Chapter 1: The Bloody Wedding

The world of Midgard is ravaged by wars and hideous crimes. What would it be if the next war will be the end of Midgard?

Will Midgard end even before the Ragnarok comes?

Fate lies on the hands of a priest and an assassin.

Sunlight penetrated the stained glass window of the Prontera Sanctuary. Today indeed is a special day. Royal Guards stood in front of the meticulously designed wooden door of the sanctuary. Authorities, elites, and guild leaders entered the sanctuary dressed in their special clothing, emissaries too are there. Today is indeed a special day for the prince is going to be married.

Azrael, a priest assigned to preach in the merchant town Alberta, entered the sanctuary. Indeed, he was 2 years away from his beloved sanctuary. Inside the sanctuary, the marble walls were designed in curves and pillars stood at the end of every corner. A long red carpet was placed in the middle of the aisle as golden archways were placed on both of the sides. At the end of the carpet, the altar is found. White cloth covered the altar.

He looked around; one of his gloved hands removed his blue feather beret from his head, revealing his kept orange brown hair. The brunette made his way to report to the priest's office. His 2 year assignment in Alberta is done and he is required to report to the office.

Azrael pushed the door in front of him. The place is surprisingly clean. Normally, acolytes would be lined up near the Priest Examination room and priests would be reporting to the Administration. He walked towards the priest behind a glass window.

While the priest Azrael is registering at the administration. The wedding began.

After the general intercessions, the time for the exchange of vows has come.

As the groom says his vow, two purple daggers flew from a pillar. These daggers hit the king, and the prince on the neck, with excellent precision. Blood came out of the other side of their necks. There was a collective gasp as the groom fell to the floor dead. Then, a sound of glasses being broken came. The Royal Guards looked at the falling pieces of glass as a shadow escaped. The shadow escaped at the back of the sanctuary.

Azrael, who took the choir under his hands, witnessed the shadow escape. He ran towards the large wooden doors and opened them. Royal Guards are staring at him as he explained everything.

"We don't have much time!" the brunette yelled at them. They remained passive, until a fellow Royal Guard came and approved it.

The Royal Guards, full-plated and armed, went to the back of the sanctuary. There, the shadow the priest was describing was there.

The cloaked figure looked at them. The figure wore a sakkat and an assassin mask and the cloak hid the rest of the figure's body.

The head of the Royal Guards, a lord knight, beckoned at the party. He stepped forward, a spear at his hand.

"What did you do a while earlier?" the lord knight asked.

"I killed the king and the prince, was that wrong?" the cloaked figure replied.

"You insolent fool! What have you done?" the lord knight shouted. He waved at the Royal Guards and circled the figure. The figure showed no signs of reaction as spears are aimed at the figure.

"Charge!" the lord knight shouted, the Royal Guards yelled and charged towards the figure.

The figure took out a rope with several knives attached to it and spoke some words as the rope pointed at every single Royal Guard at the vicinity.

The priest Azrael ran towards the scene of the fight. He watched in horror when he saw armored bodies lay down on the floor as few struggled to stand while the leader stared at horror.

"What are you?!" the lord knight questioned. The figure looked at him and replied.

"I am the shadow of death that cleanses the light."

The priest couldn't believe at what happened at the next moments, the lord knight fell on the grassy ground with 10 knives stocked at his back. They pierced through the armor.

The cloaked figure looked at Azrael, and removed his sakkat. The figure looked exactly like him, emerald green eyes and he has the exact color of hair though his hair is tied into one ponytail.

"Hello, twin brother."

Lights went off at Azrael's eyes.

Yeah. I'm sure I can explain about this.

I changed the entrance for it's err… something like that. I changed their ranks.

From high priest to priest and assassin cross to assassin.

These jobs play a crucial role in the story so please bear with me.

Azrael – Islamic Angel of Death.

Try Wikipediaing it. I am really, Really, REALLY sorry. /sry