This is a tale that you humans have passed down through uncounted generations... It tells of a war of unmatched scale and ferocity, the likes of which would never be seen again.

One dark, fateful day, the earth cracked wide and malevolent forces rushed forth from the fissure. They mounted a brutal assault upon the surface people, driving the land into deep despair... They burnt forests to ash, choked the lands sweet springs, and murdered without hesitation.

They did all this in their lust to take the ultimate power protected by Her Grace, the goddess. The power she guarded was without equal. Handed down by gods of old, this power gave its holder the means to make any desire a reality. Such was the might of the ultimate power that the old ones placed it in the care of the goddess.

To prevent this great power from falling into the hands of the evil swarming the lands, the goddess gathered the surviving humans on an outcropping of earth. She sent it skyward, beyond the reach of the demonic hordes. Beyond even the clouds.

With the humans safe, the goddess joined forces with the land dwellers and fought the evil forces, sealing them away. At last, peace was restored to the surface…

However, you humans have been told lies created by your despicable goddess for generations upon generation! This foolish tale is merely your goddess' depraved way of justifying the slaughtering of my people, and I shall now tell you the true tale of the surface.

Suddenly, a door was slammed open and the light switch was flipped on. Squeaking, the authoress turned around and proceeded to glare at her OC.

"Kree, what are you doing here?!I'm busy trying to think of a good demonic version of this!" She growled, pointing at the computer screen. With a roll of his eyes, Kree shoved her out of the way and started typing at a ridiculously fast pace. A minute later, he turned, stuck his tongue out at the authoress, and walked out, slamming the door behind him. The authoress peered at the screen, and quickly read the new paragraphs.

For millennia, demons have inhabited the surface, enduring raids of the sky dwellers, the humans. Your goddess ordered them to attack us and steal our greatest treasure, the Triforce.

Our ruler, Demise, was a kind and just king, who hated to see his people suffering. Our king led the counterattack himself, and distracted the goddess so that the magicians could complete the ritual to lock the goddess Hylia and her cursed humans above the clouds.

However, Hylia noticed the demons' plan and cast a spell to seal the magicians away. King Demise threw himself in the way of her spell, sacrificing his life for the benefit of the demons. Only the heir of the demon throne can undo the seal placed on Demise, and the king had no relatives to name as his heir.

That leaves only one way to undo the spell. Someone with incredible wisdom, power, and courage must pass the trials set in place by the demon god, and then they must be granted the cursed flame of the three demon dragons.

Only then will the great demon god Asher bestow his blessing upon the chosen one.

That was a hundred years ago, and still no one has been deemed worthy. Countless have attempted the trials, but not one could pass even the first of the many tests. However, that's all about to change…

Blinking, the authoress said, "Huh. It's actually not that bad." Looking out at a currently empty auditorium, the authoress said, "Please let me know what you think!"