The sun was setting over the kingdom of Aelia, it's beautiful rays reflecting off the mirrored towers of the beautiful castle. It was a beautiful day, at least near the castle.

Not three miles from the castle, on the west out skirts of the small capital city, the skies became dim, over cast, and rain was pounding the area. The clouds had seemed to come out of nowhere, and they had seemed to be staying in the same place for a long while. As if they were following something...

He walked into the bar. It had been raining outside, but he wasn't the least bit wet. He wore a long black leather trench coat, that came down to the ground around his feet. He wore a pair of baggy black pants, and a black sleeves muscle shirt that was tight against his skin. He wore a small, double-barreled revolver on his side. It was rare occasion to see a gun, being such a new invention; much less a revolver with two barrels. His hair was jet black, shining in the lights of the bar.

He walked toward the bar, his stride firm and strong. Everyone in the bar shivered as he passed, or looked at him, mystified. He sat down when he reached the bar, and looked at the bartender, his eyes seeming to pierce through him rather than at him. The bartender started to say something to the new comer, then felt a since of knowing. Knowing this new stranger, and who he was, and what he stood for.

"What 'ill it be, son?" The bartender asked. The bartender was slightly graying at the sides of his hair, but for the most part, he looked to be no older then a man of 35.

The man looked up at the bartender, his eyes piercing through the bartenders. The bartender knew it then. That feeling. He knew he was as good as dead.

"What's the strongest stuff ya got?" The man asked, firmly content on a drink.

"Aelia Choco Wine," The man stated with a grin of pride. "Vintage 18 AC. Know man's ever survived more then 5 shot glasses."

"Give me some." The young man at the bar said, his voice not wavering. He looked beside him as the bartender searched under the counter. Beside him was a young man, no more than 18 years of age. He thought he might have a served in the Aelia Royal Army if he lived long enough... if...

"Here it is," The bartender said, producing a bottle of blood red liquid. "This is my baby. Best vintage I have. You have the money for this?"

The young man reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small cloth bag, two tie strings holding it tight. He placed two fingers into the bag, and the strings opened. The young man pulled out some money and threw it on the counter.

"5000 Gil!" The bartender exclaimed. That was more than weeks pay. "I don't think it'll cost ya that much, son."

"Trust me." The young man said, bringing his piercing gaze up again. "It will."

This last was said with such certainty that the bartender took another look at the Gil on the counter. It was much more than a months pay. He thought on it for a second, then reached back under the counter, switching the bottle with another.

"Aelia Choco Wine. Vintage 16 AC," The bartender pulled a shot glass off the rack behind him, wiped it out with a rag, then filled it to the brim. "I usually save that for myself. I'm lucky to have this bottle."

"I want more than that," The young man said with a small grin. "I'm not a child, you see. I am a man."

"Finish off that one, and I'll pour you another." The bartender had some backbone, the young man had admitted to himself at that time. What a waste it was going to be. The young man shot up in a flash, grabbing the bartenders collar and lifting him a little off the ground with one hand.

"If you value your life, you will give me something of a little more volume," the young man said, voice never wavering. "Like that mug there," He said, motioning with a nod to one of the largest mugs on the rack. He reached in his coat with his free hand, and pulled out some more gil. He took the gill and threw it on the counter. "15000 gil. Take it... or lose your life..."

The bartender looked down at the money. He figured that if this guy drunk as much of this as he planned on, he'd be dead in ten minutes. Then the bartender could take the money and run.

"Okay." The bartender said in a struggled voice. "Just put me down!"

The young man dropped the large bartender to his feet. He sat back in his normal position, and leered over at the younger man beside him. The boy was obviously frightened, and when their eyes met, he quickly jerked his own gaze away.

"That'll be what ya wanted," The bartender said nervously. He was about over his fear of what this man was. He seemed ordinary enough. He was an average man.

"Thank you, sir."

See there. He was even polite about it. But the man's relief soon turned to full horror as he saw the young man at the bar lift the mug, begin drinking the wine, and not even squinting. He put the mug back on the bar. Empty.

"What kinda person are you, son!" The bartender shrieked with an obvious amount of terror. "Who in blazes are you! What are you!"

The young man had stood up from the bar to leave, his back to the man. He turned back to look at the man behind the bar, he deadly gaze piercing a new sense of fear into the man. He had the eyes of a dead man.

"I have no name," He said, "But if you must call me something, call me Raven-Chan." The bartender stood there, frozen in the man's gaze. "You won't be seeing me again any time soon, so get that sour, worried look off your face."

The young man, Raven-Chan, walked away from the bar. The bartender was glad to see him going, too. If only the other, younger man at the bar, had known what was best for him and kept his mouth shut.

"Hey, man!" He called to the stranger that was walking away. "What's with you, man!"

Raven-Chan turned around, his gaze swinging around toward the bar. As it did, his coat wavered out, ever so slightly, but still enough to catch the drink on the table near him. As he took his first step back toward the bar, his coat swiped it drink off the table, and onto the boots of the man who was drinking it.

"What the hell!" The man hollered as the drink poured onto his boots. He jumped up from his seat, and grabbed the sturdy looking Raven by the collar, and, straining, lifted him a few inches off the ground. Raven-Chan stared down into the man's face, and brought the piercing gaze steady with the man's eyes.

Raven-Chan was looking down into the face of an older man, perhaps 35, who was possible a foot taller than he was. The man had a scruffy beard and mustache, and wore the clothes of a carpenter. He smelled of heavy drinking. He had obviously been playing a game of Magi Master with a fellow carpenter. He had to expectant on-lookers of the game, also carpenters.

