Sion Vanders stood amongst a crowd of those like him. Dressed in a black top and fitted light wash denim jeans, his blue-ish green eyes stared forward. Their lordship was speaking, and it had to be important. A few people around him chattered and gossiped about what it could all be for, and the point of so many demons gathered in one area. A fight was bound to break out, with all these high-class demons that thought they were too good to be even breathing the same air as a low-class demon. Sion was a high class demon himself, but the reasons he got the actual place he is now is quite debatable. Some claimed it was his looks, which would be the easiest of all alternatives to assume. Demons could shape their forms at will the more powerful they became, which was a tell-tell sign of a demon’s class. The more distorted with horns and facial features deemed unappealing or unattractive, the lower they were. He would be mistaken as a human if someone did not know him prior to the meeting.
Their lordship, Vaylor was telling them of years past, eons before any of us had been born, fallen, or changed into demons. Describing wars, and hardships and times where the two worlds of Angels and Demons were one, and once divided had to come together to stop an ancient force known as the unknown. High archangels with knowledge of The Lost Arts.
Demons groaned at the thought of tangling with the Angels, and Sion couldn’t help but sigh slightly. He had heard stories about them – The Enlightened. It must have been getting out of hand to have to team up with the Angels. The speech was soon over, and they made their way towards The Heavens to meet up with their better halves.
Their lordship, Vaylor was telling them of years past, eons before any of us had been born, fallen, or changed into demons. Describing wars, and hardships and times where the two worlds of Angels and Demons were one, and once divided had to come together to stop an ancient force known as the unknown. High archangels with knowledge of The Lost Arts.
Demons groaned at the thought of tangling with the Angels, and Sion couldn’t help but sigh slightly. He had heard stories about them – The Enlightened. It must have been getting out of hand to have to team up with the Angels. The speech was soon over, and they made their way towards The Heavens to meet up with their better halves.