ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇᴠᴀꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅ.

The Fight Of The Forces was a war that had lasted for 4 years now, and was still going. It was against, well, the ‘Good’ and the ‘Bad’. It started when The Prince of Darkness, Evan, rebelled against his family when they shattered his opinions and made him feel like a no body. Then, in a couple of weeks, Evan came back with his friends with same views to battle it out with his father, Devil Jack.

And then all of you innocent townsfolk got dragged into a war for freedom and goodness. Or badness. It depended on the person.

You had been battling for the Bad force, and you were one of the most skilled soldiers Jack had. As you searched a dystopian battlefield for clues on the Good forces next move, you heard a quiet thud on the ground. You ran to check it out.

There he was, Evan, head of the Good force, sitting on the floor, sword next to them. As he unwrapped his blind fold, a black goo poured out, him wiping up before putting on a new blindfold.

As you tried to get closer, Evan heard them, jumping up, sword in hand. He didn’t hesitate to get into the ready stance.