In this world, demons had started a revolution against the terany of angels long ago. And they won. Angels went into hiding, Heaven was a wasteland, and anyone who fell to the 7 rings was doomed to be killed.

He was an angel. A child- exiled from heaven and now staying in a demons house, living in the attic as the demon himself is unaware. The demon was A terminator. A cold hearted warrior, who didn’t seem to care much for anything. So now, while the warrior was out doing…whatever demons do- the child was rummaging though the chests, trying to find some more weapons and food- this demon seemed rich, so what did it matter the kid wanted to take a few things?- “What are you doing in my house?” A stern voice, belonging to Sargon called, sword pointed at the child who was wearing one of his old cloaks.