The Maker Sends an Angel
What if Angels are real? Something struck the heavens and the angel Sariel fell to Earth. He woke up only to find his wings missing, a mark on his hand, and shackles on his wrists while two mortal women interrogates him. – Based on RP/Under Plot construction.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age Series. There are also elements of angels coming from the Supernatural by Eric Kripke.
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Chapter 1: The Breach
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Beyond Thedas, and even beyond the fade, there exists the heaven. The boundaries outside of Heaven are always at constant battle. Fallens and demons fight against the Angels.
It never ends, but Heaven always stand victoriously.
Soon, that faith shakes.
"SARIEL!" Sariel heard his name called and easily he blocked the incoming axe with his shield. Metal collided, sounding off a thunder that shook their bones. The angel took that chance to thrust his spear out into the demon's throat, killing it instantly.
"Watch your flank!" The same voice shouted and an arrow shot passed through the angel, hitting another demon as it struck right through its skull. The angel hovered some meters away from him as it teased him, "You're not focusing."
"I am focused, Zazriel," Sariel said to him as he pulled his arm back and he threw his spear, flying straight at the angel that had defended him, but instead of hitting him, it passed him by inches and it hit a flying demonic goliath with wings—piercing its heart.
The demonic goliath fell and Sariel reached his hand out only for the spear to return in his hand.
"You're quite a show off, Commander!" Zazriel said as he flew by his side-behind him and started firing arrows.
"And you taunt too much. Archers should be silent or they become targets," Sariel replied back as he cut down another demon.
"Well, maybe you should taunt them so I won't become a target."
Sariel shook his head but a smile was there on his face.
The Commander of the Seventh Fleet of Heaven was the Archangel Sariel himself, a benevolent angel of Death who carries a spear and a shield like a Spartan warrior. He was always sent to kill an army of demons, but this time, the Fallen had led these demons. Why? He was not certain.
For now, his mission was to punish these demons and the fallen.
An angel scout flew in and reported, "Demonic reinforcements are coming in! The one leading the charge is the fallen angel, Balam!"
Sariel's eyes narrowed at that. He knew who and what Balam was. He once was a friend, but now he was nothing more but an enemy. Balam was once a follower of Lucifer, now he is the cause of sinners, the bringer of corruption and temptation. He could poison the minds of mortals.
Not only that, but the Fallen Balam has a serpent tail with a very sharp end coated with venom.
"He is mine," Sariel snarled at that as he turned to see from the horizon of the desecrated lands, a bigger army of demons approached them, and there was on that hovered above in all greatness of darkness.
Balam.
"Regroup!" Sariel commanded and the angels immediately coordinated with ease as they fell in rows of lines while the demons retreated to join the reinforcements in order to charge together.
The angels were quicker and Sariel called out the order, "CHARGE!"
The Angel Battalion flew like comets raining down upon the blackest of shadows. Each angel had their weapons thrust into a creature, and Sariel collided blades with Balam.
Balam grinned. "Sariel~ Miss me?"
"Rot in hell, Fallen!"
"I did, but I got bored of it. I wanted to try something new, like butchering your brothers and sisters!" Balam enjoyed teasing this particular Angel of Command. He was his equal in war as they stand in opposite sides. It brought him joy every time to see his angelic face.
"You will not win! Not today! Not ever!" Sariel bashed him with a shield to push him back as he flew forward to fight. He was an expert, and he knew to avoid Balam's tail and his tricks.
The fighting raged on-Good versus Evil. Who would win this battle?
The answer was vague when the sky suddenly split in half, stopping all the fighting as everyone looked up.
"What-" Sariel's words were cut off as a bright pillar of light shut down and blinded everyone-it hit them all, sending them flying as it were a solar blast.
Sariel could hear the screams of both demons and angels, and his body felt like it was in flames.
Before he knew it, his whole vision blackened and darkness took him.
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"Seeker Pentaghast! The prisoner has awakened!" A guard reported to her.
Cassandra immediately marched right on with Leliana following right behind. Finally, the survivor-the prisoner was awake.
Days ago, they have heard from the soldiers-that were sent in to investigate the explosion of the conclave—they saw a man stepping out of a fade rift and a woman of gold right behind him, and then the rift closed.
Upon investigating the prisoner, he had a mark that matched the power of the rift. So far, he was their only suspect and he was in a coma. The healers did their best and then suddenly an elf apostate came in to offer his assistance. She didn't know if they were working together or not, but so far he had not run away and had been helping as much as he could. For what reason? She didn't know, but whatever reason he gave, she did not trust him at all.
