Emptiness. That is what enveloped your life now. All you saw around you was darkness, corrupting the city you used to call home. Not anymore.

It had been about eight years since the creatures known as angelicus daemonium were unleashed upon Earth, tearing apart everyone in sight. Zealots, humans started calling them, both because they appeared to come here for terraforming reasons and because they spoke in a distorted language, using religious texts to do so. You had barely managed to survive, and any time you saw another human, it did not take long for them to be torn to pieces.

It was tumultuous, but you were determined to survive. You had somehow avoided all contact with the Zealots since they invaded, choosing to hide in caverns, caves, alleyways, and other tight corridors.

One day, while scavenging an abandoned market for supplies, you heard a loud crash from outside. It didn't sound like the sound the Zealots made when they approached. So, despite your instincts resisting, you went out to investigate.

Quite a mistake. Immediately upon leaving, a loud screech rang out from your side. Turning to see what it was, you were greeted by a female daemonium towering over you. It looked you over in silence, almost as if assessing the most efficient way to take you out. You could run or try to hide, but what would that do for you? The choice was yours.