On these streets one cannot go two feet without running into an old cigarette box, or an empty syringe. The wind is plagued with a foul smell, with the stench of rats and roaches, people would do best to not breathe.

"Mommy, where are we going? Daddy isn't this way, you said we were gonna go see him!" A young, blond girl relentlessly tugs on a taller woman's sleeve.

The girl begins playing with two fancy bracelets on the woman's hand, clanging them to the 'if you're happy and you know it clap your hands' rhythm.

"Mommy needs money dear, so she's gonna sell some stuff," she replied, tightly gripping the girl's hand and setting it aside.

"I'm hungry, daddy always feeds me!" The small girl grabs the woman's hand with both of her small, rounded hands clenching tight. The woman grinds her teeth. "I want daddy!" she cries.

"What if I tell you a cool story instead!" The small girl's eyes light up as she forgets about everything else.

She begins to jump again and again demanding to hear the story. "Story! I want a story!" The woman rips her arm from the clutches of the small girl.

She crouches down and begins to tell, "Once upon a time, the devil and God got into a fight and made really nasty mutants," she says as the girl is starstruck. "'Cause God behaved bad we trapped him in the clouds, that's wh—" before the woman could finish her story, two men in the distance wave and shout at the pair.

The men stand next to a van, it is really dusty and appears to be rocking back and forth slightly. The wheels on the van are all different from each other. The van is missing a window, and the coating of paint seems to have deteriorated.

"Which of ye laddies is Sasha!" A strange man yells at the distant pair, the woman stands up straight and takes the girl's hand, they make their way to the men.

As if on instinct the girl, Sasha, raises her hands high in the air, she begins to tippy toe enthusiastically.

"Me! Me! Me!" she shouts at the man. The men smirk.

"Alright get me the stuff would ya you useless chump!" one of the men yells at the other. He circles the van and reaches into the front seat through a partially opened window and retrieves a small bag. The man hands it to the woman.

As the woman takes a look into the bag, her eyes lighten up, and a smile stretches across her face. "Take her," the woman demands, shoving Sasha over to them.

Before the small girl can let out a single word, one of the men covers over her mouth with his hand while the other opens the doors to the back of the van. There's half a dozen other children chained to a cold bench squirming with a rag in their mouths.

As the men restrain Sasha they grab a needle from a nearby shelf and stick it in her neck. She winces and in seconds her movement gets sluggish. She hits the cold floor of the van.

"See ya again, skank!" The men laugh at the woman, she rolls her eyes and chooses to look upon the contents of the small bag as she leaves the area.

The men have another laugh before returning to their unconscious Sasha.

"Alright, boys, how much ya think this one's goin' for?" one of the men snickers, giving Sasha a couple pats on the cheek.

"Ay this on'll go for a nice twenty I'd betcha." The men laugh, they close the doors to the van and pound the walls, it begins to take off. As the van leaves, the woman walks into a nearby shop where jewelry lies dormant.

"I'd like this one," she taps the glass a couple of times gently, leaving a slight fingerprint on the pane, "and do handle with care darling." The man on the other end of the glass pane nervously fondles the ring, he puts it on a bag and sets it on the counter with a clank.

The woman grabs her palm sized bag and from it pulls a couple hundred dollar bills, setting them on the table. She grabs the small bag housing the fancy ring and walks out the door, not bothering to go back for her change.

Outside the shop, a yellow cab lies motionless on the side of the road. The engine starts as the woman walks over to it, a man calls out from it, "Taxi for Karen!" A man shouts through a lowered window from a taxi cab at the woma, Karen, who walks towards the cab. As the driver gets out, he goes to close the door and gets his yellow coat jammed in the door. He pulls and pulls desperately attempting to free himself from the vicious cab's grasp.

"Oh for the love of god I'll open my own door you incompetent twat!" She growls at the cab driver, who managed to free himself by pulling so hard he nearly fell over. Karen stomps over to the door.

As she wraps her fingers around the door handle, a bolt of lightning strikes the car. This particular car was made from metal, hence she flew backwards, electricity surging through her. She slams into a pole, killing her instantly.

Thirty seven and half seconds earlier.

"My how disgusting, can you believe this Clarissa? This woman sold her own child to buy a ring." Celius, the ruler of the Heavens beams down staring a hole into the woman. "Get me a feather, would you dear?"

"Yes sir," she replies, rummaging through her purse, she pulls a couple things; guns, weapons of mass destruction, stuff of that sort. After a couple seconds, a feather emerges from the purse in the woman's pale hands. "Here you go, your Majesty." she jolts her hand towards his face, roughly resting it on his cheek with an emotionless expression.

