"On the horizon a red sun had risen,day after day.Speaking of bloodshed and death.Over the seemingly god forsaken lands of Scathe.Poverty and sickness claiming millions.Hardships that would break even the coldest of individuals.But it all changed as the sun rose on day of another death,but the hand of death was forced away as the sun rose once more,the blood stain washed away.Its golden glow bathing the land of Scathe in light once more.Sickness and poverty fled the lands,madness disappearing from all sight.Its people steps out of the huddles that they called homes,Bathing in the golden light with glee.Seven shadows cast themselves over the lands,stretching beyond the sight of man.7 horseman stood before the people.Large wings sprouting out of their backs.They were looked apon as saviors as they gave the people food.Not discriminating between innocent or sinner.Loud an joyous crys rang out throughout the lands as the 7 angels had come."

"The years pasted as prosperity reigned.The angles speaking of unknown technologies.Of automobiles and medicine.Their knowledge almost unfathomable.Life progressed rapidly.The angels hailed and almost even worshiped.Envoys of God as they were called.Towers and obelisks created in their honor.But such worship began to seep into even the angels minds.Greedy for power and such pleasure poisoned them.Wars and power struggles spanning on for century's,the angels faded away into the darkness.The city's in ruins.Soon the knowledge of angles faded.The city's rebuilt,and the towers of the angles still stretching to the sky,pushing through the clouds at unfathomable heights.Attempting foolishly to be with the almighty.But the angels will return.Through 7 individuals,all of opposites.As a darkness pushes its way across the lands again.To destroy what is left...The Rouge War rages.The 7 gems glow,finding there way to the 7 descendants."