In the beginning, God made his angels. They were sent to the earth to make and shape wonders beyond the human memories. The were content with their marvels, constantly creating, even the angels of death created an after life for the souls of creations that died away to make room for more. The angels were given powers over different aspects of the world, allowing them to group together in order to create even greater marvels.
Then God made man. The angels were not allowed to interact with the humans directly, but were told that the humans were to be loved, protected and educated in the ways of the world in which the angels had created. This is where the problems started. Lucifer, the highest of angels, preached of the unfairness in which the Lord had tasked them, for the humans were clumsy, destructive, and slow to learn. A rebellion grew, not directly at first, but in the form of angels coming to the humans directly. When the loyal angels moved in force to stop them, the war began.
Epic wars raged from the bowels of the earth to the depths of space as the angels battled those who were once their friends. Some fought to uphold the word of God, some fought for the love of the humans, and some fought to simply stay out of the war. In the end, however, the power of the almighty is absolute, and the rebels were cast into exile. Then god turned on those that refused to fight and bound them into exile as well. Only lucifer escaped exile, left to walk among the humans he had fought for.
The morning star was clever, however, and tried to take matters into his own hands. Though stripped of his main powers, Lucifer knew the power of faith, and the ignorance of human superstition. He taught the humans a ritual to pull his strongest generals out of exile in hopes of renewing his fight. When the generals were brought, however, he learned two important things that changed everything. First, the pull of exile required the fallen angels to be bound to the world by an anchor. He got around this by first using humans as living hosts, but the human body was to fragile to contain the power of the great generals. He then had the humans build great idols to hold the fallen angels essence. Next he discovered the great generals had not fared well in exile. The came completely insane and with a burning hatred for him. The humans worship of the idols gave them great power, and made them far too powerful for the Morning Star to send back. He managed to erase all traces of the summoning ritual, but not before many such Earthbound demons had been created.
Meanwhile, locked in a realm without light, sound, or substance, the remaining fallen are left in a numbing existence. Their former leaders and elders had abandoned them, and they have nothing to keep them occupied except their memories and thoughts. Many either have gone, or are going insane. Many are bitter at either God, the loyal humans, Lucifer and the elders, or themselves. Centuries of plans have been made and forgotten as the fallen sit. Destroy the world they created in a bitter rage. Come to the humans aid once again, or simply return to the jobs they once had and enjoyed. Though the number of fallen that believed their freedom would come some day shrank more and more over the years, some remained ever vigilant.
Then something happened. A crack appeared in the wall to exile. A small one. But one none the less. Hope renewed, some demons threw themselves at the crack. It was too small for them to break through except the smallest and weakest of their kind. These lowly escapees are the main characters of this tale. Known as the fallen.
The fallen were quick to grasp the concept of possessing humans to fight the pull of exile, and learn the means of its execution. Finding a willing mortal to take you in is not usually hard in these desperate times, though their circumstances are not likely to be ideal. Though you possess the human, and have control of its body, it's emotions are a constant presence, assaulting your mind if you roam too far from what it is comfortable with. The human form, though slightly bolstered by your presence, is still mortal, and if it is destroyed, you will be launched back into exile.
The world is nothing like what you created, most of it being destroyed or corrupted, and actual faith has become a rare commodity. Worst (or best for some) is the distinct absence of the creator. His love, his power, and his presence seems to have been washed from the world. Where this ensures your safety from his judgment, you do not have access to the faith in him that you all once shared. You must go out and make your own worshippers.
Another change, that many do not realize until it is too late, is your vulnerability. For while your essence is eternal, it can still be sent back into exile, and there are many in the modern world that seek to send you there.
Can you survive the modern world in your mortal body?
Can you build a following of true believers to regain your lost power?
Do you seek to destroy the humans that have wrecked your glorious works?
Do you seek to educate the humans and try to work together to save the dying world?
Or does your bitterness and hatred drive you to complete destruction of everything the all mighty created?
You will play a fallen. No Earthbound, no hunters, no other supernatural, and no nephilim.