On my way to college, the Devil showed up before me and said: "This day I challenge you to a duel to get more souls". I grabbed my katana cuted his face. As the blood is falling down, a lightning hit the Ground. The Devil said to me "Finally, some requiem for the Crimson Hate". I looked at him with pity and said "Rest sweet angel, I'll take care of everything". That's the Stroy of the day Pixie D. Dix was born. And since that day the world was red, and the people was a black silhouette.