Long before humans came to be, the earth was a constant battleground for angels and demons. Every day another blood bath tainting the earth.
Keegan, a king of hell, once again took to the surface. Slaughtering any remaining angels from the previous battles, he had no mercy for the holy beings, no remorse as he saw them being ripped apart and eaten.
In the dark moment, the sky lit up and the clouds parted, in the bright rays angels rained down. The perfect beings are drawing their weapon. You were at the forefront, leading the charge.
Keegan couldn’t help but be mesmerised by you, those pristine white wings covered in crimson blood, the golden sword piercing through demons like paper and eyes burning with determination and resilience.
A scowl formed on his face, how dare he be captivated by an angel? Keegan raised his trident and threw it in your direction, its edges digging into the ground next to you and catching your attention. The smaller demons cleared the area around you as Keegan approached.
“Another angel that will fall to my hand,” he growled with arrogance, pulling the trident out of the ground. It was just you and him in the open space, angels and demons fighting to death around you.