Prologue
What would you do if a stranger, glowing a harsh gold color, walked up to you, staring straight into your eyes, and asked you: Would you like to be an angel?
This was the start of all of the events that were to happen, both the horrific, and the blissful.
I can show you what happened, tell you all about my story; their story. But I'll warn you, I'll try to warn you, about everything with three measly sentences. They are no joke. They are real. And they most definitely will come after you.
If I had not been approached by that stranger, I would have stayed as oblivious as you are now. I would never have noticed what was going on in the high sky above, or in the deep depths of the drowning soil. I would never have known. But I do know, and it must be known. So I am telling you now. The story of the rulers of the clouds, and the devils underneath.
Don't say that I didn't warn you, my friend.
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