Author's Notes: This is my first big story for the Supernatural fandom. Once I got the idea, I couldn't get it out of my head so here we are! Please review and let me know what you think!

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Prologue

Humanity has always been cursed. Cursed with despair and hardship. Cursed with a will to live and love. But the heaviest of humanities burdens is the curse of knowledge. Knowledge of what lurks in the dark. Knowledge something with claws or fangs is patiently waiting for a victim to saunter by.

But in this world, knowledge is power. Lords of the lands use what they know to protect those within the walls of their keeps; some better than others. Stories and lore are passed down through generations of fighting and survival. That is how humanity has prospered. How they've been able to fight back against the chaos monsters bestow for the right to simply live.

But one thing has threatened that right more than any other creature. They come in the form of pure black smoke. Once human souls corrupted by centuries of torture in the fires of Hell until darkness and hate overpower light and love. Until they were beyond saving. Until they ceased to be human. So many have fallen to the demons. Their bodies no longer theirs to control as pandemonium spreads to every corner of the Earth.

But humanity has never been alone in this battle. Ancient warriors of Heaven, nearly as old as creation itself, have kept the demons from ravaging their father's work completely. All without being seen. Needing permission to walk among their charges in secret, the angels fight for humankind and all they have to offer.

The clashes of Heaven and Hell are the stories told to children all knowing the small truths they hold. Believing the world stood a chance so long the angels fought for them. Even if there were innocent casualties along the way.

But it was that unfounded faith and devotion that blinded everyone. No one noticed the shadows darkening. The stars peppering the sky becoming dimmer. The ominous sense of doom growing so slowly, not a single soul, human nor creature, felt its strength multiplying.

Only when it was too late the absence of hope and happiness become apparent

Only when all living beings witnessed a long foretold prophesy come into fruition. The flash of pure white light covering the night sky caused most to shield their eyes in protection. It lasted mere seconds, but the world would be forever changed. Gazes were drawn to the Heavens once more as a hot streak of light raced across the stars falling, falling, falling ever closer to the ground before disappearing completely. In that moment, all was clear.

The last angel of Heaven had fallen to the demons.

Panic brewed as kings and lords made feeble attempts to assure their people not all was lost; that humanity was not doomed to Hell on Earth. But their words could only do so much. It wasn't long before reports of demon attacks and large scale possessions were sent to any who listened. Entire keeps found abandoned with only the smell of sulfur left behind.

At first humanity struggled. But as time progressed, years of experience and ancient lore allowed people to fight back and to carry on the fight angels had died for. But a human was no angel. Even with various blades to killed demons, the black eyes of the dammed still marched forward gathering territory and ravaging random places as if in search of something. Rumor quickly spread they were scouring for a weapon that would end the war. Little human effort was put into searching for the fabled weapon since survival was the priority.

But no matter how far fetched the rumors, they sparked hope that was lost with the fall of the last angel. It gave something for people to hold onto in times of dire need. It gave them something to believe in again; that humanity will one day be saved.