"No no Clarissa, don't give it to me," he wags his hands, swatting the feather away from her hand, she flails her arms attempting to catch it again. "Rub me." Celius says.

Once she finally manages to catch the feather, she rubs it under Celius's nose, he begins to squint his eyes and tilt his head backwards. Clarissa takes a couple of steps back and begins to reach into her purse.

A pause of a couple seconds fills the room, a couple guards watch from the corner. Until, "Achoo!" he sneezes. A bolt of lightning shoots from him, penetrating the clouds as Clarissa waves a mysterious artifact in the air, shortly after she stops the clouds close back up.

"Here you go sir, your napkin." She hands Celius the napkin, it has a very nice pattern to it.

He takes it and rubs his nose while saying, "Did I hit her?" He hands the napkin back to Clarissa. She stuffs it back in her bag.

"You missed sire, though you did manage to hit a car, killing her nearly instantly." She rests her hand on his shoulder as his face slowly palens.

"T-that was not my intention—" he exclaims.

"Sir, the hounds you mentioned appear to be getting closer." She says as she points towards the huge, gold plated doors of the Sanctuary, completely cutting off Celius.

"Oh, right. Worry not, they are still far away." Celius looks into a strange orb, it lies on a fancy wooden stand, above it a sticky note indicates that it's name is__.

Inside of the orb, a fog-like substance paints a beautiful, yet frightening battlefield. A small town being leveled by a couple thousand supernatural creatures, they go by the name of 'Hellhounds'.

Frontier Meadow, this is the lovely city in the Heavens. People help one another out with simple tasks such as laundry, cleaning, or even something as simple and cliche as a cup of sugar. It's currently burning to the ground.

Celius's attention is shifted to an overwhelming number of vicious dog-looking creatures roaming around setting fire to the city and slaughtering it's people. Hellhounds, a common species in hell. Supernatural dogs that possess strength equal to that of many men. With their six inch claws they can easily decimate the strongest metal. They like to eat bunny poop.

"Where are the reinforcements from the Sanctuary?" A winged man wielding an iron blade, presumably the General and doused in blood, shouts at a messenger who is making his way through a pile of bodies. He reaches the General, nearly falling over and looking drunk.

"Sir t-they aren't showing for at least another hour!" The general's face goes pale upon hearing the messenger's words before he begins to dig around in the forest of bodies. He pulls out yet another iron blade. The messenger panics and begins to flail around, "Oh man, I-I'm definitely gonna resign after this!" he exclaims.

"Catch!" The general hurls a rusty blade towards the messenger, the back side domes him. He and the blade both hit the ground.

"What's this?" he asks, rubbing his head.

"It's candy, now stick it in the damn dog's mouths." The general picks him up and stands him firmly on his feet, he begins to wobble not long after.

"I-I-I can't do that I'm-I'm not a fighter." He fidgets with the sword before it slips from his hands.

"Listen here, you spineless wimp, there's only one person who cares what happens to you, and I'm about to turn him into a kebab if he doesn't get his ass in there." Before he can respond the general begins to shout at the top of his lungs, it makes him drop the sword again after he had just picked it up.

"Team A and Team B, whatever's left of you, flank these damn dogs while team C serves as a distraction!" The general yells, distant screams begin to emerge from the battlefield.

Each team consists of around fifty winged men. One by one they drop like flies due to the overwhelming number of Hellhounds.

"S-sir what d-d-do?" The messenger asks, attempting to pick up the blade.

"What do you mean pal? We're part of team C, to battle!" The general grabs the messenger by the collar of his shirt and drags him into the endless horde, he begins to sob. He drops the blade again.

"See? We are perfectly fine, Clarissa." Celius points at the orb, Clarissa watches as three different Hellhounds break apart the general's limbs. They start with the arms, once satisfied, they begin to nudge at his legs.

As Clarissa opens her mouth, she's cut off by the cry of a baby, not long after another baby starts to yell, cause and effect.

"Ah, that's my call, good day Clarissa." Celius runs out of the main hall in the Sanctuary into one of the smaller doors. Clarissa remains open mouthed.

The Sanctuary is known across the Heavens as it's core. Celius built this place from the ground up as a means to ensure peace after the Great War. He along with his wife live in peace here, watching over the two visible realms, Hell however, mysteriously can not be seen through the Sanctuary.

"Oh, you boys ought to forgive me, my mind is not as strong as it once was. I tend to forget things that exist occasionally." Celius enters the nursing room. Two baby blue cribs lie next to a king sized bed, they rock back and forth slightly from the babies inside of them. Celius rubs his ears trying to inch closer to them.

