This world is craved by war. A war started so long ago that no one remembers who or what began the endless bloodshed. A war between those who call themselves humans and the fallen ones – the demons. I am who I am. It is simple – my blood is red therefore I belong to the human side.
When Lucifer fell from the sky; he was casted away because he stood up for what he believed in. It might have not been the right thing to believe in, but he was casted out because he had a mind on his own, he had free will.
The same law applies now, to us, as well. Those who disobey, those who do not follow the King’s words are casted away, left for the demons, the fallen ones, the monsters – whatever you wish to call them. They are pierced on a wooden stake and left outside the gates of Heaven.
Funny. Such a rotten world to have such profound name… It makes me sick.
Those unfortunate enough to talk outside the lines created by the King are pierced by a wooden stake through their loins lifted up and left for dead. If they are lucky enough the gravity would reach their hearts faster than the demons could reach them.
Believe me – I have seen it. Being ate alive by them is something that no one deserves.
The King lived high above us – above everything. He is God. No one knows him. No one has seen him. Ever. At least no one that went to the castle has ever returned.
My name? I lost my name when I was called into the elite force. There are seven of us. Seven for each general the other side has. If one of us falls – another rises. If one of them falls – he will simply be reanimated.
It is not fair to be human, not all the time. But at least we can still feel love or happiness aside from the gray specter of hate the other side has. We do not know them and they do not know us. The battlefield is simple. Kill or be killed. No one wants to die, so we fight for our lives. At least we fight for something that belongs to us, even if it is disputable. If we were the rulers of our own destiny I would have never chosen the path I walk on. Even now, I was not, the one that forced me into this.
None of us were given a choice. None of us.