A World Divided

The End

The number of Demons killed was like trying to count how many people were killed in every war combined. The Demons NEVER would have imagined such a thing happening. By the end of the battle, Raphael was lying on his back trying to recover himself but it was too late. The Demons gathered around him and shot everything that they had. Raphael took so much damage that after the explosion of his body, the pieces were warm and impossible for a human to hold. "We won?" The Demons looked around and seen no sign of any Angel form. "We won the battle, yes, but our ancient has died and that is something that will live with us forever." The Demons gathered around and for the ancient, did what they have done for centuries. They created chaos all across the world. The amount of chaos in the world was so high, the chaos took its own form that the Demons called Demogorgon (Humans know him as Satan.) The Demons obeyed his every word declaring him as leader. Demogorgon became so powerful that the amount of strength in every Demon times 5 still doesn't compare to the strength of Demogorgon. The Demogorgon began to speak with words that only Demons could understand. To Humans, their ears would have been blown off. "Your journey will be long and full of destruction. I, Demogorgon, will bring you so much chaos that even we Demons will be worried about the chaos." The Demons knew that they would forever be happy. The world was put according to how the Demons live. All the neatness of the world vanished and was replaced with darkness. The organization that the Angels created was destroyed and replaced with extreme mess and low form of chaos. Demons forever then called this place home. (This place is called Hell to mortals.) The Angels that weren't in the battle found mutiny in the creation of hell. In response, the Angels created their own world. (This place is called Heaven to mortals.) From that day on, the Demons and Angels spent their time waiting and planning, waiting and planning for the right attack at the right moment. The Demons grew stronger with each corrupted thought of mortals. The Angels grew stronger with each heart blessed. Until the Demons and Angels finally create peace, the worlds of the mortals will forever pay for it.