master's gain favour. although the killing of worlds is sometimes necessary one must be supremely confident before that happens for such destruction always seems to attract the wrath of the insignificants who would stand in your way and that can be bothersome.

My first kill was memorable. To them, I was a failed experiment, but to others I was known as Omega.

My masters feared the abominations known as guyver. I was meant to be an evolution of said torturer. Turns out they had there evolution. I controlled my actions and summoned my blades, none in the area were safe from my wrath.

Some of my master's helpers were headless, gutless, or heartless as I made my way to my main objective- To kill the man who made me like this. To kill the monster that made a guyver without a Control Medal.

Hearing his pleas of forgiveness and offers of money made me stall for a second but it had the desired the effect. The fool let his guard down.

My blades have never sung louder than that day. Cutting through his arms and legs, making sure he lives through the experience. I sensed something flying away at that time but didn't think of it. I just loved cutting of all of the monster's appendages and any loose pieces of flesh.

As it turned night, the planet I was born on was empty of life, safe for my own. I basked in the glory of the bloodshed and decided on my next course of action.

Make this universe fear my name!

another who seeks to kill without remorse... yet one created for a purpose... and another guyver of a type.... interesting... i find it surpising that a race capable of producing such guyvers seem to have seemingly difficulty in controlling them... mayhap they had your shut down planned..?

this place though... you will find many who share similar goals... i am shadow... ruling is not what i desire but i do enjoy the struggles of those who attempt that... it is my purpose to aide my purpose to protect, to fight... we might be allied, we might fight... i look forward to the day.

We all have our purpouse, it seems. Mine is to serve. I have no master now, but I am looking. Perhaps it will be you, I do not know.

The invasion was part of destroying a plot to kill our Ruler. There were rumours of protestors and a large scale attack as the one who kills the Ruler becomes the new leader of all.

The oppression was brought on because of years of suffering, constant pain from the transformations from human . . . . to otherwise.

I left the Rulers side and I never want to return to such torture. From now on I am my own master and will destroy anyone and anything that gets in the way of my quest for true meaning and fate.

I will lead, but will never be led again . . .