A nebulous figure is seen sitting on a throne, his body is seen to be on fire as his onyx skin glow. Around him is utter darkness as there is neither a sun or a moon to luminate the place. The only source of light was the thick mist that surrounded the throne.
The being stayed still making it looked like it where a statue, the only thing that betrayed it being a statue was the periodic rise and fall of its chest as ambient mana were being released from its body. As soon as this glowing substance came out of him, it was being consumed by the mist that surrounded him.
After what felt like an eternity, he raises his head, his gaze falling on the mist around him "It's time, Vaygar are you ready?"
As if coming to life the mist swirled around him and a voice echoed from within the mist ;two enormous white eyes opened "Finally made up your mind, let's hope that this outcome would be different" replying the mist, the nebulous figure spoke "It will be, I promise"
The ground shook as everything began to fall apart, before long the entire realm crumbled and a bright light shone blinding everything as dark flames consumes what was left
....
Draegon, the commander of the first company is seen sitting on top a boulder, he wipes the blood off his armor as he looks down in disdain on the corpses of angels littered on the ground. He turns his gaze at a nearby bush, "come" reacting to the man's words, a young woman comes out of the bush, her skin pale and her disheveled golden hair falling down on her shoulder, a baby is seen on her hands with two small bumps for horns protruding from his head, resembling those of the man on top the boulder, only that the man's own was larger, having taken his mother's golden eyes, he cries as his dilating eyes landed on the man on the boulder longing for his embrace of his dad . The woman looks down at the corpses with sorrow written on her face .
She let's out a sigh as she recalls how she had betrayed her people and sided with the man on the boulder who was now coming towards them. She then consoled herself thinking that how could she choose her people, they same people who had mistreated her for the man she loved.; walking over to Draegon her thoughts shifted to when it all began
..... Three year ago....
Dragon had just finished a battle against one of the archangel, commanders of the holy army who were the pinnacle of strength of the holy army, flying back to the palace of the divine dragon god, to give account of how the battle had gone,he stops as he sees a host of angels gathering around, curious to find what was happening he goes down just stopping mere meters away from the ground , the angels, oblivious to his presence were seen between up one of their kin as they try to have their way with a woman who was now bleeding as she struggles to free herself , with an indifference expression Draegon turns to leave. When a voice cried out in desperation "Wait.,please don't go, help me".
Stunned to see that someone noticed his presence, he turns to see the bruised angel push a man who had grabbed her cloth and run towards him, falling at his feet with her head bowed. She cried again, this time more desperate than the last time "Please I beg of you help me"
Draegon lowers his head looking down at her,his voice cold and an indifferent expression "Of all the beings to ask for help, why would you ask me knowing fully who I am"
Clutching to his feet with her blood stained hand "it doesn't matter who you are, all I ask is that you help me " she said more desperate than the last meeting his gaze with hers. Still with his gaze down, he looked at her, caressing her hair with his rough hand he took pity on her; raising his head to see the angels now running towards him with their weapons in their hands, he waved his hand, instantly severing their heads in one swipe. With a cold tone he spoke, "Come, let's find a way for you to repay me" grabbing the woman by her shoulder, he lifted her up