I am an absolute failure. There's no way else to put it.

There was a lonely doctor lying face flat on the floor under a pile of rubble. Slowly dying out in the now collapsing hidden fortress I was guaranteed absolute safety to complete my work. However that was not the case, I was provided this space to create machines of war that would transcend the boundaries of war with a group of hundreds of engineers that I controlled with a wave of my hand.

That kind of power was exilerating especially for a twenty five year old man who's life barely started.

Anyway.. those hundreds of engineers are all dead. Snuffed out just like that, and here I am still bleeding out. Did the blades dull after killing all of my men? Why am i not dead in an instant like the others?

This brought me enough time for me to contemplate how much of a failure I am.

My name is Angelo.... Oweli? I'm not deserving of the name Oweli. The prized family of inventors whos evolved anything they touch for centuries, we-... they have the utmost reputation. Now the name dies with me, for I am patriarch of this praised family.

I am no better than the Oweli's that came before me, nor any better than my brothers or sisters. Oh how badly Roberto wanted the patriarch, he's only one of the greatest inventors in history, and yet I hold the title. Let's not forget my sister Juno, she was a natural born genius and showed so much promise. She could've been the first Oweli Matriarch for years.

Worst of all I'm not even Oweli blood, just trash picked up from the gutter.

The entire fortress was build for me and my safety to carry on with my work. But somehow they found out about it, the beings we've been at war with for eons of years, the very reason the forttress was built to hide from. Since I was a child I was told about them, but it was until now I've seen them for the first time in their most primal state.

They were about the same as they were described in the stories. Animals who were distorted and grotesque with the ability walk the same as us, and speak like us. But they ran in different shapes and sizes from 4 foot imps to 7 foot giants. Some who had the look of your favorite barn animal but ugly and their skin complexion even ran in many alternates, one can be purple, one can be grey, one can be bloodshot red, and even pitch black.

Studies from hundreds of years ago says they were mere horses and pets who evolved with intelligence and soon after... chaos.

Some say they grew consciousness one random day and chose war for the years of enslavement since the beginning of time. Now resulting in an everlasting war against man and monster.

Since I was a child I was always afraid of them and rightfully so.

I'm starting to feel it... the sudden weaking of consciousness. I'm starting to see a bright light... "Maybe in my next life I won't be such a failure".

Wait a minute. This light isn't the pearly gates, a large debris pushed away reveals the light of the room and then see a shadow. I can't much see from the light, could it be the demons finishing the job?

No, it's a man. I know it's a man because when they crouched down they reached out and offered me a hand. A hand that I recognize.

Louie's eyes wide looking up at the figure.

It was beautiful, it was an angel. "No doubt about it, it's my greatest invention".