"Oh hush now, I was not that late. Drama queens." He chuckles over the baby's loud cry. "You two have it well with me. I wouldn't sell you to anyone." Celius points at the two and wiggles his finger back and forth, attempting to educate them.

He makes his way over to a coffee station-looking stand. There, he swiftly prepares two bottles for the babies. Once done, he makes his way back to the infants, humming to himself.

"Okay, open wide, oh wait you already are." He chuckles, amused by his own joke he doesn't realize that he stuck the bottles in their mouths too far. They cough and spew the milk all over Celius, and not long after return to crying. Milk makes its way to the floor. The milk reaches the floor.

"Well, that is most unfortunate. How am I possibly supposed to teach you two to ride a bike if I can not feed you properly." Celius sighs, scouting the room for a rag, he finds a blanket and decides it's good enough.

Celius wipes the floor over the screaming babies cries. He turns his attention to a door creaking open, from which his wife, Merida, emerges.

"Goodness, again Celius?" Merida storms over to the hunched over Celius, wet blanket still in hand.

"Dear, these babies are defective!" He exclaims, shortly after she hits him over the head and grabs a hold of one of the babies. Celius grunts.

"There there, I'm sorry you have such a buffoon as your father." She rocks the baby back and forth, attempting to calm it down. "Well don't just stare at me, get the other one!" She yells at Celius, quietly.

"Ah right, of course, there are two of them after all." Celius reaches for the other baby, as he closely imitates Merida, he rocks his baby to sleep.

The two of them place the babies back in their cribs quietly and sit on the sheetless bed. Celius lies back, sighing.

"These things are so tiring, dear." He sighs, "why must they take so long to grow."

"Do you hate them?" Merida asks, placing her hand over his while she lies down next to him.

"Occasionally, though I cannot wait to teach the critters to ride a bike, oh or maybe play ball." Celius sits up as his eyes beam, he goes on and on about different things, consisting of activities that he could do with his children. Merida giggles, "—and maybe we can build a playground for them too!"

"Shh, you'll wake them." Merida chuckles covering Celius's mouth. "You must take care of Hellhounds first, though." She points towards the door leading to the main hall of the Sanctuary.

"Yes, any moment now…" Celius carefully watches the door.

"Your Majesty, you have a visitor!" Clarissa walks in, she swings the door open. As it hits the wall, the babies wake up and begin to scream.

"It appears urgent matters have come to pass," Celius walks over to the two shaken babies he pats each one on the head, "would you two please excuse me?" He asks them, he turns to look at Clarissa. "Take care of them Clarissa, please." Celius points at the two infants.

"Yes your Majesty, but do be hasty." She hurries over to the infants, both Merida and her begin to sleep the babies, again.

Celius makes his way through the door which leads into a nice room with a spacious hallway. Pillars hold up the roof of this room in the Sanctuary, and a fancy throne sits at the end of it.

As Celius arrives in the throne room, two men are yelling for help carrying another man in their arms.

"Dear Heavens!" Celius ran over to the three men. It sounded as if one of the men was sobbing, but could not formulate words. He began to choke between breaths.

The man looks up, his face is dripping blood painted a red carpet on the floor. Tears streak down his face as well. "Your M-majesty! We t-tried... t-too m-many." Before the man can finish talking, a stream of blood spews from his mouth, painting the floor in front of him a very nice shade of red, some of which covers Celius's arm.

Celius rests his bloody hand on the man's shoulder. "Don't worry young lad, I shall take care of this. After which, maybe you can join me for a cup of tea." He says lifting the man's chin with his other hand.

The man rests motionless, without saying a single word. Celius grows worried, "Nurse! We need assistance in the throne room," he howls.

"Now boys, how did you two ever manage to outrun the horde?" he asks the two men holding up the other man. They're panting heavily and both struggle to say anything.

"P...plot convenience your M-majesty..." One of the men manages to say, he begins to lose his balance.

As the nurses arrive, they quickly rush the men out of the throne room and into one of the several doors in the vast hallway.

The moment is interrupted by the wretched sound of thousands of Hellhounds making their way to the Sanctuary. He tightens his fist still dropping with blood, and walks towards the gargantuan doors of the Sanctuary.

He looks over at a couple guards standing next to the throne stiffly. "You two, I ask you to protect the infants in that room." He points at two soldiers guarding the throne, and points them in the direction they need to go.

"Yes, sir!" They both respond in unison, by the time Celius finishes watching the blood on the floor they've already entered the room to keep watch.

He continues walking until he reaches the two doors. Each must be the size of a building, enough to fit a stampede of elephants with ease.

