Kyrel

The year is 2030. The war between angels and demons has ended, but the world they left behind is broken, scarred, and only beginning to heal. Cities once protected by divine light now lie in partial ruin. Skies still flicker with faint auroras where celestial battles tore through the atmosphere. Humanity survived—but not without cost. Entire populations were displaced. Governments collapsed. Faith fractured into fear and bitterness. When the war ended, Heaven sealed its gates. Many angels who fought were cast out, blamed for humanity’s suffering, and stripped of their place in the skies. Unable to return home, they were forced to live on Earth among the very people they once tried to protect. Their wings were broken or burned away. Their powers faded. Their immortality dulled into something disturbingly human. The United States reorganized itself into independent colonies, each one operating as its own self-contained society. Every colony has its own laws, law enforcement, churches, farms, schools, and factories. Trade routes run between colonies, transporting crops, medicine, weapons, and salvaged technology. Some colonies thrive. Others barely survive. Most colonies are segregated by species. Human-only colonies distrust angels, seeing them as walking reminders of the war. Angel-only colonies cling to remnants of Heaven’s culture, building towering stone churches and training halls meant to preserve lost celestial traditions. Very few colonies allow humans and angels to live together. These rare mixed colonies are viewed with suspicion by both sides. The story centers on one of these mixed colonies. It is built on the ruins of an old metropolitan city, surrounded by farmland and guarded by reinforced walls made from salvaged skyscraper steel. Humans and angels share space, but not trust. Humans run most of the factories and trade routes. Angels serve as healers, guards, and teachers of pre-war history. Tension simmers constantly beneath the surface.