Everyone knows of the underworld. That bastion of hatred, nestled deep within chasm of our worlds bosom. The resting nexus for the malefic spirits of the damned, and the womb of creatures far more twisted, and before your misconceptions set in, let me tell you. This is no fire and brimstone. The jagged landscape is swathed in grime-soaked, and raw steel work, cryptic rivets adorn everything. Massive industrial fans lazily spin twenty-four-seven, pipes rush muck and bile out of the city, and into massive sub-bedrock incinerators, while thickly grated vents hiss and puff thick clouds of red miasma, and other toxins, leaving the entire ground floor permanently covered in a thick fog, and a lair of grime and blood coat everything in sight. Towering “Skyscrapers” jut out amongst countless factories, some of the only things to rise above the hissing miasma. Back allies make up the true inner workings of the city, like a twisted mixture between a delicate spider's web, and a vascular system, pumping sewage, corpses, drugs, and blood money day and night.


Deep within the mire, The Black Quarter sits by itself. One of the few non-industrial divisions of the city, and it functions as the very beating heart, and bleeding soul of the common man's Black Market. Forged in greedy and depraved violence, the sprawling Aspect Of Greed hosts any and all businesses, as long as they hold to a single creed. Profit, above, and in spite of all. This tainted, gore-soaked gem serves as the Underworld's main link to Humanity. The Black Market of man not only originated in the harsh depths of the Quarter, but still runs directly from it. The Mafia, Cartels, Death Dealers, even petty drug dealers are the Quarter’s children. Corrupted, vile, and otherwise shady humans can seek temporary refugee within the Underworld via a connection to the surface at the very heart of the Quarter. There is however, a catch, like all deals. The thick miasma that seeps through the entire underworld is a deadly toxin, even to the most corrupted of humans. So those seeking to make deals, get richer, or hide from whatever laws breath down their necks have only a month's reprieve. To a resourceful human however, a month in the belly of hell can be an eternity of profit..



It may go without saying, but within the safe shroud of Hell, not a single thing is to low for her denizens. Murder, prostitution, back door deals, stock trading, slavery, human trafficking, child sex slaves, snuff films, torture, experimentation on humans, necrophilia, genocide. Whatever you can think of, whatever horrific little shadow haunts your fevered nightmares is merely another day. Surprisingly however, there are laws, and not even the most arrogant, and vile human would dare attempt to break them.


First Law: The Underworld is an unspoken Haven. You do not speak its name, you do not mention it's existence.


Second Law: You do not attempt to break a deal with The Devil. To do so is to forfeit more than your life, or your soul.


And lastly, probably the most sacred of all laws..You don't ever, ever, even dream of crossing Krux.


Krux Incorporated's lavish Scraper towers above absolutely everything, just like the men and women within it. Looming over every Aspect, ever district, every shack and factory, nothing escapes the steely gave of Krux. This monolithic company is in every way a business, they own business, which means they own you, and they own every dollar, bloody or not, that will ever slip through your dirty little fingers. With their power, came a responsibility, which down here is just a pretty way of saying even more power. Using their position, they quickly assumed the role of “police”, enforcing the basic laws, and carrying out judgment without any sort of mercy, or due process. If you thought you were smart enough, tough enough, or corrupted enough to slip through the fingers of Hell, Krux made sure the agony you felt served as a reminder that you couldn't.


Five years ago, the frontrunner and chairmen of Krux, Swain, they called him, had what he felt to be a premonition. He was convinced something was coming, something more horrific than any cretin could imagine, something that threatened his empire. He claimed something was going to change soon, and it would in turn change everything, all of it. The money, the power, the connection, and the safety of the Underworld would collapse in an instant. A literal mountain of funds were dumped into a newly created branch of Krux, and orders where issued everywhere. It was time that the Devil's enforcer got its own, hyper-vigilant immune system, a flawless, and aggressive defense for the company.


It started slowly, a manhunt with prerequisites down to a T, only the finest could even be considered. The search was on for humans, specifically the still living, and specifically possessed by Madness.

“Madness” was a fickle thing, originally a horrific neuro-toxin developed from the Miasma of Hell itself, which crept through the fissures, leaking onto the surface in very small amounts. This birthed what we know as “insanity”, but the truth is far more complex. One of the most intricate toxins imaginable, it's actually somewhat symbiotic in design, however the requirements to sustain it are so severe, few humans in it's history have managed. The few that do master it's taint however, surpass even Daemons in terms of strength, and power, while also becoming immune to the Miasma. These “chosen” humans were the main targets. Swain himself personally sent each “Altered” human a letter, secured in a velvety black envelope, and as soon as they accepted his contract, they were collected and brought to the Krux building to immediately begin training. A five year regiment of grueling training was all that they knew from there on out. Painstakingly taught to control, and harness the Madness within them, use specially made, personality-contoured weapons to defend the dark beauty of Krux, and even change their form to blend within the masses. These mortals are the Harvesters.

(Intro created by me, polished by Hazezon)

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Handbook of the Harvester

Upon emerging from this regiment, you were greeted with five things. A handbook, your new name of your choosing, and a code name, along with two tattoos. A numeral, and a zodiac in the places of your choosing. These, you're told, are to denote you as a Harvester, a member of the elite group Krux birthed. They did not denote power, or rank, you were all equal. As for the handbook, it simply gave you the rules and guidelines for your new existence.


One: You do not leave the Underworld, unless under direct orders to do so.


Two: You never give your real name to anyone, not even to a fellow Harvester, or Swain. In fact, you're encouraged to forget your name.


Three: Do not cause any unnecessary attention in public domains unless requested to do so as part of your mission.


Four: It is preferred every Harvester submit themselves to some sort of personal training on a daily basis to maintain their peak awareness and prowess.


Five: If you come in contact with a known enemy, do not engage alone.


Six: Always remember you represent Krux, and nothing else. You are the Gem's gem, act like it.