The man had no idea of how he got here, or where he came from. For him his existence began a mire 9 months ago, when he awoke cold and miserable in a wet cold marshy swamp. Naked weaponless he Began to roam this dark wicked land he called Hades, for surely it Wasnt Hell, it was just to damn cold and dank to be Hell.Starving eating whatever he could lay his hands on, he thought he would end this new life as fast as he had come into it. It was three days later that the Stallion had found him. Fully saddled with strange Provisions and moreimportantly, clothing and yes armor and a sword and battle-ax. The clothing fit him as though made for him, and the armor conformed to his muscular body as though it were a living entity. After their first encounter with the strange creatures that inhabited this Strange world he named his mount Pain Giver for it was a battle horse and fought like a demon. He also learned something about himself in that first encounter with the wolf man creatures, he not only could use the Sword, he welded it as if it were an extension of him, and once more he relished the feel of battle; he knew fear, but only as a means to fuel his blood lust. To the denizens of this hellish world he soon became Known as Dark Heart The slayer, and to the man the name felt right as Though it had always been his. One he venomously earned. He missed Only one thing, he had never seen another human, it was as though he Were the only one of his breed on this nightmarish land, and he knew loneliness and that fueled his anger, and anger served to fuel his blood-Lust. And so the circle continued.