Name: Damion 'Albius' Koizumi
Age: Lost count after 1,000 years. (Body Age: Forever 22)
Race: Human, Temporary Immortality (Cursed)
Occupation: (Master) Keyblade Wielder, Traveler
History: (From Damion's Notes.)
"When I was born, my parents sold me to pay off a debt. I never knew the extent of their debt. Instead of working honestly, they sacrificed me so they could be free. I don't even know their faces...not at all.
I was sold to a mercenary group that directly worked under the king in my world. From the day I was born till about 12 years old, I was tortured by everything imaginable. Made to fight, made to kill, to inflict pain...for the highest price. Those people shaped me into a weapon to use to make money.
For a long time I did. I killed so many people, it didn't matter if they were innocent or not. I had no concept of morality, I was an emotionless killing machine. I killed thousands of people in just a few years. That was until I was defeated by a woman I can no longer recall the name of...she herself was using a strange power, a keyblade wielder.
I should've saw it for what it was, a sign of what my life was going to be like after I lost for the first time. It's funny...I don't know what it was she saw in me to not kill me but apparently I was worth it despite there were so many children besides me going through the same thing.
Instead of killing me, she taught me everything. My sins, what I've done, who I done it to, and the concepts of morality...of feelings. It was from there, my mind became racked with guilt. Of true remorse of what I've done even if I wasn't conscious of my actions. And with that, I killed all of those mercenaries by my hand alone. I set those slaves, the kids, everyone who suffered by the hands of them, free.
It...just wasn't enough to atone for what I've done. Nowhere near close enough. Killing more wouldn't bring back those people. Nothing would...I was stuck. No choice but to look for another way to save my damned soul.
Then one night while I was living among the forest, I heard alarms going off while I was trying to sleep. I panicked, I didn't know what was going on. The unthinkable happened. Invaders from another world came, I didn't know what they were nor who they were. As far as I understand it now, the misery and death in my world was at an all time high. No doubt I contributed to some of that.
None of us...we didn't stand a chance. They overran us. They hunted us down like dogs. None was spared...not even children. I felt as if this was my fault. None of this happened before I was born. So I did everything to try to help...everything I could. I killed so many of those invaders, I found out later they were called Heartless. It didn't matter, they soon outnumbered people until it was just me and the one who defeated me left.
We ran as fast as we possibly could. To the highest peak of the kingdom I was a part of. We fought all the way there, we tried saving who we could on the way...it didn't help. They couldn't escape and pretty soon we were on the last place that was safe. Not that it soon would be...
Me and the woman who taught me what she did was the last two people left in my world. I was ready to give my life to save her...not that I knew how but considering what I've done, death was not something I was afraid of but instead she told me, she wasn't a normal person. That, if her life was snuffed out, her father...a heavenly being would retrieve her immortal soul.
She wanted to save my life...to give me a second chance. High on that mountain as those creatures of darkness was clawing their way to us. She told me...to kill her. I refused. I didn't want to take another life. I had taken too many lives already. She wouldn't have it. It was this or I'd be consigned to Hell. I should've...fought harder on this but she beat me, again. She made me kill her. It...should've been me. I had to watch as the light left her eyes. Then...silence.
Right when I was crying over her body. A hand was planted on my left shoulder. A spirit, a principal, an angel...no, he was more than that. He said nothing to me...he calmly took his daughter's body as was ready to leave. I didn't want it to end this way. I couldn't let it end that way. She gave up her life so mine could be saved...even though I argued with her I should've died instead.
I sat there...I pleaded with her father. I didn't care how pathetic I looked. I wanted nothing...I didn't care what I had to take on. What shackles I had to wear. As long as I could've saved the souls of those I killed...those I failed to save. I owe it to his daughter, the one who gave me her life, her word. I didn't find it fair I was the one to live when there were so many people...good people I failed.
He agreed. He took me away from my world. I had to watch it being destroyed. My only home...the only life I knew...gone. For the second time in my life, I felt intense sadness. It might've not be a good one but it was the only place I belonged. I cried so much I became numb to all of it. That man, he stood there and watched me. He didn't help me, I didn't want him to. He gave me time, it's all I wanted.
