Jesse had an ordaniary name, but wasn't an ordanairy guy. In this mysterious world where humans were teleported to and where they no longer reigned supreme on the food chain, that was 15 years ago when the human population was almost nine Billion. Now fifteen years of absolute hell, the last one thousand remained, currantly fighting for their lifes at the gate of the Messiah's temple, somewhere they have found refuge in for the last five years. Jesse was slaying left and right, people who where blue, silvery white, some pale, and the most was nearly pitch black, these where the domianate races that occupied this place of death and misery. Then a loud boom echoed as the Alpha to the pitch black people stepped forward, these was considered the Demons. The Alpha proclaimed "I am your Death! you pethetic humans" and with this announcement, he stepped forwards slaying the last few hundred as if they were just foot soldiers, Jesse walking back with his top elites awaiting there death to come like their comrades before them. Swish!, ding, Ahhhh was the sounds heard as the last few humans where slain, until only Jesse remained dead beat. The Demon alpha put a malisous smile one, covered in the blood of his fallen friends that he had spent years with. The demon stepped forward and asked "Any last words?", and before Jesse could answer, swung his blade as Jesse shut his eyes awaiting death. But it didn't come, Jesse slowly opened his eyes and saw a golden figure, who stopped the blade an inch before Jesse's neck, but wasn't looking at the Demon who was shaking in fear, but Jesse. The mysterious figure looked at Jesse like he could peer into his soul, and then stated "My child, you have failed but I believe in second chances... but not thirds, do not fail me again." and with that Jesse's vision didn't go dark, but filled with a golden light as his counsouness floated back in time, 2 days before what was refered as "The Migration", this was the second chance, a chance to retry.