An angel falls from the sky above

Landing like a bomb exploding

Waves of fire to scorch the earth’s land

Sending what ever is in its path to an ashy death

Those not caught suffer

A sickness which spews out their

Fluids into a greasy pile before them

Leaving only a rapidly decaying body

To stench the air with rot

Those who seem lucky to survive the sickness

Are left to transform

Into creatures unholy for evil

To command

The sky turns black as both worlds merge

Fabled creatures come to life

Roaming the land of a reborn world

Waiting for the oncoming war

Soon to take place