hello id like to thank you if your bothering to read this. this is my first fanfic and im sorry if its rubbish. this is based of off reversal demonstuck au and ill try my best to make it interesting. currently there are no pairing but if there is one you would like feel free to say so, im also open to criticisms. thanks again arahs sorry for spelling mistakes if the is any.

chapter 1 prologue

There was once a time were humanity lived in peace. Their was balance and order, there were the poor and the rich. The rulers of the others. But as time progressed, so did humanity. Order fell and old teachings were forgotten, some drifting off into myths and legends no longer seen as teachings they once were. Others, well they were forgotten completely. Left to the darkness of a void that humanity could never reach. To the abyss were certain things dwelled.

There was once a time where there was an certain order that kept this peace. These were men, each wielding swords and daggers possessing amazing skill in the arts. Some dark others light. These men were the protectors of humanity, the ones that stood in the darkness, hidden and forgotten. But never were they alone.

Creatures dwelled in the abyss, creatures that we would call demons. They had pointed ears, much like those of the ones we describe elf's having. The ones little children talked about in the stories. But these demons were not the ones from these stories we talk of. They were not men who were built so strong, neither were they ones with horns and goat legs. No those were the satyr. Other creatures of the realm. However these demon were extinct and forgotten. Ones that had perished far beyond the darkness of both this realm and the next.

You see, there was only really one race of demons that strived in the world. These ones were the ones that took shape of a human; they walked, talked even acted as if they were humanoid. But no matter how they acted they were never apart of the mundane world. In fact these demons, their class were never named. They were what you could call the nameless, though to the mundane all demons were the same and never needed or deserved a name.

During the time of kings and queens, the knights fought off these demons. They killed, tortured and even exorcised them. To the point that they were at the brink of extinction themselves. Much like other races. Those that were left retreated in to the abyss. Never to reveal themselves, never stepping out into the light. It had seemed that the hope that had once been lost for humanity was returned, with no sign of the demons the mundane celebrated and rejoiced. They practically worshiped the ones that had perished all the foul demons, spawn of Satan.

Soon just like everything else, the stories and tales of demons, even the knowledge slowly passed. Andover time they were only remembered by those who were born to the demon hunters. . And once again just like the demons they once hunted, the hunters faded into the darkness.

However as time moved on so did the human race. Leaving just the demon hunters that still remained in their wake. Unlike the demons they had hunted, the hunters hadn't quite perished just yet. Indeed though they were little in number and more spread out amongst the new advance civilizations and cities they still existed. They still fought demons Unknown to the humans of the modern worlds. These demons were lower class, but still attacked the world just a little more discreetly than they used to.

Of course, hunters still lived ordinary lives, still had friends and family. Though they manly consisted of hunters alike, they still had to make a living; they had to have a backup plan for life. Hunting was not something someone could easily speak of without being called crazy. It wasn't something that could easily be done either. And as the human race advanced in technology and ideas, so did the hunters.

Unfortunately there can never be too many positives without negatives, can there? So along with the humans and hunters, demons too advance. Some adapting their guises, becoming modern day pets and animals, others just adapting in the way they lived their lives and how they went about business. And of course the nameless couldn't be forgotten either could they. Oblivious to most hunters, the demons returned to the modern world. Just a little different than they were before. They too had adapted, and they to still hid in the darkness. Some were still ruthless killers hiding behind the masks of murders and other criminals. Others were what could be called more modest, wanting only to live in peace, to not be what they are.

Though that wasn't something that could be achieved.

There were two places know to both the demons and hunters. These were the hot spots for both of the races. These places were the moons above skaia, the planet now inhabited by both the humans and demons after certain events, events to be discussed in another time. Maybe.

The two moons were called Prospit and Derse. One yellow the other pink. These moons were the dreamers went once slumber had taken them. Here they would wake up in their dreams selves, were they did many important things.

Well it was more of a place where they could escape everything. You see there lives were connected to there dream selfs. Though nothing would happened to them if their dreams selves died and the same way reversed. They were just an extension of themselves. Even demons had this connection to their dream selves.

Prospit in all its yellow glory was the dream moon of the demons, a place consider safe for its inhabitants. Well most. Demons as they were didn't need to sleep as much as the humans that they killed or in some cases tolerated and lived in their society with. Demon classes as a whole had more strength than that a human and had more stamina, as well as increase energy levels meaning the need to sleep, Though still an instinct and a need, wasn't something they need to do on a regular basis. Most demons chose against sleeping & some chose to sleep nightly like humans, either way it wasn't an essentially need for their survival. This is a reason they can be more dangerous. Some could consider them nocturnal, due to them being more active at night time. Demons weren't allergic to the sun, just didn't have as much as a tolerance to it as a human would. They could get along fine and live in the sun, just after a while there eyes could hurt. But by this time demons had lived in the sun for so long, it no longer bothered them. This is a problem at times for hunters.

Hunters on the other hand would awake on Derse, in its marvels pink beauty. And of course due to them being human, they had to fulfill their humane needs for survival .however like demons hunters would genetically have more strength and stamina that a natural human, due to their genetics and being bread for this sort of thing. However even with increase strength and stamina, it still wasn't a match for demons. Which is why hunters trained from a very young age, they had to learn how to be more like a demon in speed and strength and mind if they were going to be able to take them down. Hunters did have an advantage in their sleep pattern. They could go long periods of time without sleep, and still be up to normal. But the need to sleep was something they couldn't escape.

Everyone had to sleep as some time; it's an instinct that cannot be escaped. Even for a demon.

But enough of that for now. After all wasn't it about time that you got on with the story. What sort of story teller would I be, if I let the simplest part of biology or history get in the way? These facts weren't important at the current time.

Perhaps that it was indeed about time that you let the final show commence. Or at least got it started before you had to make your departure from this world. Wouldn't you?

Maybe not for you, but it was considered rude to let the master wait. Of course at the present time you'd needn't worry yourselves with that. Yet.

After all there still was the tale of demons and mundane at hand. Hopefully you'd wish it to be as good of a show as I do.

What you see in front of you is a frame, a steel frame at that. Of course it would only be natural for a frame to contain a picture, but at the moment no such thing exists. You cannot see anything but an empty black void, which is such a shame. Technology never seemed to work properly nowadays. Some of you may have already figured out that this frame is the fourth wall, how you know I don't quite know. And for those that didn't, well it was a new piece of information you had acquired. Always a good thing to learn.

However we still had the issue of the fourth wall being broken. Except hasn't it always been broken?

Other than that it was still a picture frame which contains a picture none the less, and every picture tells a story.

Sometimes we don't like the ending

Sometimes we don't understand it.

thank for reading ill try and update soon.