Son Of The Shinigami

Prologue

I was born into this world in the human year of 1834 A.D. This world is different than the world which humans know. This world is nothing but darkness. The worst job in the human world is the best job on this one. And my father had it. Picture this world as an old Japan, but darker in morals, principles, and existence. There are no gangs, no robberies, but killing. Everyone kills for their own reason. But the fact remains; this world is stained with blood. The government system on this world tried to subdue the killers, but one thing remained still, the Shinigami. Nothing survived if the Shinigami came to claim them. In the human world the Shinigami has two names. Some refer to it as the Grim Reaper, others the God of Death, but we know it as one and the same, and so the Shinigami became a terror to the world, and I have this job. My father was killed when he tried to use a death ritual to free us from the cursed career. But the ritual went haywire and killed both my father and mother. I live alone. My father had become immortal to the threats of bullets and swords, meaning the only thing capable of killing him was the supernatural or as we like to call it, majutsu, or the black magic. I cannot age. I can't back down from my duty. I kill and steal souls. I am the son of the Shinigami, and now I control the space of this one man occupation. There are also beings who challenge my duty yet are thankful to have me. They call themselves the Kyuuketsuki. I don't understand why. The actual translation of the word, Vampire, is not what they are, though they could be considered as such. Instead of blood, they feast on the souls of the humans and the people of my world. They wear masks covering their faces. No one truly knows what they look like underneath. But my adventures are just beginning. So come along and join me, we'll see what conjures up into this fascinating, accursed world of mine.