Humanity is often said to be corrupted by sin. From the supposed start of their story, treachery, murder and betrayal quickly became a defining trait of that young race. Fanciful stories to most people, but few could ever deny that their fellow man and woman were not capable of awful things, when push came to shove. Hell, even on an ordinary day, all across the world, discord was a common enough occurrence for it to just seem normal. People argued, fought and were selfish to extents varying wildly.

Harmless annoyances, many believed. Yes, name calling and vain actions did not harm the world per say, but as wars waged eternal, crime and cruelty went ignored in all parts of the globe, and as Humanity made the same mistakes that had been etched throughout history, it was clear that this ambitious but flawed species was as corrupt and sinful as all the old tales had described them as such.

Pain and evil simply was, as it ever had been. So why worry? How could one of the fundamental characteristics of the Human race be changed? And should it be even?

Not really, the world of today had decided. The quality of life could always be improved, and the striving to improve technology was a noble enough goal as any other. Yet when it came to purifying the crimes and faults of Humanity as a whole, then that was just laughable, childish thinking. They had made it this far even when the world had erupted into global war on too many occasions and on the whole, the world was a better place to be in than in any other periods of history.

The future, relatively, was bright.

Until it wasn't.

It started as it had done before. Geo political tensions. Anger and frustration. Mistrust and anger. Whole hosts of predictable issues that plagued the nations of the world, piling up until an unrestrained boiling point. History repeating itself, but this time, cursed by progress made in previous years, war this time was more destructive, more violent and more expansive then it ever had been before. The glory of mankind had been its connectivity and technological innovations. These accomplishments however, could easily be turned against them. Tools made for peace and prosperity, now reduced to furthering destruction on a scale never before seen.

The planet had been afflicted by an ago old curse, and that curse was Humanity.

Hell had come to Earth. Yet curiously, such an event occurred long before the first shot was fired.

It had started when one man, far more ambitious and possibly foolish than most, perhaps carelessly decided his solitude was not enough. That his ordinary life was lacking. Naturally, this resulted in the journeying into Hell itself, just so he may return not only alive, but with many other lives by his side.

Unbelievable to most, if not all, but the man now known as the Helltaker had ventured into the fiery pit of despair, and had emerged complete with a harem of literal Demons. Why the taker felt he could not continue life excluding not only a harem, but one consisting entirely of those evil creatures, few could say. This man had become determined though, and only when his house was rammed full of horned beings, determined to cause chaos, torment and unholy messes, had the Helltaker thought his life more fulfilled.

So was this the spark that ignited the beginning of the end? Alas, it was not. Demons, however powerful they were, unsurprisingly did not think themselves needed when it came to the bickering and fights of Humanity. No, the mortals could kill themselves fine without demonic influence. In fact, contrary to what many would believe, the new Earth bound demons had not set themselves to corrupt Humanity on some global scale. As far as they were concerned, Humans had done quite well on their own, in this regard. They were simply here along for the ride. To sit back and chill, and revel in the sin that had become far too normalised over the centuries.

Furthermore, with booming populations, and evil committed as naturally as breathing was, life in Hell itself was quite the chore. It was a busy and unending lifestyle, as unending as the lives of Demon's were in fact. The underworld, was, in a word, overloaded. So when some overly audacious man came down, far from the end of his life, and had the foolish courage enough to take what he wanted so that his home may become some hotel of hell on Earth, few demons could say no to this chance of adventure, or even decline a man who was either a pioneering spirit that mustered more strength than any of his kind, or was a nutcase that had still manifested those said qualities.

Such unheard of experiences, even to the lives of an immortal. So imagine when this anomaly of a soul had fulfilled his quest, but also brought his new family into a world overflowing with burning tension. It would make the monotony of Hell, with its demanding workload, seem like the most boring place in the universe.

When the first missiles were fired, when the treads of tanks began rolling and when the societies of Earth mobilised for a third world war, this Demon harem, already amazed at what Humanity had sent them thus far, could not hardly contain their excitement.

The world was on fire.

And the creatures of Hell felt right at home.