Three thousand years ago, this small world was inhabited by demons and humans alike. Demon Lords who ruled the West, the East, the North, and the South, lived in peace and unity. But unrest among the humans began to seep its way into the lands, whispers of revolution flittering from ear to ear. The four lords became wary and turned to one another for agreement. They must go to Netuv, a creature who lived in the deserted waste lands, a place where ashes blanketed the soil and the sky held foreboding in its sunless mist. It was said that the four lords banished the demon into solitude after he committed an outrageous crime and all cried for his blood to be spilt. But even when the lords sent message for him to return, no reply came. War was falling upon the people, death tolls mounting by the hundreds for each passing day. With no word from Netuv, the Demon lords passed a decree. The union between the two kinds were broken and bloodshed would become the new law of the world. Battle after battle, year after endless year, humans and demons fought for domination. It was only until the humans began to develop technology that the tides turned. It first started with swords, then guns, then bombs and tanks. The demons were being overwhelmed. Even with the most powerful warriors, their numbers began to grow smaller. Demons were being purged from existence. It became clear to every demon tribe what they had to do. They had to disappear. Not a single trace could be left of them if they wished for peace. So as time went on, the name demon began to be forgotten. The fact that they once lived and breathed had found its way into the dust of rotting history books and life continued. But it happened that one day an archaeology team would come upon a mountain covered in snow and begin a dig. As one lone woman searches for something of importance, she found a deep crevice untouched in its purity. She would have left it alone, knowing danger when she saw it, if not for the mere fact she slipped into its darkness.