�After I was sent to the Depths, I underwent a change from good to evil. The good that was in me was sucked from my soul and replaced with hate and anger. It was then that I found the true power of hate. I realized why Triasha was so strong; it was because his hate was immeasurable. But I came to realize that evil was a better medium then hate, so I let it envelop me. I gained incredible powers, at least a thousand times more then Triasha ever had. It was then that my powers and physical body were stripped from me. I was left a mere spirit. Soon, I felt some power return, then my physical body came back to me, as well as all of my powers. Only a few residents in Hell had recovered their forms, and whenever that number reached a certain point, they held a tournament for those individuals. There were twenty-seven others, but they were extremely weak. Most of my battle went as so; they attacked me, I blocked it then defeated them with a single punch. The only one that did not go this way was the one between Triasha�s clone of Kynotoishi and I. He was stronger then before, so I guess that he melded with the real Kynotoishi. This was not an easy battle, but I managed to win it with little trouble. I used my new Trianchu state, hyper, to defeat him. Once that was all said and done, I was given permission to keep my body. I tried to conceal my ever-growing power, but it was becoming harder each day and soon they started to notice it. One day, an Overlord came to strip me again, but as he attempted to he got knocked backwards; he couldn�t touch me. The high counsel didn�t respond to this very well. Once they had established that I could not be stripped of my powers again, they decided to banish me to the 13th level of Hell; a place reserved for those who defied the whims of the Overlords and High counsel. I, of course, resisted for I wasn�t very fond of the idea, but then as they started the banishment process, I started to glow blue and I realized that my power was overflowing like a well does in a hurricane; I could use as much as I wanted to, it was endless. Once my power level was so high that it was not measurable by our standards, I proceeded to make demands of the Overlords. Stricken with fear of what I might be able to do, they followed my orders. As I was about to execute them, I was lifted from the ground, and my power was weakening. I realized that Gabriel must have found a way to revive me. As I was leaving that godforsaken place, I wanted to destroy it, but I couldn�t, my power had been nearly drained. Thus, the ground opened up and my soul was thrusted into my body; I was resurrected. It felt good to be alive again, but something was still bothering me. It must have been the fact that I had found that evil is stronger then good, but I did not let myself dwell on it too long.'