“The King of Hell calls the roll, the Gates of Hell swing wide. A hundred ghosts roam the night, and souls come forth.”
When I was ten, the King of Hell called my name.
But I became the Crown Prince of the Underworld, walking among the living as its representative and setting out to repay my yin merit.
With a hundred thousand yin merits to my name, I was invincible from birth.
The Twelve Laws, unleashed in a barrage...
The Crown Prince’s sword drawn, and ten thousand ghosts weeping...
The mystic robe of ghostly patterns, impervious to every art...
A breeze that dispels evil, feared by gods and demons alike...
The Hundred Ghosts Scroll appears, and every last one is enlisted...
Until one day... that fissure appeared...
I awakened my true demon form
