Forward
I have wandered this world for a very long time—far longer than you would imagine, and far longer than my appearance would ever suggest.
Some would call it a blessing. I call it a curse.
When you live long enough, you witness things no one should ever see. Empires rise and crumble. Entire bloodlines vanish. Cities burn. Wars begin, end, and begin again. In my case, it was worse than merely witnessing them.
I took part in them.
But that was the nature of the world I was born into—a world of chaos, bloodshed, and endless conflict. For centuries, gods and demons waged war against one another, and countless mortals were caught in the middle. To them, we were little more than pieces on a board, expendable soldiers in a game that neither side intended to lose.
It made little difference where a mortal’s loyalty lay. A demon’s blade and a god’s wrath killed with equal indifference.
Yet, in their own twisted way, the gods valued us more than the demons did.
They spoke to us. Guided us. Watched us.
And they discovered something unexpected.
Among humanity, a few were born different. Stronger. Gifted with powers capable of rivaling even the might of demons. Rare individuals who could stand where ordinary mortals would fall.
The gods saw potential in those people.
So they forged them into weapons.
They created the Caelestius.
