It was quiet in the lowly French village off the coast of the atlantic ocean. It was a place of rural devolpment, the most advanced piece of technology being the windmills on the hills of this village. However, this silence was not normal, and was actually quite unusal, as was something that was different about the town. At the center of the village, there was a mound of bodies, all of which belonging to the residents of this fine area. There was one single little boy left, who was crying, who had been left as an example to the surrounding village, this boy was Desmund Diablon, better known to most as Venge.
This was in 1308, a time when the occult was very high in action. This had been an attack, one of many, done by the werewolves, who had just gained a grasp on the land. Venge never forgot who had strucken his childhood with this loss, nor had he forgotten the village. Which, was actually rebuilt upon, many years later, around the yeat 1638. Since then it has steadily been increasing, and is now a fairly decent sized town. It, was, until Venge found out people had inhabited this area, and then killed them, around 1920. It has, ever since then, been a barren area, a memento to his past.

Samuel Le Croix was a successful businessman in Manhattan, who had done quite well for himself. He was on top of the world, as they said in the buisness world. Something about his past not everyone knew though, he was a lycanthrope, well, used to be one, now he only reaps the benefits from the mutation to his DNA.

Samuel was sitting at his desk, in his usual fasion, when a shriek was heard outside his office. The door to his office was then kicked open, by none other then Venge, his hands in his pockets, a look of pure disgust on his face. The secretary for Samuel came up behind Venge, who was a whoping 6'4, and adressed him. "Sir, sir, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Venge looked back to the girl, and grabbed her neck, lifting her up. He threw her at her desk, breaking it. He looked back to Samuel, and stepped forward, raising his right hand up from his pocket.

"There's something I learned about you recently." He said, raising his hand to the wall, he cocked his elbow back, and slammed it forward, as he did a circle of energy formed in the wall, the surround of it purple, the inside, a gigantic swirl of energy. Venge looked to Le Croix, and then in a blink of an eye, was right beside him. Venge grabbed Samuel by his shit collar, and picked him up, tossing him into the hole.

Venge jumped the hole, which would take them to a mediocre sized french village off the coast of the Atlantic. Nurse Katsu was sitting off on the porch of a near house, which was a wooden white one, broken down. She came up to Venge, looking concerned.

"Are you alright?" She said, touching his back and going around to the front of him, to look into his eyes. He looked back to her, and pushed her out of his way, "I'm fine, now stay back." He said, and with that she scooted back, though not that she really wanted to.

Venge scowled, "You were a lycanthrope once," he said, "I hate, lycanthropes."He pulled out his sword, pointing it at Samuel, "Your blood will be spilled here." He said, slaming his sword into the ground. "Since you are my friend still, however, I'll let you choose the weaponry and the stakes."

Venge crossed his arms and looked at Samuel, "Besides, we never got to duel before. This just makes me more inclined to go all out." Venge said, waiting for his response.