Greetings, everyone! I bring you a new fandom that I created, Warriors of God! Six males go on a journey to smite the demons of Satan, while glorifying God when they fight. This story uses a group known as Free Lasting Souls, but enough about that. Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Free Lasting Souls or the members. I only own the story. Thank you.
All over this bright world, there are dark manifestations of hatred and rage known as demons. They are controlled by their leader, Satan, who dwells in the bowels of Hell. However, few people have the power to fight these demons that dwell in their hearts. And that is with the help of the Almighty Lord, God. As well as his angels, he is the only one who can control Satan and the demons that try to make it up to the Earth.
This is of one group's stories of becoming Warriors of God.
This is the story of Free Lasting Souls.
-In a recording studio-
Six males stood behind a large glass window, instruments scattered all around the floor. Two guitars, a bass, a large drum set, a keyboard, and an electric violin were only a few of the things that were inside. Microphones were also placed expertly in different places. One of the males looked a little bit older than most of the others.
"Hey, Rob!" the tall male of the group called over to the other. Rob was short, but his voice was from an angel. He was also kind, always seeming to have a smile on his face.
"What, Shane?" Rob answered back to the one who cried over to him. "Need any help?"
"Could you help Hoby get this drum set ready?" Rob nodded, racing over to the one called Hoby, who was an Asian. He was a talented drummer. The other males were trying to get amps and cords connected before they could start practicing. But before they could begin, a bright light filled their vision, making some of them cover their eyes.
"Free Lasting Souls," a voice called out from above them. "You have shown that you possess a great talent, glorifying God in all that you do. The Lord has chosen you to become Warriors, to help find that demons that purged this world with darkness. With this, you can bring light back to the Earth, just as Jesus did before he died." When the light faded, a man stood in front of the shocked group. He wore a white robe that was like snow, but bright as lightning. A pair of white eagle wings were upon his back, a sword tucked away in a white sheath. Long golden hair reached down to his back, bright blue eyes shining like stars.
"Are we dreaming this?" Rob whispered in awe, not taking his eyes off the angel.
"Nope, Rob," replied Vance, the bass player. "I don't think this is a dream. He seems pretty real to me." The mysterious angel nodded lightly, unsheathing his sword.
"Kneel," he murmured, proceeding to knight the six members. "In the name of the Lord Almighty, I hereby dub thee, Free Lasting Souls, Warriors of God. You may rise." When they did, they noticed something different about each other. All of them had weapons strapped to their belts. Rob held a long rapier with a golden hilt; Shane seemed to have the same weapon as Rob, but the hilt was a beautiful turquoise. Hoby had two katana swords placed near his thighs, which he admired the blades thoroughly.
Vance had a broadsword in his hand, the blade wider than his index finger. Dave, the lead guitarist, gripped a long masamune in his left hand, the blade nearly touching the angel's cloak. And Steve, the keyboardist and violinist, wielded a rapier, the hilt a bright white. The angel smiled as the males glanced at their weapons. When they looked up, the angel was gone.
"Warriors of God, huh?" Shane whispered, admiring his rapier with praise. "Sounds good to me." The others nodded in agreement, and sheathed their weapons.
"What about practice?"
Now that Free Lasting Souls have become Warriors of God, how will they learn to fight demons, and where will their skills take them? Find out in chapter two!
Special thanks to Free Lasting Souls for letting me use them in this story!
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