Prologue: Demons in the hands of Angry Gods
In the dark, deathly world of the demons where life was barren and happiness was all but outlawed, there was an immense fortress as large as a mountain at least. Deep within this fortress lived one of the most powerful demon lords to ever exist in the world of Donbarrja. This particular demon lord was not only powerful, but tact and sly with his moves as if he was playing a chess game for his own life. His enemies were the gods themselves; the ones who brought sunshine and happiness wherever they went. The thought sickened him to no end, and he planned to wipe out their idea for a perfect world once and for all. He planned on destroying their own stronghold in Astralla in one swift strike that would wipe out their pitiful existence and their pathetic leader, Azzuria.
He had recently gathered his forces, and planned to destroy all that the gods worked to accomplish. These naîve ideals of innocent races that were given free will was madness, and those foolish immortals were blind to think they were doing the right thing here with stopping the demons from taking over their world. What the gods failed to realize was that they were only prolonging the inevitable with their tactics of protecting those weak, pathetic creatures they created. The more intellectual demons had twisted and corrupted life like that of the gods' creations, but under their control. These beautiful abominations were and much stronger and than any of the weak mortals in the world.
Unfortunately for him, as he was planning to order his troops to mobilize for their final attack, he heard an explosive crack in the air, and heard some of his fellow demons scream that there was an attack on the front gates. He quickly made his way to the front with no guards escorting him since he sent them all to join in the defense, but by the time he arrived it was too late. Most of his strongest warriors were wiped out by an army of gods and mortals that gathered to destroy the demon's final stronghold.
He was enraged from seeing his plans being taken apart like sand in the hands of a child and fought back against them with bloodlust like no other demon had shown before. However, even after he managed to wipe out untold hundreds of them, he was still eventually brought to his knees and shackled with the strongest spells in creation placed on him to take his powers away in this world.
As the demon lord lay bound and defeated, the leader of the gods appeared and stood before him, her almost perfect face glaring down at him with the collective anger of creation flaring in her eyes. "Appollyon! You are a complete monster and a blight on creation! You planned to drain all the life and happiness from the world and make life itself your unwilling slave. And for what? Power? Revenge? If we could, we would put you down like the rest of your appalling race...but you are far too dangerous to simply kill and be seen as a martyr for your comrades to rally behind. No...death is too lenient a sentence. Your punishment...is eternal imprisonment in the world above, and you shall never see the light of day. Be gone, and contemplate your rebellious existence amidst a sea of white!" she bellowed, before the demon lord was knocked out by the two gods of war and sent to his new eternal home in the world of mortals, where he would spend the rest of his days in solitude in a decrepit floating prison in the middle of nowhere, where he would never be found...or so he thought.