{Disclaimer: These Gods are one's I have chosen from my own imaginative worlds. These do not pertain to other mythology.}

As kids, we were told the stories about the kings and queens who ruled above. Gods and Goddesses of every single thing you could think of; Earth, fire, wind, seas, love, feast, famine, war, and on. The God's of course were mythical. They never existed.

That's how we thought, at least. Until April 17th of 2028. The clouds split, gasps from the streets of the cities, the sun now sending rays down shining on the opening. Unrecognizable beings stood in a formation of the shape of a triangle.

When did they come? Who are they?

Nefaria, goddess of the war stood tall and proud amongst the people. Her build was tall, slim, and a pale grey skin complemented her long mystical blue hair and eyes. She stared down at the citizens of the poor city of Urea.

"Distasteful." She said, and with a snap, blood scattered everywhere. Corpses fell as a blur of white returned to the side of Nefaria.

That monster was Yuel, who was the Demi-god of hunt. Mist fell as it slowed, unveiling a horrid creature. His body was one of a Wolf, fur coat in the purest white, along its head were thirteen jagged horns. His eyes were completely grey with hints of white in them, his tail had spikes starting from its back, and to top it off were his razor sharp, blood-stained teeth. He was terrifying. -- Not to mention, almost 6 feet tall.

Nefaria's hand rested on the head of Yuel.

"Clean this up." Her low voice drug out as she moved on. And as she requested, her followers cleansed the street she was in.

Slowly more and more Gods arrived staking their claim in each part of Urea. People died left and right, bloodshed became the normal. Soon enough, the only things that remained where the God's monsters that had accompanied them on their descent.

Yuel, the Demi god of the hunt. A Rathe, a lanky skinny figure who could find anyone in a second. The twin monsters, Amolian and Achlys, the demi-gods of feast and famine. And so many others... No street was safe.

It was inescapable.

I am Raimind, the God of Veils. I am one who studies these gods, these monsters and their lives. I was always apart of them, however I ran. Gods are not beautiful, kind, and all-powerful. They are evil, condescending and disgusting. When I went against them, I was banished down into Urea as Raiden. So by technicality there is nothing special about me.

Only now... I'm shielding over 600 habitants in a veil-like parallel to keep them from the hunt.

The Gods are after me. I brought this fight to Urea, what more could I do than to save some of the poor souls?

Gods are simply bedtime stories, are they not? They don't exist. And I will make sure none of these people find out that Gods exist. Allow them to live in bliss.

{TBC (?)}