Jimmy was your average everyday sort of 12 year old kid. He loved to play video games (maybe he played them a little too excessively), he was doing good in school and had some very good friends that would stick with him through thick or thin. So in essence, he was a pretty well rounded kid.

When Jimmy turned 13, everything he knew and had become accustomed to, changed.

At first it was his parents, for seemingly weird reasons, his parents started spending a lot more time with him. Then his sister started pulling away from him, mumbling about gods and choices or something odd like that.

Then one night, he herd tiny voices. He woke up and saw the weirdest thing he ever saw in his entire life. Two floating orbs seemingly made of light. As he saw one of the orbs, he was filled with pure joy and unimagined happiness. It was the brightest white and it gave Jimmy a comforting feeling. He thought it was extremely beautiful, but when he noticed the other orb, all of his feelings of happiness and joy vanished and were replaced by dread and horror so extreme he felt sick. The orb was the darkest crimson he had ever seen. It was almost black and the inside swirled with a dark mist. If you stared at it too long you would probably be drawn to look into its center and all of your thoughts, hopes and dreams would be pulled into its depths never to exist again.

Then Jimmy again noticed their voices. well what thought where their vices. As he listened to them, he couldn’t really make any sense of the words because they seemed to be speaking in an unearthly language.

The crimson orbs voice was as smooth as velvet. When he concentrated, he could hear a sinister tone that he hadn’t noticed before The voice always pronounced the letter “s” almost like a snake.

The white orb had a rough, scratchy voice almost like it hadn’t been used in a while. It had hints of power and extreme patience. The voice reminded Jimmy of his grandfather who rarely spoke much except to him. When Jimmy was near his grandfather he told intricate stories about nights castles and such. His favorite was the one about how the world was created by a giant dragon. Just then he remembered that his grandfather’s funeral was in three days and a tear rolled down his cheek and dropped on to his pajama pants.
The orbs seemed to notice his distress and while the crimson one started to laugh wildly the white one floated up beside him and said “I am very sorry that my brother, Diablo always has to act this way. Can you forgive me for his actions?” Jimmy (not knowing what else to do) forgave the glowing white orb. When he did the orb grew brighter and less fuzzy while the crimson one shrank a little. “Oh, so sorry for I was being extremely selfish, my name is Angel. My sister and I are arguing over who should inhabit your, or rather our body.”