The Infernal Captain of the Oni Unit.

there is a man running around the desert. he was beaten up. he has some bloodstains. his clothes look like rags. he screams yielding for help. 

then out of nowhere a figure appears in a horse. the abysmal eyes with the depth of the infernos that could penetrate the soul. the rough hands of a man who has beaten up life left and right. the black horse that complements his impetuous soul.

the soil trembles at every step taken by the horse. anyone who is mistaken could believe that it was a horseman of the apocalypse riding to take souls like tickets. there was something flashy about the attire the man was wearing. it was for sure unique. he was wearing a bright neon black charro outfit. 

those who knew about his infamy knew him as the Black Charro. those who didn't know of his infamy just didn't make it alive to know just what kind of horrors he could create. the Black Charro grabs with his left hand his hat with love. and with the other one he touches the horse with tender care. he whispers at the horse's ears.

the horse moves furiously, and abruptly. there is rage in those steps. there stands a horse that runs like an infernal phantom. the rider laughs like a maniac as he plays around with his prey like is his habit. the Charro enjoys the delights of another's torment.

"Please, forgive me. let it go." yields the unnamed victim.

there is something that the pride of the Black Charro could never take. and he isn't one to ever let another command him. the moment someone dares to order him around, is the moment he strikes with all the rage of his soul. 

Charro rides right towards the poor fool. then the horse steps all over him. the dust of the desert makes it hard to see. but you could hear the sound of the bones cracking. bone by bone snapping at every step taken. then a last scream that sounded inhuman before the victim was finally out of his misery. 

Charro looks at the victim. he takes a small bottle of tequila out of a small bag. he drops some drops of tequila on top of the corpse. the horse out of malice kicks the corpse's face, before they keep riding to no end.

eventually the Charro ends up in front of a cantina in the middle of nowhere. the Charro laughs like a maniac as he jumps out of his loyal horse. the Charro leaves some water for the horse to drink, before he gets inside the cantina.

Black Charro walks around the cantina. he looks at some people. most of them avoid making eye contact out of instinct and fear. Charro laughs as he takes a seat. he orders some tequila ready to celebrate another day with a job well done.

unlike any other unit that is formed by agents of a singular timeline. the Oni Unit is formed by multiple individuals from the past.

Charro Negro, as he is mostly known was recruited back in 1864. he is a Mexican native who was a ferocious and an infamous gunslinger. he was a beast like no other. with a single pistol was able to take down an army by himself.

but Charro Negro isn't the only member of the Oni unit. he is the leader. there are another six dangerous figures between their members. they are a small unit. but the most dangerous one as they all are warriors of the past. humans who could take down monsters. 

there are legends about their tales. legends depicting their feats. and most of the members had been part of that Oni Unit since the beginning. it is rare for them to replace their members. is even more rare when one of them dies in a mission. 

Charro keeps drinking until it becomes dark outside. someone comes inside the cantina with phantom steps as he approaches his brother in arms. a shadowy figure asks Charro to follow him as there is another mission for them. 

Charro pays the bill. kicks the chair. she then leaves laughing like a maniac. he finds himself outside looking at the moon. he salutes the members of his unit. he then at the light of the moon decides to pee on the desert.

among the figures luminated at the moon's light there is a Viking, a Samurai, a Roman Praetorian Guard, a Ninja, a pirate, and a Jaguar Knight.

Charro takes his hat off. his face exposed for others to see. he has a big thick black mustache that coverts his lips. short messy black hair. brown light eyes. brown skin. two moles bellow his left eye. he appears to be around his thirties.

"So, who of you vandidos dares to interrupt my honorable times of liquor? none of you? I like your silence. now second in command bring that paper." said Charro with malice.

the one to take the first step forward is the Samurai. he has a serious look. he refuses to say anything as he gives the document to charro. time has left some gray-hairs and wrinkles on his face to remind him of his age. there is not a single emotion projected by his face. he stays in there staring at his boss.

"If there is anything you wish to say, go ahead and say it now." commands Charro,

"I am not your slave. the only reason I let you order me around is because the position of leader of the Oni Unit doesn't sound pleasant enough to me." said the Samurai.

the two of them stare at each other's eyes. Charro pulls out two pistols. the Samurai pulls out his Katana with the sharpest blade. they get in position to attack one another. and then they drop their weapons as they laugh. they hug each other. 

"Is good to see you, healthy brother. brothers, and sisters let's drink and eat a banquet on our name. today we celebrate, tomorrow we kill once more." yields Charro happy.

"Brother Charro. I know how you feel about pleasures of the flesh and liquor. but our next mission is highly important." said the Samurai in a tranquil tone of voice.

"Relax brother. remember our old title. we used to be called the Demonic Warriors of the forgotten age. the Oni Unit is just a modesty of a title for them to control their hellhounds. there is a time and place for everything. let's drink tonight." said Charro.

Fun Fact: Charro Negro is a figure from Mexican legends and folklore. some legends depict the Charro as the Devil himself. in others he was condemn by the Devil to be his (bitch) servant after he signed a contract for his soul. and he is condemned to ride the earth for all eternity. there are more stories about him with different versions.