He told me his name was Shiro. He said to me that I would be allowed to redeem myself. I was a child who innocence was stolen. Who was made into a weapon by wicked men. Who used me, abused me, and tortured me my short time of living. I was supposed to have already died but he told me what changed was his daughter who came in contact with me. He said he knew not the reason but he would comply with his daughter's wish to save me.
He would have me take her place, her power as a keyblade wielder and passed it on to me. She was an exceptionally powerful wielder. I could feel just from the blade itself before I even got to hold it in my hands. There was no way I would've beaten her. Not in a million years.
Then he took all of the souls of the people I've killed, the ones I failed to save and they were grafted into this keyblade. He told me...if I was able to find their bodies that were spread across multiple worlds and pair them with their soul so they would be able to rest in peace. I'd get what I want, to redeem myself. He said I wouldn't be allowed to die. I would have no rest, no peace. My sins would be written on my body and everyone shall judge me unfit to stand with them. I wouldn't be an enemy...no, I was to be much worse. Whatever people did to me...that would be my punishment and I wouldn't be allowed to complain.
I accepted. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care about myself. I didn't care about being treated fairly. I didn't care if I was be made the enemy of everyone. As long as I can save those people...for them to rest in peace. I didn't care. Should I fail to restore them all before the end of time, there would be no salvation for me.
The bodies of those good people were restored and scattered throughout different worlds, different dimensions. I million people in total. I was given the Keyblade, I was given his daughter's power. To take her place as an immortal being which she gave up to me. I will complete this mission. I won't waste the chance she gave me. Even if I have to shoulder this alone. I will complete this. I must...not for myself. But..for them because they deserve it. I don't know what will happen to me after I save them all. I hope...they live peacefully. That's all I wish for...
I will never die not until the last soul is guided to the afterlife. Only then my immorality will break and I will get the reward I sought for so long. I chose this life because I wanted to right my wrongs to honor the person who gave me a second chance to live and I'll complete it, even if I'm the enemy of all I came across. To give true penitence, my sacrifice to see those to rest in peace..."
Souls saved in counting: 450,000...
Age: Lost count after 1,000 years. (Body Age: Forever 22)
Race: Human, Temporary Immortality (Cursed)
Occupation: (Master) Keyblade Wielder, Traveler
History: (From Damion's Notes.)
"When I was born, my parents sold me to pay off a debt. I never knew the extent of their debt. Instead of working honestly, they sacrificed me so they could be free. I don't even know their faces...not at all.
I was sold to a mercenary group that directly worked under the king in my world. From the day I was born till about 12 years old, I was tortured by everything imaginable. Made to fight, made to kill, to inflict pain...for the highest price. Those people shaped me into a weapon to use to make money.
For a long time I did. I killed so many people, it didn't matter if they were innocent or not. I had no concept of morality, I was an emotionless killing machine. I killed thousands of people in just a few years. That was until I was defeated by a woman I can no longer recall the name of...she herself was using a strange power, a keyblade wielder.
I should've saw it for what it was, a sign of what my life was going to be like after I lost for the first time. It's funny...I don't know what it was she saw in me to not kill me but apparently I was worth it despite there were so many children besides me going through the same thing.
Instead of killing me, she taught me everything. My sins, what I've done, who I done it to, and the concepts of morality...of feelings. It was from there, my mind became racked with guilt. Of true remorse of what I've done even if I wasn't conscious of my actions. And with that, I killed all of those mercenaries by my hand alone. I set those slaves, the kids, everyone who suffered by the hands of them, free.
It...just wasn't enough to atone for what I've done. Nowhere near close enough. Killing more wouldn't bring back those people. Nothing would...I was stuck. No choice but to look for another way to save my damned soul.
Then one night while I was living among the forest, I heard alarms going off while I was trying to sleep. I panicked, I didn't know what was going on. The unthinkable happened. Invaders from another world came, I didn't know what they were nor who they were. As far as I understand it now, the misery and death in my world was at an all time high. No doubt I contributed to some of that.
