Prelude

“ATTACK! BRING THE STRONGEST MEN TO THE FRONT! TODAY, WE FIGHT FOR VICTORY!” the head knight of the Tygre clan, Terrif Skaa shouted above his fellow Tygre knights, roaring their cries of war. Their natural orange and white skin lined with stripes were covered in armor, from the tips of their tiger ears, to their padded tiger feet, it seemed they could be protected from anything. Anything but…

*****

The raptors adjusted their armor as their leader Garamund Asche walked up and down his line of warriors, inspecting them. His dark blue hair ended a bit past his shoulders and was pulled back to stay out of his face. He hooked a few stray hairs behind his pointed demon ears and walked back up his line. He unsheathed the sword on his back and it sang with the excitement of being able to spill blood. He passed by his son and thought back to what he told him just hours before… ‘It seems like everyday, I enjoy a bath of not water, but something of a warmer, thicker substance. Can you guess it yet? My baths consist of the liquid that flows in your veins.’ He stopped in front of the eager boy. Even though he was 67-years-old, he was only just starting to show signs of maturity. His shoulders had finally broadened, the curved hunting claws on his feet had finally finished developing, and his voice only squeaked part of the time. Being a demon child, this was, of course, quite normal. Being 67 was only the age for humans. In demon years, he was only 16. “Seraph, are you ready to show your devotion to the Rapticles Clan?”

“Yes sir.”

“Don't slip up," Garamound said only for Seraph to hear with a wink. He straightened his face to one void of expression and shouted, "Draw your weapons!” He raised his own sword above his head as they each drew their weapons and shouted, “PREPARE YOURSELF FOR BATTLE! WE WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH TO END THIS WAR!”

They all gave off a battle cry while releasing dark energy, and charged onto the battlefield.

*****

Each clan of all different races, both human and demon alike, joined with themselves to partake in the war. While the war was being fought on the battlefield and many lives were being lost, the elders of each clan met to try and sort out a way to compromise the land they lived on. They came to the conclusion of an accord. They called in the head knight of each race, or if they had been killed in battle, their oldest son or daughter would witness the signing. The accord said, “We, the elders of each race, whether it be human, demon, or a mix of both, have signed this accord as a sign of peace. The war of the clans is over. Each race will live in peace with each other, living in villages called ‘Dimensions’. Each of them will have a designated ruler, whether it be male or female. The ruler will be either the head knight or the head knight’s child, if the head knight has died in war.”

Seraph Asche, Exousia Skaa, daughter of Terrif Skaa, and many, many others witnessed the signing of the accord. Each of the witnesses was then made either Lord or Lady of their races’ Dimension.

And that was 400 years ago. Everything had run smoothly with absolutely no flaws ever since then… except for one Dimension. A Dimension called Delania. The humans that inhabited that Dimension were evil. They never agreed to the accord like their elder Telscha had. Delanians loved war. They loved to make their blades sing and cry out for the taste of blood. They loved the sound of an arrow being pulled back in its bow to be launched at the enemy in swarms like bees. But they lived in peace like they were told; only it was a bitter peace. Then, one day, a young Delanian named Lucifer came across a power that was forbidden to all those in Delania. It was a power that if you possessed enough strength on your own, you could open the 6 gates of Hell and rule the entire underworld if you could defeat the Almighty God of the Underworld. Lucifer, already attaining quite a bit of power, tried to open each gate. He got to the fifth one before he was defeated and flung back to his mortal body with so much force that it made the building he was in crumble around him.

When he was found, he was only sealed away instead of buried. No one could unseal him if they wanted to live. There was only one who could get away unscathed. One of green dragon blood who shows enough courage could do it, and only he could seal the monster away again.

So until then, Lucifer was seal away in a tomb, never withering away, and withstanding the destruction as his Dimension was destroyed around him. Waiting for the day to be brought back to the land of the living. Until then, he was doomed to walk the misty path of nothingness.