The Spiritual World. To most mortals, the name evokes images of the afterlife—a tranquil realm where spirits rest after death. But that belief could not be further from the truth. The spirits of the dead never reach the Spiritual World. That domain belongs to beings far older, far more powerful, and infinitely more dangerous: the fallen angels.
Long ago, these beings served God with unwavering loyalty. They were His first creations, majestic and radiant, woven from light and bound by divine purpose. But not all angels remained faithful. Some sought knowledge forbidden to them. Some attempted to defy God's will. Others simply craved power.
Their rebellion was answered with divine judgment. God, the Creator of all things—seen and unseen—stripped them of their celestial nature and cast them into the Spiritual World. There, they became what mortals call demons. The Spiritual World was not a mirror of Heaven's peace. It was a chaotic, suffocating plane of raw energy and turmoil. A prison made from God's very own hands.
Though some demons still clung to fragments of their former selves—even compassion—most became vessels of hatred, driven by a singular obsession: revenge. They desired to destroy the God who cast them out. And so they trained, they waited, they plotted.
Meanwhile, the angels remained loyal. They were tall, radiant beings with glowing white wings and identical appearances—clad in shining robes of white, wielding pure white swords and golden shields forged from the strongest celestial metal. They were not born warriors, but each was capable of battle when necessary. Unlike demons, they vastly outnumbered their corrupted counterparts. There were millions of angels, a host so vast that Heaven gleamed like a sea of stars.
Demons, in contrast, were few—perhaps only a thousand in number. But where angels were uniform, demons were chaotic. Each had a unique appearance, size, color, weapon, and power signature. And unlike angels, they trained ceaselessly, perfecting the art of war.
God lives above Heaven, beyond even the reach of His angels. Hell does not exist. Instead, seven mortal worlds comprise the lower realms of existence. Each mortal is granted seven lifetimes, each lifetime in each world, their fates determined by the deeds of previous lives. They never had the ability to remember their previous lives. Angels oversee these rebirths, but never intervene directly.
Spiritual power flows through every being, but not equally. Mortals of some worlds possess only fragments—barely enough to manifest. Mortals of some worlds had enough Spiritual Power to wield it in material form; others, like humans from Earth, remain too weak to use it voluntarily. Angels and demons, however, are spiritual titans.
Yet God forbade His angels from using spiritual power freely. Not out of fear for mortals, but out of a higher conviction: He believed that only evil would seek to use power. Peace and harmony, He taught, came through restraint. To wield spiritual power was to invite destruction.
Thus, angels may only unleash their power in moments of mortal peril—a near-death scenario where the balance may be tipped. They are protectors of order, not enforcers of wrath.
Demons, on the other hand, are unshackled.
They wield spiritual power not as energy, but as deadly, personalized weapons. Their swords are forged from pure spiritual force, ever-changing, ever-deadly. Mortals who dare to train in spiritual arts can mimic this, but their strength pales in comparison.
The sheer presence of an unrestrained angel or demon is deadly. Their spirit power alone can kill unprotected mortals. But they have the power to suppress it.
At the heart of the Spiritual World stands a monolithic castle, stretching wider than any mortal nation. It is the seat of the Demon King: Rusty.
Rusty was God's first creation after the universe itself. Given a vast portion of God's own spiritual power, Rusty was revered by the early angels. But power breeds arrogance. Rusty grew discontent beneath God's rule. He wished to rule over all creation, even God Himself.
His rebellion was swift, violent, and catastrophic. Had God not intervened, the very universe would have been torn apart. Yet the fight was one-sided. Rusty, though immensely powerful, was no match for the Infinite. Defeated, he was cast into the Spiritual World and transformed into a demon—the first of his kind.
God then remade the angels, ensuring none would ever possess as much spiritual power as Rusty once did. But Rusty endured. He did not fall into madness. Instead, he waited. For millions of years, he trained. He gathered followers. Some followed him out of admiration. Some, out of fear and Some, out of the desire to take down God. Rusty built an army. Though still vastly outnumbered, the demons were far more skilled.
Rusty became the embodiment of evil—a tyrant to some, a god to others. He cared not for loyalty. He desired only one thing: the fall of God.
Still, he did not move hastily. He knew God believed him broken, that the angels were enough to contain any threat. He used this arrogance against them. Secretly, Rusty discovered a hidden passage to Heaven itself—a forgotten path created in the early days of the universe. But he bides his time, waiting for the moment to strike.
While Rusty trained his army, a peculiar demon acted outside his will. His name was Zedzy.
Zedzy was no ordinary demon. Though not the strongest physically, he was widely considered the most intelligent of them all—a master strategist. Rusty saw him as a crucial piece in his eventual war against God. Yet one day, without permission or explanation, Zedzy began making secret journeys to the human world.
No demon had ever done such a thing. Rusty did not interfere with mortal realms because they held no strategic value. Even God never tried to stop demons from going to mortal worlds as he knew they didn't care about the mortals. As long as they posed no threat, there was no need for conflict.
But Zedzy defied this rule.
His motives remain unclear. But his actions did not go unnoticed. One demon, unexpectedly for Zedzy, discovered his secret travels.
The war between angels and demons has not yet begun, but the first cracks have appeared.
And in the silent skies above, God lives.
For even He knows that the past cannot always be buried.
And sometimes, the greatest threat is not chaos
But ambition.