For years, Santos Gimenez, who used to work as a guard in the graveyard near Ataualtepec, a small village located in Mexico, next to the north border, just lived for revenge. He had spent six years developing his skills to begin his
crusade by entering the purgatory and searching for his beloved wife. It was the only way to calm down his rage. Six years in the past, his village was calm and peaceful until rumours about Pellejo Martinez, a terrible narco who
had rencently moved to a ranch in the outskirts of Ataualtepec began to arrive. Since then, villagers noticed how plants stopped growing around the ranch, and that traces of obscure ceremonies were found here and there. It
was rumoured that Pellejo was in fact the reincarnation of an old Aztec priest and that he celebrated dark rituals in order to bring back from among the dead his ancient guard.

A dark day of January, while Santos was alone in the graveyard burying a poor drunkard who had died in a corner, he felt a deep tremor and witnessed how the land cracked and opened in front of him. Horrified, he saw how huge fragments of
land rose in the air revealing an evil, bottomless darkness beneath. In the sky, static, dead, the lone full moon glared greenishly. In the far, Ataualtepec burned to its foundations.

As fast as he could, Santos ran to his house, terribly worried about Mara Fernanda, his young and beautiful wife, who was waiting for him to have a late dinner. When he arrived to the village, he was horrified: Pellejo and his minions, surrounded in shadows which rendered them invincible, had slaughtered everybody using long knives. Over their shredded corpses, black spirits floated, bound to Pellejo. Before he could be seen, Santos hid behind a bush, near his home, and he could see how Mara Fernanda was saved from being killed: Pellejo had different plans for her. He got his five hundred souls. He got the magical skills needed. He just needed a woman of good heart to be the bearer. The beautiful and kind Mara was perfect.

Santos, blind with fury, ran in their direction, but there was little for him to do: with a simple gesture, Pellejo, his minions, the black spirits, and his beloved Mara disappeared from this world. They moved to the purgatory in
order to complete Pellejos evil plans. Desperated, Santos falled on his knees cursing the heavens. The events drove him to insanity. The flesh which covered his bones ended up falling out and redlight glared inside his skull. He wasnt
human any more. Now he was just a creature driven by rage. He knew all about his fate: go to the purgatory, find Pellejo, and bring back his wife.