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Demons have plagued the minds of children, causing nightmares and dark thoughts, but they were never thought to be real. Everybody blamed them, but nobody truly believed in them. They were the metaphorical explanation for everything evil that went on inside of a person’s mind, but it was only a word made up for mystical, evil beings.
Everybody believes in them now.
A rift was created, and demons began pouring from it. The demons spoke of a place called Derse, though the humans knew it better as hell. They spoke of how grateful they were for a woman they called the Condesce. She was responsible for creating and maintaining the rift between worlds. She had the assistance of a great Lord of Time, a demon by the name of Lord English. Most humans are killed shortly after hearing this information first hand.
There are those that were prepared to fight against the demons. They knew how to fight and how to survive on their own. Those people are few and far between. Most that have made it long in this twisted apocalypse have made it by luck, usually without all of their family.
The luckiest were the children. They had adults that cared about them. Parents or guardians. They gave whatever they could to protect their children. Most of the time, it was their lives. Half of the world’s gradually decreasing population is made up of orphaned children. Most of them are too young to survive on their own. These orphans are found often, but are rarely taken in. One more mouth to feed, one more body to protect. It isn’t worth it. They die within a month. A lot of them come back as demons of their own.
The world is no longer safe, and there is no one to trust.