<span style="font-style: italic">How does one define good? And how does one define evil? Is either truly what they appear to be? Or is what we consider "good" truly evil? And what is considered "evil" truly good? That is the conflict that comes up when heaven and hell decide that the human realm...is their new battle ground. Where evil is on the side of the humans. Which is ironic considering how evil supposably wishes for human souls to go to hell rather than heaven. Where good has decided humankind is beyond saving and is no longer worth protectin. Which is ironic considering they are supposably the ones who keep us alive and safe. Which brings the question to mind...which side are you on?</span><br/><br/>His bird had been his eyes since that day many years ago. The day when his drunken abusive father killed his mother when heâ€™d been only 4 years old. That had been twenty years ago. But he remembered very wellâ€¦the last image heâ€™d ever see was the image of the blood pooling beneath his mother after his father stabbed her. Then the fire was setâ€¦and though heâ€™d survived without any scars or major burns for the remaining years of his lifeâ€¦heâ€™d never see again. His eyes had suffered from the flamesâ€¦and no amount of surgery would ever be able to repair that damage.<br/><br/>And now for however many that was now that the war between demon and angel that has affected humankindâ€¦he would use his best friendâ€¦his white birdâ€¦as his eyes. His other senses worked wellâ€¦too well. For he was now an outcast among most other humans. His senses mutated to being able to understand what his bird tells him. And so that he could use his remaining sensesâ€¦to keep his ass alive. His bird was called Ariyus. And Ariyus had never failed him in the twenty years heâ€™d had him. He continues his journey through the smoking and smoldering wreckage that was his hometown. It had been the first of manyâ€¦to be destroyed on the first day ofâ€¦The Armagedon War. Darius continues walking. He was heading from his hometownâ€¦and deeper into the war ridden lands of the human realm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00FF">Siresa flies through the area between heaven and earth. She was unsure why your kind wished for the end of the humans. They had spent many milleniums protecting them. So she was conflicted. Was their goal for destruction of the humankindâ€¦really the right decision? And were they really in the rightâ€¦to destroy what theyâ€™d protected for just as many milleniums. She didnâ€™t want to hurt anyone. Didnâ€™t want to destroy the humans. They were so interesting and creative and wellâ€¦unique. She wished that everyone could just get along. She hated fightingâ€¦even didnâ€™t like fighting demons. She sighs and resumes her flying. Continues searching for something to do. And some way to stay out of the war. She wasnâ€™t completely believing that her angelkindâ€¦had the right to end the humankind. She wasnâ€™t sure what was right or wrong anymore. She lands down in the human realm. Hiding her white wings inside her spine. And then continues to walk.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">He looks around. He was the demon version of the angels reaper. And he laughs at his weaker counterparts decisions. The guy was like his opposite. He may be evilâ€¦but he did have good intentions at times. Just because the good intentions ended up having bad consequences for everyone involved minus himâ€¦didnâ€™t mean he was trying to do evil. It was in his nature to be evil. Though he tried hard since the start of the new war between Heaven and Hell to not be AS evil. He grins. Walking calmly through the streets. Scythe in hand. He carries it in plain view. As if daring someone to try and make him be rid of it. Or to arrest him as humans were known for doing to each other. He grins. And continues his strolling  along pace. And grins. Watching humans stare at him with wide, nervous, and fearful eyes. It didnâ€™t bother himâ€¦that much.</span>