"Most are refugees of the war. Angels and Demons that never wanted to fight. They just want to live in peace, and some don't want to live at all... But they make it through." He said, sitting forward. "Humans were hand crafted by God and The Devil. Their perfect creation. All the other animals were formed through Evolution. But Humans were crafted to never experience Evolution." He then stood up, stretching. "Ever since the Humans were created, there's been a war about who the Humans should be loyal to. The Devil wants them to carry out his destruction. God wants them to praise him forever. When Humans chose Neither, the two forces went into an all out war to try to force the Humans to one side. That's where the Protectors come in. No one knows who the first was. We don't pick a side, because we protect the Humans freedom to choose. Honestly, I don't know why we still do it. I don't question it. All I know is that I am a Protector, and I know what I was meant to do." He then picks up his sword, and sets it on a table, inspecting the handle.