Michael stood among the broken towers, crumbling at the mere sight of him. This destroyed city, ancient home of the Gods themselves. All that stood before him was the end of a pitiful war. A man who stood up, and defied the laws of God. It was this man that proved that the deadliest weapon was the power of words. His words alone allowed him to rally up an army of men powerful enough to conquer their Lord. And so God died. In his destruction, he released death to the world, and took with him the secrets that laid in this city.
Michael walked through the alleys, each step causing a puff of dust to rise up. His bored, tired eyes looked around at what the hands of Man had destroyed. Where the wind howls now, once howled with the laughter of children. But no more, the time of Man had risen and now they claim themselves Gods. So the vicious cycle repeats itself.
But Michael hadn't come down to this forgotten city to reminisce. Something here was pulling at him, demanding his attention. He could ignore it not, every action he took would slowly draw him towards it until he faced it. The next fight, the next battle, the next victory. Some things would never change. It was just convienent that someone had decided to camp out in the city Man had forsaken. Perhaps picking fruit from the accursed tree that started this campaign of madness. Who knows? All Michael knew was that there was a dull pain in his head that wouldn't go away until someone was dead.
And so Michael came to the middle of the city, and looked upon the long deceased tree. What a marvel it had been in its time. But no more. He sat down beside the tree, and rested. Whoever called him would show themselves in due time.

An rather odd looking man stepped out from inside one of the few remaining buidlings in the ruined city. He did not due so because of how unstable the building was, nor did he do it because of the hazardous air, which was filled with dust and mold. No, these things did not bother the man, but something, something outside of the building, did. An aura of bloodlust was emiting from somewhere within this ruined realm. The man was no stranger to people such as that, people who oozed with murderous intent. After all, he had spent alot of time dealing with them.
Intrigued, the man followed the bloodcurdling aura, hoping it would lead him to the source.