Suyumaki is a cautionary tale about man and his dark spirit for violence, about the confusion and rage slowly devouring the soul. Here it is manifest in the form of a cancerous slag which feeds in the subconscious mind – a rabid tumor which collects more than the sinner, but all those who continue to feed him love...

For the pungent being who knows only violence, there is a dread curse eating from within, a throbbing fungus of manipulation which consumes from the ego and devours the id.

It transcends and transforms, it blossoms and evolves, a slow cancer of spirit and conscience. Born from human rage, this blasphemy wallows in decadence, a hollow beast with an appetite for wrath. This is Suyumaki.

In simpler times, a man may run with the pack, a fool with his bourbon and motley pride. As the seed of hatred poisons his blood, he separates and brings his low vengeance across tender lines. He loses himself and strikes at women and children. This is where Suyumaki breeds, a craving entity which bloats itself on bile and adrenaline, a surging well of souls glued together in sin.

I have witnessed this scourge, it has paralyzed nations. Dictators have been absorbed and excreted. When my burning soul was revived, I was able to look inward. I was able to see my destiny, for my own face was peeled into the screaming wall of agony – a beastly incarnation of my own tribe.

This screaming pit knew no boundaries, for everyone I had ever dared to love was pulled into the fiendish heart of doom – no escape, only pain and mutilation. Closing my eyes, I begged the Lord for sweet mercy and forgiveness...