"These are new boots!" The man hollered up to Raven-Chan's face. "They cost me over 1000 Gil! Now, if you ain't got that much on ya, at least that much on ya, your goin' be payin' with your ass, boy!"

Raven-Chan stared down into the eyes of the man holding him. And the man saw a look there that he had never seen. And It scared him. Raven-Chan calmly brought his hands upward, and before the man could react, they were clinched tight on his own forearms. They had pierced through the coat, and his skin, and there was blood running, fresh and red. In the next instant, he felt an intense pain shot through his forearms, as they were cracked in half. He let go of Raven-Chan, who, rather than falling, floated in mid-air, and gently let himself down. He then grabbed the man by his neck with his left hand, and squeezing it tightly, lifted him off his feet.

"That was a very unwise decision." Raven-Chan said as he looked down at Raven-Chan. his friends were stirring now, ready to jump Raven-Chan. No worry. He would kill them as well.

"Who are you?" The man asked in a choked voice. He was scared, and this only made Raven-Chan stronger. His eyes glowed a more brilliant, piercing blue.

Raven-Chan held his right hand out by his side, and blue-black energy swirled around it. it looked mostly black in the pubs dim light. "Me?" Raven-Chan asked as the energy formed into a solid gun-blade in his hand, an even more precious item then the hand gun at his side. "I'm Raven-Chan!" And with that, he thrust the sword through the mans stomach.

His blood only came out of his mouth as he coughed madly, shredding his lungs more. Then the gun-blade came out, and the blood flowed, and Raven-Chan dropped the body to the floor. The man's friends were now coming down upon Raven-Chan. Two wielded broad swords, and another had a pistol. The gun fired, and the bullet hit Raven-Chan's gun-blade, snapping back off of it with sparks, and then lodging in the man's head. The two with swords were dealt with quickly, a sword fight that could not hope to be won by them. Both of they're head's rolled.

The last man was just standing there, eyes closed, head bowed. Sweat beads of concentration ran down his face.

"What are you doing?" Raven-Chan asked. "Saying your last prayers before you die?" Of course, Raven-Chan knew the obvious answer. This guy had some magic skills on him. But not quite enough.

"Take this!" The man hollered at Raven-Chan. Raven-Chan made no attemp to dodge the ball of dark energy hurtling toward him (although he most certainly could have.) As the ball of energy hit him, I dark explosion filled that corner of the room. Mugs shattered, beer went everywhere, and playing cards ended up on the floor. There was no way a man could have survived that blast.

"I killed the sorry bastard!" The man exclaimed with joy. Then the smoke cleared, and to the man's horror, Raven-Chan was standing there, looking down at a small burn in his trench coat.

"You sorry Bastard!" Raven-Chan said, not quite hollering, but loud enough for all to hear. "You put a burn on my favorite trench coat... Your payin' for that one with your ass... "

Raven-Chan jumped off of his feet, letting himself go backwards a few feet, as he threw his trench coat to the floor. He let himself float as he crossed his arms across his chest. A dark light swirled around him as he stayed, suspended in the air. His shirt ripped off from the back, as two huge, black angel wings appeared on his back. He let himself recoil a little, then brought his gun blade down with his arms, and let his great wings unfold.

"It's one of those freaks!" A man exclaimed from the back of the bar. "Let's kill 'em! We can all take him!"

It was a little to late for the man who had burned Raven-Chan's coat. Everyone walked as a ball of energy gathered in Raven-Chan's hand. He shot the energy out in a lance, and impaled the man with the dark energy. It hit the man's chest, and as it went through, It ruptured his heart, lungs, and stomach, and they all exploded in one mess.

Now the angry men of the bar were going up on Raven-Chan when this happened, and the first of the would be 'freak-killers' was stopped dead by the cold steel off a gun-blade. Raven-Chan killed two more before he came into the bar.

His hair was as dark as that of Raven-Chan's, but much less spiked, and it was worn back in a bunch at the end where it came down over his neck. His eyes were solid black, dead and cold. He wore a a skin tight shirt, it's sleeves residing to gauntlet hands. He wore a pair of black pants and black combat boots. He had suggest Raven-Chan not start anything. He had waited for Raven-Chan outside, but when he heard the gun shots, he had thought it was probably best to check in and make the fight as brief as possible.

He bent his knees a little outward, and to the outside. He put elbows by his side, fist straight out. He let out a roar as Black flames of energy roared up around him. His holler lowered in volume. The energy was radiating from him. The holler brought men to their knees. The clutched their ears as their blood poured out. Raven-Chan gave him a sour look.

Your ruining the party! Raven-Chan said to his friend, through a means of telepathy.

I want to get out of here... His friend replied. We are still on the run Raven-Chan...

Man Kamui! Raven-Chan protested. You ruin everything! Well... so much for my fun today...

The holler deepened more as Kamui's power increased. The men were bleeding from their ears and eyes, and most of them were felling their hearts bust inside of them. Not very pleasant.

The roar shook the structure of the bar, and soon, everything collapsed, and the cloud of dust rose over everything. The only two figures standing were Raven-Chan and Kamui. The rest lied dead under the rubble. Raven-Chan's wings were gone, and he now had his goat and shirt back on.

"Come on," Raven-Chan said to Kamui. "We have to go find Neo and Carmilla..."

With this, Raven-Chan put the index and middle finger of his right hand up to his forehead. Dark flames flashed around him, then he disappeared. He reappeared in the air, and began to fly west, toward the sunset.

Kamui join him shortly after.