Miura Bull

His ambition is not to be nice. He wants to be the nemesis, the antagonist in every vile death story, that headache that won't go away, a razor blade that sticks in the throat--difficult to swallow, harder to breathe.

They say that the last thing you feel before your capsule spits out your corpse to the void is a sense of drowning. He wants to be the guy with his foot on your head as you struggle for your life, kicking and screaming, splashing and then drowning in your own fluids.

He is no superhero.

He aims to humiliate and insult.

The cold hand of death will strike when it wants and often it does not offer salvation, for the soul of his opponent is what fuels him. It drives him to kill and with every drop of blood he feasts like a demonic beast. There is no stopping him. He is machine-like, in a trance, frenzied and heartless.

He is your worst nightmare. The shadow that you dare not look into.

He is The Fighter at the Gates of Hell.





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