Aftermath
Slowly our eyes were adjusting to the light, and gradually we were finding each other. Our people were anxious, terrified, no one knew how he had survived. Calm people telling them they would find a way to warm up camp, then walked to the stump that was the basis of our tower.
It was there where I found a blessing: the five Empyrean Lords were sent to keep intact Aion alive. We all got together and told us that our world had changed forever, and they explained why. The worst had happened in the peace effort, were killed millions, and Israphel Siel and the two guardians of the Tower, had sacrificed their lives so that we could live in his place. In life committed a great folly, but their deaths were not without honor, and were quietly reminding.
Shortly after I returned to camp and helped build a huge fire to attract the other survivors. During the following days, thousands came with us, abused, bruised, and distressed by the events that had passed. I was lucky to find my son Phalaris among the survivors was the only one of my settlement that had survived.
They spent days, weeks. It became apparent that our world, our broken world, had stabilized, our destiny was in our hands again. Aion apparently gone, it was he who provided the Aether which was the source of my power. For the first time in many years, I became to feel vulnerable. I did not want to dominate the fear, so I talked to Asphel to chart the reconstruction plans of our new world.
Seven hundred and fifty years have passed, during which time I have seen great changes happening. Soon we ran out of fuel, our eyes adjusted to the darkness that invaded us. Our town was built, and named Pandaemonium, soon expanded into a big city. I saw our people flourish, adapt, evolve, against all odds, always under the direction of our Lords Shedim.
We also developed physical, our pale skin grew deep in this darkness, and on the hard ground filled with debris that seem razors our feet has turned into claws. Our hands were also blessed with claws, is like saying that none of our race never disarmed anger. The marks were the hardest to accept, but if it were necessary for our survival, and indeed were, then there is no alternative but to carry this burden. For we are the price to pay for peace Israphel attempt, which Ariel was so stupid to support it.
During that time I saw Phalaris grew and died and their children, and together with their children's children. Such is the life of a Daeva.