The ravaging demons didn’t give anyone any time to make it out of their homes alive, nor would they give any warning of their presence when their black mist would show up, showing up any time, regardless of the day, month, or year.

The Adenian demons made themselves known.

They would take the lives of the people from each continent of this earth, in each country, in each city, from the plains to the mountains. 

The demons would find them, and kill them.

In the country of Seperea of the Areanean Continent, they haven’t experienced a demon attack in thirty years.

These attacks spreaded all kinds of rumors, since the people of this earth made it their priority to serve the Most High Yah (the one confirmed to have created their world through a prophecy foretold by the Lesothians, the people with the power of connecting directly with the Creator), using their different cultures and aspects to worship him, until some people started slacking in secret, starting their own beliefs and projecting onto the Creator of how they wanted to serve him.

It made the people of this earth rage on whether or not this was their fault, or just a bad happening. It was for Lesothia, to help figure it out.