Introduction
Since the first scientific revolution, man has found ways to destroy religion with the math's of science. Tearing apart the very foundations of spirit and soul with digits and formulas. It has taken even the most loyal into men of tangibles. It has angered some and despaired many.
But even the most obvious, not matter how unrealistic, cannot be disproved. The fact that this world that the people are part of lies on a very thin line of separation is one of those blatantly obvious facts. On one side, you have the wavering hold of law and order, the realm of the humans. On the other you have the unruly chaos of unrivaled anarchy of the demons.
As the people of science tried to make heads and tails of these mythical creatures, several other organizations vowed to protect the people under the name of God and fought for the sake of humanity. The scared group of warriors of the Sacred Capital City of Rotar, in the city-state of Dyfan have pledged their allegiance to the ignorant masses and given help and reprieve whenever possible. At two separate intervals, a single man has prevented the arise of one of the most powerful demons from the dark realms, Azrial.
But peace can only last for so long and the dark ones try to raise up to the surface again to hunt for the flesh of humans.
One man, the same man who stopped Azrial, now the forefront of the Rotar forces, fights with compassion in his heart and rage in his eyes. Thousands of his followers have been slain now, even he can only protect so many. With the Maiden, Arcia, at his side, he fights hordes of demons from the nether realm.
But one thing puzzles him. The creatures that come are completely different then the ones he was used to. They looked more sinister in nature and disfigured in body. Almost as if they were rushed delivery ordered.
Who controlled these fouls bests, he didn't know, but by God he vowed to find out.