[ WP ] War breaks out between the legions of hell and heaven , humanity joins and surprisingly is winning against both

When the world burns, when homes are destroyed, cities are reduced to rubble, and the blinding light of heaven and stench of hell comes raining down on your head, what would you do? What could you do? 
 
 The angels came first, and we watched. 
 
 We watched as the angels descended, as they sung their hymns and glorified God. We heard their decrees and their vow of protection for mankind. We went to our homes and we locked the doors, we closed the windows, we said our prayers and we did as we were told. Because the angels are good. They are protection and they are right. 
 
 Next came the demons, and we watched. 
 
 We watched as they rose from their pits. They screeched their cries as the fire trailed behind them, and they hissed their warnings. We heard their shouts and their vow of no mercy for all who interfere. So we went to our homes, we did as were were told. They are our enemy, the antithesis of good. 
 
 Next came the battles, and we watched. 
 
 We gathered where we could and stayed in the shadows. We waited as war broke out on Earth, as the angels and demons took out their eternal frustrations on each other, as they shed their blood, burned their wings, cut through their scales. We waited while they fought, because who are we to interfere in the machinations of heaven and hell. 
 
 Then came the destruction, and we watched. 
 
 Our waiting turned to survival. Our politicians fell prostrate and our leaders retreated to bunkers. As our world burned, the infinite hosts from above and below no longer concerned themselves with the casualty of man. Their boasts of protection and warnings of retribution were hollow as they we became caught in the crossfire. As our families burned, our children wept and our race hid in the shadows. 
 
 The Earth stilled. And we watched. 
 
 We watched as our birds ceased singing, our fished ceased swimming, and our trees kept burning. The world stilled, and we looked on in horror as the battle raged on, our world the epicenter of misfortune at the hands of infinite beings. 
 
 And it's said we watched, for the first time since the war started, as a young boy, whose name will never be known, but whose body will always be remembered, came between two beings. His cry for his mother, whose body burned in a nearby building, and his father who succumbed to hunger, was shrill and deafening. He screamed his frustrations at the hosts of heaven and hell that fought with disregard to the suffering of his family, and he drove himself at the nearest he could find, breaking the bloody struggle of angel and demon if only for a second. 
 
 The hosts looked on him, one with indifference, the other, disdain. They saw this human, this young boy standing in the way of their war, and the angel and demon laughed, together, at the frail thing before them. 
 
 As the young boy was struck down, we watched. 
 
 As he fell to the ground, and the light left his eyes, we watched. 
 
 And as the hosts of heaven and hell returned to their quarrel, we struck.
