There's a demon beside you right now.
No, really. I mean it.
You may not see it, but that doesn't mean it's not there. It hovers over your shoulder, snarling, gnarling, baring its rotten fangs, waiting for the perfect opportunity to latch on to you.
Don't worry though. Where there are demons, there are Guardians as well.
And just in case you're thinking that Guardians are angels, they're not. They're soldiers born and raised in another dimension whose main duty is to police the forces of evil that linger in the Worlds.
That's right. Worlds.
Yours is not the only one.
Where demons appear, Guardians follow. Battles occur. Weapons clash against claws. Swords pierce through flesh. Talons rip through skin. Demons get thrown back into hell, and Guardians—forces of light they may be—sometimes die.
And it's all happening right now, as you're reading this, or while you're doing your homework, or as you're beating the next boss in the newest online RPG you're skipping class for.
Because there are things that you see and know, things that you easily grasp with your hands or reason. You like those things — things that are tangible and easily understood.
But there are also things that escape the clutches of your limited understanding.
You Humans like to push the boundaries of your understanding, desperate to shed light on things unknown because of your fears — the unseen, the darkness and shadows, the unfathomable.
(Nowadays, what the Human mind cannot grasp, your Google can explain.)
But there is a truth hidden from your world. There are things you cannot see, creatures, concepts and ideas that you have yet to discover and make sense of.
Reality is not how you understand it. What you know is but a speck of a greater truth. There are many things in this world (and in other worlds) that have escaped the clutches of Human curiosity, and therefore have been left untouched, uncharted and undiscovered.
Until now.
I'm here to shake you up a bit and shed a little of light on the darkness that has shrouded your senses.
The things your dreams and nightmares are made of — fairies and dragons, ghosts and monsters, spirits and beasts, angels and demons — are real.
Very, very real.
As real as the air you cannot see but can breathe. As real as the love you cannot touch but can feel. As real as the demon hovering over your shoulder you cannot hear, but can sense in that part of you that remembers cowering in the shadows, afraid. Its presence is strong, palpable, like anger or fear or pain.
And we are at war with those very things. Every day.
Take arms. Wear the armor of God. Join in the battle.