The ground was littered with rubble. What once was cement roads were now crumbled miniature mountains. The buildings that sprung up around them were dilapidated. Bricks were falling to add to the rubble below. Rooftops did little to keep the interior free of the weather with holes from cave-ins could be found in nearly every structure. Jagged glass lined windows like teeth of a ravenous monster. The only evidence of life was the sound of scurrying from rats running through the mazes of bricks and cement blocks and the caw of a single raven perched on a fallen light post. The once great city, home to millions now lay in ruin; the results of man kind’s greed and lust for war. The fall of the city was just the beginning. The fall of the nation had been soon to follow. Billions had perished without even a chance to fight. Hidden beneath the rubble were the survivors, no longer ruled by a ‘greater intelligence’. Now they fight just to survive living like the animals they tried so hard to separate from. Was this all a part of the great plan? The escalation of good vs. evil? Had hell won ownership of the mortal realm?
The above scenario can be done with any of the Angel/Human/Demon pairings.