Mars Maxwell was a good boy, he really was. From a very young age he had always wanted to do good for others, to bring smiles on to people's faces and, and well he just wanted to be a good Christian boy.

Though life had not been kind to Mars even if he had wanted to be kind to it. For while he had walked into the darkness of the night to clean himself at the well and enjoy the beautiful starry night sky as he did so, the savages had suddenly gone to his home.

Quickly he had hidden behind the well and from there watched those savages drag his parents out into the yard, where they then began to skin both of them alive. In horror he watched for hours as this brutal process went on. His parents screamed like some animals being slaughtered and it horrified him to no extent, and yet he couldn't look away. He could only watch as he was too weak to do anything else.

Living on a small farm on the great plains of America there was only vast lots of unclaimed lands all around. The nearest town was a days ride away by horseback, and all their farm had were two ponies, and now seven native savages skinning his parents alive.

With no real options to choose from, the young him of only 13 years of age watched the savages slowly kill his parents, and then proceeded to feast on their flesh like they were merely feasting on some juicy fishes. Seeing it his stomach turned, his rage boiled over and within his rage filled mind a voice had suddenly spoken to him.

"Go, kill them, kill them and embrace death without fear as you have embraced life! Reap their souls, make their blood flow like rivers and gain strength from there deaths boy. For all power demands sacrifice! Blood for the gods, skulls for the skull throne, now go!"

Mars knew not to whom the voice belonged, but it gave him power to move, and move he did. To his right an native savage had gone to take a piss with his red skin still stained with his parents blood.

Seeing it, Mars sneaked quietly out from behind the well using the sounds of the savages feasting on his parents and the darkness of night to his advantage. Coming up behind the savage, he pulled out the savage's own knife from the savages knife holster that was attached to the savages leather belt, both things being something that the vile savage had most likely stolen from other settlers as they were too primitive to make such fine things themselves.

Though the savage was quick to notice him taking his stolen knife, it was too late. Without mercy or hesitation Mars stabbed the knife into the savages gut again and again and again. The savage yelled in pain, tried to protect himself and struggled, but quickly fell to the grassy ground like a rock as Mars accidentally struck the savage's savage heart.

In that moment Mars felt something cold enter his very soul, and without any doubt he knew it to be the savage's soul. He had reaped away a savages life and he had gained a soul. Though he wondered what was the worth of a savage's soul, was it the same as a good Christian soul.

Through blood shot eyes filled with rage and through panted breaths Mars looked upon his first kill with fury. Though his victory was short lived as his first kill had not gone unnoticed by the other 6 savages.

In anger they let out their famous savage battle cries and rushed towards Mars with their tomahawk axes and clubs drawn.

Seeing their approach, Mars hesitated unsure on what to do as the deep voice spoke to him again.

"Good good good, one soul acquired, now give me more!"

This he didn't argue with, although how was he going to gain more souls without any help? He couldn't beat 6 natives alone!

And with this single thought the soul of the savage he had slain flew before him, and with a flash of light it spawned into existence a medieval peasant man. The man was white, he had blonde hair, blue eyes, a good amount of muscle and most importantly the man held a crude rusty woodcutters axe in his hand.

Seeing this the 6 savages halted their charge, seemingly scared of this magically spawned man. While the peasant man merely looked at Mars as he dumbly asked like some lost man.

"My Lord?"

Mars knew not what was going on, but he went with it and said.

"Yes I'm you're lord, now go and kill for me, you peasant!"

Hearing this the peasant man seemed saddened as he simply said.

"Ooh, more work?"

And with those words he charged the stunned savages quickly closing the gap between them and sending his axe into one of their skulls.

With a crack, a savage's skull cracked and was split in two, and Mars again acquired another savage soul. And with it he didn't hesitate to think of summoning another peasant. And by this sheer thought of his another peasant much like the first came into the world with a flash of light, though this one held a cleaner axe than the first.

This one though asked nothing, as it noticed its peasant friend surrounded by the savages and quickly rushed into help.

"For Lorderan, for the alliance!" Yelled the peasant gaining the attention of the savages.

Standing at the side Mars watched in astonishment as these two newly emerged souls fought fiercely with their axes like his viking ancestors of old. Hit after hit they took, the savages axes slicing their legs, cut their fingers, clubs hit their heads, smashed their ribcages and soon the two fell like wounded growling beasts to the ground. Still they desperately held onto their lives and fought back against the savages, one even managed to send his axe into a savage's leg almost cutting it in half.

Then the voice within his head spoke again and told him something that he couldn't have ever expected. It told him to command the peasants to kill themselves so their souls would not be lost.

"Do it, do it, do it or die boy!" The voice roared out within his head.

This felt wrong, it wasn't moral or right for a Christian or anyone for that matter to kill themselves or to say to others to do so. And yet with no other choice here he yelled to the peasants.

"I'm sorry, but please kill yourselves, do it for me your lord!"

For a second the peasants hesitated, they didn't seem willing to do it, but as if realising the peril of their situation they gritted their teeth and yelled.

"Yes my lord!"

And with that said the two smashed their own bloody axes into their own faces, killing themselves nearly instantly. The savages now seemed absolutely taken a back by this, their savage brains were at a loss on what was happening here, especially as two new peasants much like the last two appeared before them again.

"My lord?" They said in unison and with a single command from Mars they attacked. "Slaughter those savages!"

And though they were but mere peasants this time with one of them holding a hammer and the other one holding nails. The enemies before them were haggard from the fight before and wounded as well, like so the odds were somewhat more even.

Without much of any hesitation the two peasants charged taking the natives totally off guard. One threw two handfuls of nails into the natives faces and grabbed his fallen peasant comrades axe from the ground as he did so.

The other one went to smash a savage's face with his hammer, which the savage was quick to dodge though in doing so he neglected his right knee which was quick to receive the peasants hard hammer upon it. The savage winced in pain after which he received a hammer into his chin and then the top of his head.

With that Mars once more received another soul, at the same time the nail peasant got a tomahawk in his leg, but in exchange he managed to implant his axe into the savage warriors head, giving Mars another soul.

Quickly two more peasants came into existence. And just like that the tables were turned now there were 4 peasants facing off against 3 natives that now were shaking in fear at the sight of these peasants that had come seemingly from nowhere.

At the same time the peasants morale was bolstered by their superior numbers. "For Lorderan, for the alliance, for honour and Glory!" They yelled. While the voice within Mars head cheered in a deep malicious voice. "Yes yes, more more moooorrrrre, harvest more souls! Take them all and become strong boy!"

Without fear 3 peasants charged, one advanced with a limp in his wounded leg and the three savages ran away in fear. Like cowards they actually ran, Mars could hardly believe it. To his knowledge these savages were fierce warriors, skilled in close quarters combat, they hardly ever took any prisoners and didn't ever show fear, they were true warriors.

Although after taking a quick look at them all he was quick to see that all of them were quite young. These seemed like young inexperienced warriors that had probably been looking to prove themselves by killing innocent settlers, as young savages usually did.

However as his eyes landed upon his skinned and half eaten parents his rage was lit once more. He couldn't let these savages go.

Looking at his four peasants soldiers he commanded them to go after the savages.

"Go and get those bastards! And you three mount those ponies and get going after them, now!"

Taking one of their tomahawk axes in hand he too then ran after the three savages into the dark plains of the wild west.