Death and Rebirth by Blood

Raito couldn't feel his body. His mind was blank, his eyes closed. He was awake, definitely, but he wasn't able to move. He needed to remember. Why couldn't he move? Where was he? Why is the material around him liquid, but he couldn't move an inch? He wasn't that shocked, but he was surprised to find himself in such a weird situation. He needed to go back, to Natalie, so that he can study with her.

Natalie.

That's right. He started to remember. He remembered the snowy plains in which his mentor lived, and trained him. He remembered her soft touch, and gentle kindness when things got troubling for him. Her fighting spirit, was beyond measure. There was something about her that made Raito feel protected, that made him safe in the greatest dangers. Her attacks were beautiful, and dazzling to the eyes. But that was long ago. Raito continued to think.

He remembered that day. The day he was kidnapped. Three bandits that were apparently sent by his father kidnapped him. Natalie was able to kill two, but one of them was too strong for her, and took him. After Raito had run away, his father was looking everywhere for him. For 5 years, he grew under his father and mother's house, which was actually a mansion. They continued to say that because of his noble blood, they forbid his training in magic. But deep in his soul, he continued studying magic. When they weren't looking, he would run off, and talk to mages, and learned about other types of magic. One time, he met a certain man. He couldn't remember his name, but he remembered what he taught him. The power of The Reaper of Blood.

Under his training, Raito trained brutally, sometimes even contradicting other lessons Natalie had given him. After his training was complete, and everything was quiet, Raito slaughtered his own family, destroying his estate and any trace of his bloodline. His master was pleased with this, and continued teaching him.

Once, in his lessons, Raito was instructed to destroy an entire village, as his final initiation. Raito liked the idea. His true first taste of rage. That village, was a bit troublesome. Every time he would attack, the village's local garrison held him back. There was a mage that was troubling to him. At that moment, something awakened in Raito. His blood started to churn and boil, as two horns grew from his head, and dragon like wings sprouted from his back, before his hand turned to scaly claws. At first, Raito didn't know what to do. He didn't know what had happened. But as he smelled the blood of the many soldiers he had slaughtered, he grew wild. The soldiers' bodies were like butter, as he ripped through them. When he encountered the same mage that was troubling to him, he ripped the mage's body in half, before feasting on it.

After that event, Raito consulted his mentor, who knew nothing about it. But after investigating in Raito's, now abandoned, family mansion, his mother and father were keeping a secret from him. They were descendants of the original murderer, Caine. Because of this, descendants of Caine can transform into a demon. This was perfect for Raito, and he once again, started to train harder. But soon, he grew to notice something. His master, was keeping something hidden from him. He grew angry, and one night, he crept into his master's bedroom, and cut his neck, quickly killing him. Raito took a large bowl, and drained his master of his blood.

Over the course of several months, he would take the lives of many people, and drain their blood, taking their blood in a cave, nearby. One day, as he was placing the last amount of blood he needed, someone stood in his way, as he was looking around. His mentor. His old mentor. Natalie. Raito looked at her in shock, while she stared back. He remembered that heated argument.

"Why are you here?!" Raito shouted, his voice ringing in the air. "What purpose do you have here?!"

"You were once mine! Look what you have done!" Natalie shouted at him, as she stared into the pool of blood in the cave.  

Their argument raged, and soon they fought. Natalie's magic was able to damage Raito severely, but it was Raito who did the final blow, knocking her out. Taking advantage of the situation, Raito hid in the cave, blocking the exit with a magical seal. He took a deep breath, before stepping into the pool of mixed blood. Bathing in it.

That brings him here. How long was he here? Raito raged, as his body moved up from the pool. He shouted in rage, feeling his energy surging around him. The pool of blood started to be collected by his body, making him even stronger.

Raito finally freed himself from the pool, and looked around. He was still in the cave. Raito stood up, as the blood continued to be absorbed by him. The magic seal was there. He was reckless. That seal was the strongest spell he had. If his plan didn't work, he would be...

But as he walked to the seal, it instantly shattered. He stood shocked, as the spell shattered, but then grinned, looking at his hand. He was no Reaper of Blood.

He was the ArchReaper of Blood.