Chapter 1 - Heaven

He was born into a world of bright and untainted white. The first thing he saw was a figure standing in a ray of blinding light. A deep voice suddenly called from afar, making him tremble in fear. The voice was emotionless: a solemn but flat sound.

"Your name will be Baddo," the voice had stated in a language that he naturally understood, "you are an Angel of the Lord, a soldier of God. You shall carry out his and heaven's will. You shall be our sword, our shield. You shall be our judge and our executioner, our commander and our guard."

Who are you? He wanted to ask, who am I? He tried to open his mouth, but could not make a sound.

"You shall be whatever we wish you to become, and our objective shall be your reason of existence. "

It was easy to understand, so he nodded. However, there was still something obscure at the back of his mind, questioning, debating...

"You shall have no goal of your own."

Why? He stared at the figure in mild confusion, why should I not? His silent question would never be answered - the figure had already retreated, disappearing into the dazzling white light.

-o.O.o-

"Ah, Baddo. You have arrived on time." The Angel of Beauty, Amai Mask, greeted leisurely. Baddo nodded, waiting for his superior's instructions. Amai extended his shiny, colourful wings, then glanced at Baddo's direction with a condescending expression.

"Surely you have heard of the Angel Hunter," Amai stated, sounding bored, "the human who turned himself into a demon in order to obtain power equal to an Angel."

"I have," Baddo frowned, "what of it? I thought Mumen was on his trail." Amai scoffed.

"You really think the Angel of Mercy could be of any use in this situation? They found him a while ago near the Gate of Heaven - he was badly injured, but his wings were still intact." Baddo clenched his fist at that - Mumen was one of the angels that would not harm anyone, which meant that the demon must have been rotten to the core. Amai continued in a disinterested tone, "I would have loved to go down myself and tear that disgustingly evil existence apart, but alas - for some reason, Saitama had insisted on sending you instead..."

"Just give me my order," Baddo interrupted, impatient, "what is my mission?"

"Eager for violence as always, how distasteful," Amai shook his head with disdain, "your task is simple - bring the so-called Angel Hunter back to heaven for his punishment. Of course, it would be acceptable as well if you eliminated him on spot. The demon is now on Earth, hidden among humans. To find him as soon as possible, you will need a vessel. You will also have to conceal your weapon."

"Understood," Baddo turned to leave. He was suddenly a bit curious about the notorious "Angel Hunter".

Why would a human ever want to become a demon?

"Oh, one last thing, Baddo…"

He looked back instantly. Amai Mask regarded him with a piercing look that sent a shiver down his body.

"Don't disappoint us."

Baddo nodded, suppressing his doubts and curiosity until they faded to the back of his mind. He did not need to know what the damned demon was thinking. All he needed was to complete his mission, nothing more and nothing less. After all, this was the purpose of his entire existence.

He stepped into the gate, letting the warm light embrace him from every direction. This would be his first visit to Earth using a human vessel, but the procedure was simple. It was a straightforward mission - locate, engage and capture or eliminate the target. It would take no time for him to finish his job and come back home.

What could possibly go wrong?