Celius waves his hand covered in blood, the doors creak open. The air is fresh and the vast land is more beautiful than anywhere else. Trees color a bright green, grass covering the ground for miles upon miles, a huge horde of Hellhounds ready to light up the Sanctuary, could not ask for anything more.

As he stares into the dogs burning everything in their path, he begins to dimly glow yellow. He clenches his fist, it begins to glow as well. He walks past the doors to the Sanctuary, the creaking noise of the doors closing gets him anxious. The thud of the doors closing makes him jump a little, filling him with adrenaline.

"One hundred eighty four years. I thought by now we could prosper," Celius sighs still walking towards the chilling numbers of hounds. "All I wanted was some bloody peace and quiet." As his frustration grew, his feet part ways with the ground, a chilling aura emits from him.

"I guess this is what we must do now." Not too soon after, his eyes begin to glow a neon yellow. His expression slowly changes to a terrifying, gnarly, blood thirsty expression.

A petrifying scream begins to echo throughout all of the Heavens, Celius loses restraint. As he cries out, blood dripping from his hand, he points into the horde with his hand. He swiftly flicks it down.

Far in the distance, a sound similar to that of a nuclear bomb resonated within everyone. An enormous bolt of lightning struck the horde of Hellhounds. Hundreds upon hundreds of body parts were propelled through the air, staining the beautiful echo system with a red tint. The horde is enormous, each strike is like trying to empty a lake with a spoon.

Time and time again he struck the horde, bolt after bolt. Celius feels a chilling presence, and quickly comes to a halt.

"I got you, piss- ant." As Celius turns his head to the left, no more than two feet away a dimly glowing red trident was making its way to his face. It seems to be attached to some sort of demon.

Without a second of thought, Celius quickly grabs the head of the trident, as he pulls the trident out of the demon's grip, he is greeted with an elbow to the face. The momentum from his speed carries over, causing him to start to spin mid air. He twirls and turns, hitting the ground tumbling. He quickly gets back on his feet as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, Abaddon, I was beginning to miss you, old friend," Celius chuckles. "Quite the hit too, my hand still stings." A tall red figure with huge horns bending backwards gleams at Celius. Abaddon, the ruler of Hell.

"I. Was. Right! You were too scared to see it!" Abandon howls aggressively pointing at Celius.

"Oh my, whatever are you talking about? I am too old to remember such trivial things." Abaddon grinds his teeth. Without warning the trident rips from Celius's hand and into the enraged Abaddon that is currently lunging at him.

He sees an opening at Celius's neck, and swings the trident. Celius grabs the trident with one. As Abaddon struggles to push it inwards, Celius stares at his spare hands and wiggles his fingers, they start to spark.

With no ounce of warning he lunges his fist directly for Abaddon's head. A huge bolt of lightning stems from his fist sending Abaddon into the air at an incredible speed.

After a couple seconds Abaddon lands toppling over. He grunts and holds his head as he gets up.

"I-I'm gonna kill you." He winces.

"Well if you were not so damn weak that would be a possibility." He chuckles as he tosses Abaddon's trident on the floor next to him. "You cannot win this fight my friend, you never could which leaves me pondering, why try?" Celius's feet touch the ground once again, he makes his way over to him.

"W-who cares you old fart. It's not like you were my main target anyway." Celius stares puzzled. "You took something of mine, w-what do you say we get even pal?" In the blink of an eye, Abaddon's trident begins to fly towards the Sanctuary's doors. Celius feels a cold shiver down his back.

"No-" Before he can finish formulating a lightning bolt in his hand, the trident impacts the doors, it's glowing a bright red that is only getting brighter and brighter with time. The doors are knocked down by an explosion.

Abaddon begins to laugh hysterically, not long after he's knocked out by a lightning bolt hitting him in the head. Portals open in between Celius and the Sanctuary, out of those portals, the horde of Hellhounds come running out and charging into the Sanctuary.

Celius, clearly rattled, manages to pick a decent portion of them off, though it's not enough. Before Celius can make it to the Sanctuary, the dogs invade it and begin to pick off the few guards stationed at it. The reinforcements from the capital would arrive shortly, as their footsteps were beginning to be audible.

As Celius enters the Sanctuary, bursts of lightning emitting from him clean up hundreds of dogs, paving the way to the nursing room. One of the carriages had been rushed out, since Clarissa only had time to do one before she was murdered by the dogs.

As he entered the room, his heart dropped one of the carriages surrounded by dogs biting at every corner on the inside and on the outside of it. Baby toys around the area as well as a baby bottle were bitten up and thrown aside. Fluff from the pillows and blankets paved a carpet for him to walk down. Not long after, a small fire explosion decimated the carriage carrying one of Celius's offspring.

