Chapter 2.
It all started when there was a great war between two sets of demons, just like you humans have your various wars with each other. But this was the biggest war the Demonata had ever seen. Demons in their millions were being killed, and for many years, there was nowhere to shelter. The demons' numbers had dropped dramatically. There were only a few thousand left of all demons. But war continued. One set of demons didn't realise that in the next year or so, every demon could be wiped off the Universe. However, the other set did. That set was my people. There was only about one thousand of us left across the Universe. Before the war started, there was over a million. We realised that our enemy was not going to stop, even though we had tried to make a treaty with them. We seeked shelter. But we'd seeked shelter for eight years, since the war started. But there was nowhere to shelter. We knew we were sharing the Universe with other forms less intelligent than us, but we'd never found them. We thought that they could provide shelter for us. But there was no way of finding them.
At the time of this great war, I was not alive. I had not been born. But I would soon come into the story. Our kind, since the beginning of time, had been very religious. We worshiped a demonic God. In our clan, we had many prophets. They claimed that our Demon God had spoken to them. He had left them a message. The message was quite simply:
A meek will come. Follow him.
Straight away, our prophets knew what was happening. They rushed to tell our King. Our King was very old, and, at the time, was ready to die any second. When he heard the news, he smiled, closed his eyes and passed away in his throne. He could finally die happily, knowing that his people would be safe, as God had sent them a hero to guide them out of war, and help them re-build them homes, and increase their numbers. Nothing happened for two months, and our numbers dipped further. Until there was about six hundred of us. Then, one day, an old Demoness, who had lost her husband many years back, suddenly became pregnant. The clan immediately knew it was the meek sent to guide them out of war. Another two months passed by, as the meek developed. The, one quiet, peaceful afternoon, the old Demoness gave birth to the meek. She died. She was too old to give birth once again. And so, the meek did not have a mother. The meek cried. The meek screamed. It shook. And finally, it rested. The meek turned to reveal its face for the first time. The meek was me. I was sent to save our clan.