None of us...we didn't stand a chance. They overran us. They hunted us down like dogs. None was spared...not even children. I felt as if this was my fault. None of this happened before I was born. So I did everything to try to help...everything I could. I killed so many of those invaders, I found out later they were called Heartless. It didn't matter, they soon outnumbered people until it was just me and the one who defeated me left.
We ran as fast as we possibly could. To the highest peak of the kingdom I was a part of. We fought all the way there, we tried saving who we could on the way...it didn't help. They couldn't escape and pretty soon we were on the last place that was safe. Not that it soon would be...
Me and the woman who taught me what she did was the last two people left in my world. I was ready to give my life to save her...not that I knew how but considering what I've done, death was not something I was afraid of but instead she told me, she wasn't a normal person. That, if her life was snuffed out, her father...a heavenly being would retrieve her immortal soul.
She wanted to save my life...to give me a second chance. High on that mountain as those creatures of darkness was clawing their way to us. She told me...to kill her. I refused. I didn't want to take another life. I had taken too many lives already. She wouldn't have it. It was this or I'd be consigned to Hell. I should've...fought harder on this but she beat me, again. She made me kill her. It...should've been me. I had to watch as the light left her eyes. Then...silence.
Right when I was crying over her body. A hand was planted on my left shoulder. A spirit, a principal, an angel...no, he was more than that. He said nothing to me...he calmly took his daughter's body as was ready to leave. I didn't want it to end this way. I couldn't let it end that way. She gave up her life so mine could be saved...even though I argued with her I should've died instead.
I sat there...I pleaded with her father. I didn't care how pathetic I looked. I wanted nothing...I didn't care what I had to take on. What shackles I had to wear. As long as I could've saved the souls of those I killed...those I failed to save. I owe it to his daughter, the one who gave me her life, her word. I didn't find it fair I was the one to live when there were so many people...good people I failed.
He agreed. He took me away from my world. I had to watch it being destroyed. My only home...the only life I knew...gone. For the second time in my life, I felt intense sadness. It might've not be a good one but it was the only place I belonged. I cried so much I became numb to all of it. That man, he stood there and watched me. He didn't help me, I didn't want him to. He gave me time, it's all I wanted.
He told me his name was Shiro. He said to me that I would be allowed to redeem myself. I was a child who innocence was stolen. Who was made into a weapon by wicked men. Who used me, abused me, and tortured me my short time of living. I was supposed to have already died but he told me what changed was his daughter who came in contact with me. He said he knew not the reason but he would comply with his daughter's wish to save me.
He would have me take her place, her power as a keyblade wielder and passed it on to me. She was an exceptionally powerful wielder. I could feel just from the blade itself before I even got to hold it in my hands. There was no way I would've beaten her. Not in a million years.
Then he took all of the souls of the people I've killed, the ones I failed to save and they were grafted into this keyblade. He told me...if I was able to find their bodies that were spread across multiple worlds and pair them with their soul so they would be able to rest in peace. I'd get what I want, to redeem myself. He said I wouldn't be allowed to die. I would have no rest, no peace. My sins would be written on my body and everyone shall judge me unfit to stand with them. I wouldn't be an enemy...no, I was to be much worse. Whatever people did to me...that would be my punishment and I wouldn't be allowed to complain.
I accepted. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care about myself. I didn't care about being treated fairly. I didn't care if I was be made the enemy of everyone. As long as I can save those people...for them to rest in peace. I didn't care. Should I fail to restore them all before the end of time, there would be no salvation for me.
The bodies of those good people were restored and scattered throughout different worlds, different dimensions. I million people in total. I was given the Keyblade, I was given his daughter's power. To take her place as an immortal being which she gave up to me. I will complete this mission. I won't waste the chance she gave me. Even if I have to shoulder this alone. I will complete this. I must...not for myself. But..for them because they deserve it. I don't know what will happen to me after I save them all. I hope...they live peacefully. That's all I wish for...
I will never die not until the last soul is guided to the afterlife. Only then my immorality will break and I will get the reward I sought for so long. I chose this life because I wanted to right my wrongs to honor the person who gave me a second chance to live and I'll complete it, even if I'm the enemy of all I came across. To give true penitence, my sacrifice to see those to rest in peace..."
Souls saved in counting: 450,000...