The following is written in the journal of Kid Devil (2036)

Date: March 30th 2036

Time: Sunrise

It happened nearly twenty three years ago, The cult of devils summoned their masters and nearly destroyed the earth in the process. Half of the worlds population died in the first forty-eight hours. Just after that the worlds population was reduced to one fourth of its original size. Some might call it tragic I might have once too. It saved the world in someways even if it did cause so many people to die. Now I lead a resistance of sorts, the demonic race does not want slaves they want humans to torture for all of eternity. So I fight for our future freedom. This is the past, we don't dwell on it any more

I watch the demon spawn walk and run through out what was once Chicago. The more I watch, the more I miss my own demonic powers. I renounced them when this happened I wanted no part in it. Funny how the world works. I pull on my mask of demon leather. I wear the mask so I don't have to listen to the cries of "why didn't you stop it?!" "Why would you let this happen?!" If I allowed my self to feel this would make me angry, but for now it doesn't.

Below the building in which I had made my base, my group of self proclaimed heroes sat, their job was to protect or recruit any surviving human at least as far as they've been told. I watch over their training, most of them are horrible fighters but their strength is in numbers. Weapons are crafted here, most ordinary weapons don't effect demons. So they craft weapons that were designed after the demon uprising. In the past year we took down 1,239 low level demons, nearly 500 mid-level demons and one of the 13 demon lords left on the planet.

People are running around around scared. That's not like them. As I end off this entry black skinned demons flood the basement fortress.