Prologue

People say that devils are fallen angels that came to be when they turned against God, jealous that he favoured humans above all else. They were wrong. God did not favour the humans, nor did he love them. God damned these people, and brought to them an inconceivable fate. And I, am the leader of the pitiful existence of humans. I am the leader of the race who was cursed. I am the queen of the damned.

God is dead. That is the one truth today in this post-apocalyptic time. Ten years ago, the heavens split and the earth opened up, and in the gateways came through the soldiers of good and evil. Or what we think we know them to be. Light came from above, but not because of what was originally promised, but because of war. The soldiers of God, those we know to be angels, with their white wings and garment came down bearing swords against the opposition. The entities that we have labeled devils rose up, bearing their own swords and weaponry, with long bat-like wings, two horns protruding from their forehead, and claws to tear you apart.

And so, the battle began.

Most humans did not survive even the coming of the two sides, having been swallowed by the earth, unto a sea of flames, or dazzled by the light and lost their life due to shock. The angels and devils fought it out, their ruler fighting it out in the heavens. Turmoil swept the land, the skies dark and only light was the flashes of thunder. Dead bodies, human, devil, and angel alike, littered the entire world. Humanity panicked, and did not know what to bring about in the situation. Some tried making communication with the angels, others with the devils. These people were either ignored, died as a result of interference, or simply killed. The angels rode majestic white horses, led by Michael, while the devils had on their side a red dragon, with seven heads adorned by ten horns, and atop his head, seven diadems, led by Beelzebub and Azazel, two revered to be close to their leader himself.

Man cowered in fear at a war they have never experienced, and beings they have never seen. The few who survived did whatever they had to in order to, either it be staying away from the battle as best as possible, or going as far to fight away the sides in order to live.

And then it ended.

For what seemed like forever, the war ended. With the death of both Lucifer and Yahweh (God), but in their final moments, they sent out a message to their people, giving them instructions. Lucifer gave his own respective message to the angered and mourning devils, while God…God spoke to the humans, disregarding the angels entirely. The few who survived were able to hear God’s voice in their head, telling them, instructing them. Little did they know, that in their awe and wonder, ahead would lie a sea of decaying chaos because of the simple gesture.

Heaven disappeared, and the earth closed. All that remained being the charred leftovers of the world, and the three sides, being human, devil, and angel. So, what did the three societies, all different in nature and belief do?

They did what it seems they were made for.

Fight.

Without guidance, the humans fought to defend themselves, within time, learning the languages of both sides, and developing ways to protect their lives. With the disappearance of their leaders, the power of both angels and devils weakened to a large degree, allowing humans to take the stage. The angels suffered a great loss, losing all the angels of the Kaballah, and the all the archangels, their leader being the highest ranking angel left, Samael. The devils suffered their own loss, losing their great dragon and both Azazel and Beelzebub, their leader Lillith. The two leaders being once twins, brother and sister, fought, and to this day, continue fighting, to remain existent.

Me?

I am the leader of the people that God has made weak and powerless, to be laid waste in the confines of battle. I am the Queen of the Damned, responsible for taking care of humanity, under Gods orders. I am Ashley Davies.