In a time long ago, the world was ruled not by nations nor by broken up land known as North, South, East, and West but by creatures of all kinds. For a long time, they lived in peace, each creature lending their strength to better serve the land.
But the land wasn't always giving in return, and soon evil seeped with greed through the cracks. The weak grew weaker, and the strong learned that power earns control, and all too soon, war broke out, and thus they learned who was predatory and who was pray.
The lands divided.
To the South, humans.
To the West, demons
To the East, Half breeds, born of humans and demons.
To the North, hells creature, also known as dark angles, born human but twisted by demonic vessels, void of human soul or heart.
They practically took out the humans, leaving only those with spiritual power as they could purify the creaturs, killing the demonic energy within.
As the dark ages passed, leaving very little life behind, the dark angles returned north and laid dormant while the demons took out their hatred for the half breeds, till only a few remained.
Demons were the strongest, but not even they could stop famine and infertility; as the land dried up, war between their kind broke out, separating the strongest bloodlines and the weakest. The weak-minded wanted to Enslave their own people the Inus would have none of that, and thus became it came the dominant family.
But with war and very few children being born, they two saw their numbers decline.
It seemed mother earth would forsake her children.
But a prophecy foretold of a jewel, one with the power to produce offspring of Celestial status.
But if she fell into the North's hands, they could twist her to unleash hell's fury and rule all four kingdoms.
But this jewel was foretold to be in the form of a human girl. The demons laughed at the prophecy as it came from the human tribes. After several thousand years, they did not fear losing power, and the weak lost all hope while the dark angles seemed to all but disappear; the only proof they were still there was a dark poison and a black dragon as a warning from the mountains.
The prophecy was forgotten. Power meant very little in the end, for what is power when you have no subject to rules and nothing to protect.
But then, 500 years later, a girl fell down a well.
