Angel's and demons had been at war for as long as both races had been around. Battles here, battles there, but never a full out war. Until now, that is. The war ragged hot, and terrible. Both sides put all their power between it, fighting on the very place they both wish to rule. Earth. 

They seemed not to care for the humans themselves, but rather seemed focused on killing the other. Destroying the other race. Death's started to pile up. 

Niesha, a warriors daughter,blood of an archangel, had been prepared to fight her whole life. She had trained since she was five, and had earned a blade to call her own. She had been on Earth mere weeks when she had her first kill. She had expected to feel fulfilled for killing the vile demons, instead she felt wrong. Since that day, she avoiding fighting as much as she could, for she didn't seen what would be gained by this war. As far as she could see, both races were on the path to total annihilation, and the humans were in the middle, trying to survive. This wasn't honorable, this fighting, like she had been told it would be. No, this fighting was just that. Fighting. 

She instead trained troops, and went scouting. At the present time, she was sitting in what was deemed her home, a small apartment in a building that many angel's occupied. She stared at her wall, thinking. She didn't know how much longer she could stand this war, and just wanted it to stop. 

Damien, demon born, did enjoy fighting. He was born to a demon mother and father. He enjoyed the war between his kind, and the Angel born. And yet, he thought it was worthless. To him, there always had to be angels. It was just a balance thing. What would demons do, without Angel kind? 

He walked across a field, pondering this. He had a broad sword strapped to his back, and his dark hair fell in his eyes, which he brushed away. You wouldn't tell by looking at Damien that he was a demon. Many times he had been told he "Had the face of an angel" to which he had always laughed.