The apostate said that this prisoner—this survivor—was their only key of closing the rifts and ending the breach—a larger rift that had tear a hole in the sky.
Now it's time to prove that theory right.
She walked right through the double doors and for sure, the prisoner was awake.
Sariel woke up in confusion. He looked around to have find himself in a dark, damp cell with humans surrounding him, threatening him with blades. He ignored them of course then he noticed he was chained. It would have been so easy to break out of these but his eyes caught the peculiar glowing aura coming from his hand.
He turned his hand around to see a mark on his palm, and then suddenly the mark grew bright and a sharp pain rattled through him. He let out cry, startled from the strange harmful magic and then suddenly the doors opened and two mortal women walked in.
Cassandra walked around him and with a menacing tone she asked him, "Tell me why we shouldn't kill you right now. The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone that was there died from the explosion… except for you."
Sariel narrowed his eyes at her. "Conclave? I do not know what you speak of."
Suddenly she grabbed his hand that held the glowing mark. "Explain this."
She threw it back to the stone floor and Sariel winced a bit. He protested, "I-…I cannot."
"What do you mean you cannot?"
The angel could hear the anger in her tone growing, but he continued to speak the truth, "I do not know why it is there, and how it got there!"
"You're lying!" Her hands reached out to strangle him—strangle him! Him! An Angel! This daring woman!
The other red-haired woman finally intervened as she reached out, pulling her friend away. "We need him, Cassandra," she said. They need him? What did they need him for?
Sariel had about enough of this but when he tried to leave, he couldn't. He wanted to fly away but…
He looked behind his back and his eyes widened. "My… my wings…My wings! Where are my wings?!"
This statement gave them all a pause when he asked that and confusion was on their faces. Was this man crazy? Meanwhile, Sariel was freaking out. Had he become a fallen? No. He would still have his wings.
Who stole his wings?!
Or… did he turn human?
"…Am I…am I now of man…?" Sariel asked himself, glaring down at the stone floor in shock.
Leliana was not sure what to make of this, but she approached him. She urged him. "Can you tell us what you remember? Can you recall anything?"
What he remembered?
Sariel thought hard at that and he did remember some things. "I… I remember a battle outside the boundaries of the Heavens. Then a light… suddenly I was in the Fade… dark creatures were chasing me—I could not fly…and then a woman!"
"…A woman?" Leliana raised a brow at that. "…And a battle? Outside of the Heavens?" No one could believe what they were hearing as the soldiers that stood guard over the prisoner began to believe that little rumor they heard from the scouts.
"Yes… where am I? What is this place? And the conclave. What is that?" Sariel asked, wanting questions answered desperately.
"Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take him to the breach," the other woman—Cassandra—said to her and this Leliana start leaving the room while the Seeker knelt down and unshackled him; however, he bounded his wrists with rope.
"What happened?" Sariel asked as he was starting to see that these people seemed to have a problem.
"It's better if I show you," She said.
The prisoner stood up and Cassandra took note of how tall the man was, broad shoulders, and the armor he was wearing was golden yet battered and used. He said he had a battle in Heavens. Was he telling the truth? No. This man had gone crazy perhaps.
Sariel followed her out and he was shocked to see the sky. There was a hole in the sky and he listened to her explanation of what it is. Demons were falling out of the sky and these rifts appeared everywhere, all across this world called Thedas.
The mark on his hand could be the key to ending all of it.
After hearing all of that, he cannot stand idly by, and at the moment, he was grounded. No wings to fly back to his home.
"I will help," Sariel said to her.
Cassandra was a little taken back though she did not show it. She distrusted this prisoner, and she was certain that he was the cause of the explosion because he was the only one who came out alive.
She had to be certain. "Really?"
"Yes, really. I am Sariel, Commander of the Seventh Fleet of the Heavens, and I follow the Maker, my creator, my Father," he said to her, his blue bright eyes looking straight at her brown ones, showing no lies. "I may not have my wings to prove to you that I am angel, but I will do what I can to help humanity. If this mark can help close it, then I will use it, even if it kills me."
"That's… even if it kills you?" Cassandra asked him. He sounded too good to be true, and angels? What were they? The man sounded crazy, to be honest.
"Yes. It is my duty as an angel to fight that is evil," Sariel told her and slowly he rose to his feet, standing bravely. "Let us not waste any more time. Take me to this Breach."
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Hi! Hope you like reading this. Sariel would be like any angel back in the Supernatural series, but there will be difference in its story.
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