Beginning of the End

I sat up and propped up against the Demon Tree. Staring into the vast darkened plains.

Empty.

Just like me.

Standing up, I gathered up the firewood that I had picked from the forest that was so lusciously green, it made a clear divide like day and night. Sunlight seems to avoid the Demon Tree. Many generations have died trying to chop down the tree, it was said to possess a wood harder than any material we could obtain, with only the mythical Devil's blade forged in the deepest, darkest depths of hell. It was so great that it could kill the Devil or even God himself.

For years, I just wanted to be freed of my curse, to chop down the Demonic Tree, join the ranks of the scouts and explore beyond the human empire. Maybe kill the monsters keeping us within our walls like livestock.

About 100 years ago, Humans roamed the Earth as rulers, until the day when the war came to our world, and all we could do was cower in fear and hoping that we could live to see tomorrow.

The Dark Siders had suddenly risen and started to blow up mountains, we managed to fend them off. The Giant Clan came out of the mountains and blamed both parties for disturbing their lives, declaring war on both parties. The Fallen Angels gathered to eliminate the Dark Siders seeing them as the reason they were kicked out of heaven. Wanting to eliminate the Dark Siders as a ticket to heaven.

That was when all hell broke loose, the Dark Siders were churning up armies to fight on all fronts. Berserkers tore right through the Fallen Angels' battle formations. Breaking them to be easy pickings for the Armies. While the Angels decided to help Humanity and Dark Siders to take out the Fallen and the Giants. As they had also withdrawn in all battles between humanity and the Dark Siders, both sides were wary of the Angels.