For centuries, there have always been people of all shapes, sizes, and colour. However, no one has ever thought that another species oculd be so similiar in looks to the human. Demons. Demons are widely known as the Devil's minions, if you are religious. Demons are just a religious way of stating the unknown. Humans fear the unknown, therefore making the unknown seem horrid and treatorous. In reality, they are nothing m ore than people, and frankly, they do more for the world than anyone could have ever dreamed...

1250 C.E.

In a dense forest, a solemn priestess roams alone. The tall and mossy trees surround her. She stands at 5'10 of average built. She lays her hand upon the largest of the trunks and her deep blue eyes follow up it to the thick brush of the tree.
"Hm..." She reaches up, moving her long, nearly black, hair, and grips onto one of the thick branches. She pulles herself up and sits on her knees on the branch. She carefully stands, as not to trip on her long blue dress, and reaches up to climb again. As she makes it up to the bed of the trunk, her speed increased. When she gripped the last branch her hand began to slip. "Damn!" She gripped harder and pulled herself up.
The bed of the tree was a flat area about 75 feet up into the tree surrounded by thick branches headed up towards the twilight heaven. The woman walked across the 12 foot wide opening and crouched to pick up a purple plant with oddly shaped leaves of blue.
"Perfect!" She smiled warmly, "5 more of these and I can make that"
"Luna...," a dark voice whispered.
Luna turned around and foudn nothing but the night approaching on the horizon. "Hm..." She looked around, grabbed her plants and dropped from the tree, landing perfectly on the ground. She storms off into the forest.