He lunges at the dogs and grabs one by its neck, tightening his grip and decapitates it. Lightning rushes from him painting the walls accordingly. As Celius begins to walk out of the nursing room enraged, a distant baby cry catches his attention.

"Baby-" One of the few doors in the nursing room houses a rattling baby's cry from the other side of it, Celius quickly runs towards the door and without a second of thought pushes it down. As the doors fall, dust is spread across the room. Only silhouettes of furniture are visible through it.

Once the dust has settled, a light blue carriage is revealed, with a baby still holding his bottle. "Oh my you must forgive me the bathrooms didn't work you see." He says softly as he picks up the baby and wipes the dust off his forehead. The baby sneezes.

"You can take this as collateral." Celius points out his finger to the baby, he wraps his small hand around it. Celius chuckles as a tear streaks down his face. "I wish we could have had the time to learn how to ride a bike together, or maybe something simple like learning English." The baby squeezes Celius's finger with all it's might, Celius smiles.

"Did you really just give your finger to a baby? And here I thought you couldn't get any sadder." Abaddon stands at the doorway flipping his trident up and down.

"Not now, please." Celius begs.

"Oh? Is the high and mighty Celius begging to me? Well that feels quite weird." Abaddon walks over to Celius and points his trident towards the back of his neck.

"You're so annoying." Celius carefully switches the baby to his left hand. "Shh shh, I promise no harm will come to you." He strokes the baby's head while rocking it back and forth.

"You sure as hell didn't keep that promise with the oth-" Before Abaddon can finish his sentence Celius reaches behind his back with his right arm, grabs the trident and throws it, jamming it in the wall.

Abaddon didn't move due to the shock, Celius then spun around and hit him with his elbow knocking him to the floor. As he sits up grunting from the pain he's met with a knee to the face, propelling him across the room until he finally slams into a wall.

"H-hey buddy maybe we can t-talk this out." he chuckles nervously, yet mockingly. Celius walks over to him.

"I'm quite far past that point." He hunches over and lifts Abaddon by the neck, still pushed against the wall. Abaddon begins flailing his arms and wheezing trying to release Celius's grip.

He chuckles while gasping for air, "W-well this is fun and all but how are you gonna protect your k-kid from that." Abaddon lifts his finger and points in the direction of a couple dozen Hellhounds running straight for Celius and his baby. As if by instinct he releases Abaddon's neck, dropping him to the floor swiftly.

Celius lunges backward and throws bolt after bolt the dogs attempting to hit each one, more keep coming.

"Hahaha they're behind you too! Protect the child! Protect the c-child!" Abaddon laughs manically gently gripping his neck attempting to stand up.

Hellhounds from all different angles snap, bite, scratch and jump at Celius attempting to rid him of his baby. As a last resort, Celius covers his baby with both arms and boosts himself into the air, he screams in pain after bursting through the roof of the Sanctuary. They land tippling over, Celius protecting his baby.

"M-my that was painful wasn't it?" He grunts standing up, he moves his hand to reveal the baby, giggling from enjoyment.

"Now, please do not be mad at me but I cannot protect you with all this going on. You understand right?" He gently cups the baby's head and moves it up and down, the baby agrees. "Ah, I see. I really do hope you find your way back here someday." The distant sound of Hellhounds begins to grow closer, Celius lifts the baby into the air with his hands.

He begins mumbling in a foreign language, not long after a bright light emitting from the baby blinds Celius. The clouds underneath part ways, shining a way down to Earth. "I am so sorry." He cries, parting his hands as the baby sinks through the hole, the clouds reform right after.

"Hmm? Where'd your kid go?" He approaches chuckling while dragging his trident on the floor. Celius turns to face Abaddon, his hands are up as if he's still holding the baby. His teary face quickly turns serious as he lays his eyes on Abaddon. His hands begin to glow as sparks fly from them, setting small fires ablaze.

"Come die already, Abaddon." A shiver runs down Abaddon's back, regardless he points the trident at Celius, gripping it tightly so it doesn't fly off his hand.

In the near distance the sound of cavalry begins to sound, at the same time the sound of vicious dogs grows louder, from either side both armies are coming into frame.

"Ooh, someones riled up." Abaddon chuckles. As Celius begins to run to Abaddon he begins to scream, veins pop from his head as he's tightly gripping an axe he formulated from lightning, Abaddon begins to run to him with a huge smirk on his face. The two jump at each other, each with an army behind them, weapons swinging for the kill.