PROLOGUE

LONG AGO, after the god, Izanagi, and goddess, Izanami, created the first islands of Nippon, a remote island to the north was left unnamed. The island's gods dubbed the land Ezochi and took special care to retain peace for it's first inhabitants, but soon that all changed. Fore the Demon Lord, Amatsu Mikaboshi, assaulted the land with his new minion, Jusan.

Jusan was once a god by the name of Horkew Kamuy-the Howling God-but he became power hungry. He desired more power than he was granted and so, being consumed by greed, the Demon Lord, Amatsu Mikaboshi, appeared to him, forming a contract that would grant him infinite power, but under one condition, he would become Mikaboshi's minion. Horkew agreed and consumed the darkness, transforming him into Jusan, a thirteen tailed wolf demon and God of the Dead.

Jusan's plan was to plunge Ezochi into an everlasting winter until his rein had been ended. Jusan's assault began, but the God of Ezochi soon got wind of the attack and a battle was waged that went on for many months.

The God of Ezochi then gained the upper hand and overtook Jusan. Sealing his power away, thirteen jewels were formed from his monstrous hide, each one was a different color and element. The demon was then sealed away in the ancient Wakan Shrine, and yet, after the struggle to retain peace in the land, Ezochi had been taken over by Jusan's forces. Demons began running wild, driving the gods into the heavenly domain of Kamuy Moshir, leaving the land ravaged and cold.

Had all the effort been in vain? Had all the care that had been taken to retain peace in the land been taken for granted? Even so, Jusan's power had still penetrated into the very soul of Ezochi, each day growing colder and colder as the demons continue to rot the land from the inside out.

But soon, a small group of wolf demons made their way onto the island and over the next millennia, grew into an all powerful clan, the Hyuki. This sacred Clan would soon give birth to a heroin of the demon's own power and free all from the cold grasp of Hell itself…