There was once a class — a close-knit group where everyone got along, where friendships felt unbreakable. They laughed together, fought over small things, and made up just as quickly. To them, nothing seemed strong enough to tear them apart.
One day, they were supposed to play a football match against another school. It was a big event — something they had all been waiting for. Excitement buzzed in the air as they gathered on the field, stretching, joking, and trying to hide their nerves.
But just before the match began, something terrible happened.
A scream cut through the air.
Everyone froze.
Right in front of one of the boys, his mother collapsed onto the ground. Her body hit the pavement with a sickening sound. Blood spread beneath her, dark and endless, staining everything around her.
For a moment, time stopped.
— Mom… — he whispered.
His voice trembled, barely audible, as if the weight of his grief was crushing his lungs. His eyes were wide, empty, refusing to believe what he was seeing.
The world around him blurred.
And then… something changed.
Strange symbols began to appear on his skin — glowing, twisting, unnatural. They spread across his arms, his neck, his face, burning into him like a curse. His breathing grew heavier, sharper. His eyes turned black — completely black, like an endless void.
From his back, something tore through his shirt.
Wings.
Dark, massive, and alive.
Two horns curved from his head, sharp and elegant, giving him a terrifying, otherworldly presence.
The boy was no longer just a boy.
At that exact moment, another boy stepped forward — calm, untouched, almost glowing. He felt like the complete opposite.
— Oh… so the Prince of Hell has finally appeared, — he said quietly.
The transformed boy lifted his head slowly, a dark smile forming on his lips.
— And there stands the Prince of Heaven. You should surrender. You won't win this war.
The Prince of Heaven didn't react with anger. Instead, he looked at him with something almost like sadness.
— Our ancestors fought each other… but that doesn't mean we have to repeat their mistakes. I propose a truce.
For a second, there was silence.
Then the Prince of Hell laughed.
It wasn't a normal laugh. It was cold, sharp, filled with something broken and furious.
— You killed my mother — the Queen of Hell. You started this war.
The air grew heavier.
Without another word, the Prince of Hell whispered something under his breath.
The ground beneath them cracked.
A deep, violent rumble echoed as the earth split into two. From the darkness below, figures began to rise.
Demons.
But they weren't grotesque monsters. No — they were beautiful in a terrifying way. Their smiles were too perfect, too sharp. Their eyes glowed with something alive, something hungry. Each of them carried weapons, moving with grace and deadly purpose.
The Prince of Heaven raised his hand.
Light broke through the sky.
From above, angels descended — radiant, powerful, their wings shining like fragments of the sun.
The battlefield was no longer a school field.
It had become something much bigger.
— Surrender while you still can, — said the Prince of Hell. — There are more of us. Besides… you've only known about your powers for two years. I was raised to rule Hell.
The Prince of Heaven stepped forward.
— And who said humans can't stand with me? — he said. — Join us. Become angels. We will end this war. There will be no more darkness.
A murmur spread among the students.
Fear. Confusion. Temptation.
Then the Prince of Hell spoke again, his voice low and persuasive.
— Why become angels… when you can become demons?
The air shifted.
— I can give you power beyond anything you've imagined. Hypnosis. Control. The ability to bend minds, to rule instead of obey.
The students looked at each other.
And then…
They began to choose.
Some stepped toward the light.
Others walked into the darkness.
The class that once stood united was now divided.
And the war began.
Chaos erupted.
Angels clashed with demons, light against shadow, power against power. The ground trembled under their strength.
Then, suddenly—
— Fine, — said the Prince of Hell. — I accept your truce.
Everything stopped.
The demons turned toward him, shocked, whispering, trying to stop him. But he ignored them.
The Prince of Heaven hesitated… but then slowly nodded.
They stepped toward each other.
Closer.
Closer.
Behind the Prince of Hell's back, hidden from view, was a blade.
Sharp.
Waiting.
The demons smiled — cold, knowing.
The two princes reached out their hands.
They were inches away—
And then—
The Prince of Hell drove the knife straight into the Prince of Heaven's stomach.
A gasp tore through the air.
— You're all servants of Hell… don't you see?! — the Prince of Heaven choked, blood spilling from his lips. — He controls your minds… you're just his pawns…
The Prince of Hell pulled the blade out slowly.
Then, with eerie calm, he dragged his tongue across it.
A soft, almost pleased sound escaped him.
The angels screamed and rushed forward.
The demons moved to meet them.
Their eyes glowed red.
Real.
Not controlled.
Not forced.
They wanted this.
The Prince of Heaven looked up, struggling to breathe.
— Why… are they still following you? I thought… you were manipulating them…
The Prince of Hell laughed quietly.
— Only the weak manipulate, — he said. — I am their king.
He stepped closer.
— They follow me because they know the truth: with me, they will rule the world… not hide beneath the sky.
He raised his hand.
Darkness spread across the ground like liquid, alive and creeping. The angels stepped back as it touched them. Their legs began to blacken, decay under its presence.
— You told humans to become angels… — the Prince of Hell whispered. — I gave them power.
He gestured toward the battlefield.
Hundreds of humans stood there — changed.
Their eyes were black.
Their skin cracked under the force within them.
They were no longer human.
— They chose me.
The Prince of Heaven tried to summon light.
But nothing happened.
The sky turned black.
The sun disappeared.
— I've cut off your connection to the light, — said the Prince of Hell. — From now on… every angel is just a human with wings.
He snapped his fingers.
Half of the angels collapsed instantly.
Their wings turned to ash.
— You… broke the connection to the light?! That's impossible! — the Prince of Heaven shouted.
The Prince of Hell leaned down, grabbing his hair and forcing him to look at the battlefield.
— For the Prince of Hell… nothing is impossible.
The battlefield was lost.
Demons surrounded angels.
Humans had chosen darkness.
The sky was no longer blue.
It was endless night.
The Prince of Hell smiled.
Cold.
Final.
— This is only the beginning. First, I take your light. Then… your world. And in the end…
He let go, letting the Prince of Heaven fall to the ground.
— You.
The Prince of Heaven lay there, powerless, broken.
Around them, the demons raised their voices as one:
— LORD OF HELL!
The sound echoed like thunder.
And above it all stood the Prince of Hell—
Unchallenged.
Unshaken.
Victorious.