As the sun set and the moon rise, a storm was set to take it presence. A man played a saxophone into the night, slowly rain droplets fell from the sky, but seconds later it was a massacre, almost as a million bullets where falling out the sky. Thunder was heard followed by it close friend lighting, as the song came to an end, the sky rapidly darkened. A piercing scream was heard, a boy fell out of the sky.
As the saxophone man looked on from the distance, the boy had a lean dark face, sliver grey hair, he was topless and his trousers wear ripped in several places, his body was muscular and thin. Just as the man was about to make himself known, slowly two glittering white wings peeled from out of his back, his feathers where as bright as snow, but as sharp as knives. He looked set to kill.
As the rain still fell, the boy eyes scanned the area almost as if he was alert for trouble. He sat down on a bench then waved his hands though the air, pulling back the curtains of black cloud, a ray of moon light came out of the sky, the boy picked himself up, he pulled out a small green ruby like gem, the boy held it into the sky. And then there in front of the man's eyes and army of angels assembled.
The saxophone man watched in shock but as well amaze as he saw hundreds of angels fly down from the sky. As they all landed, the boy replaced the gem back into his pocket. He turned to face towards them. And then he stomped his feet and then they vanished into thin air.
As the sun set and the moon rose, evil was on its presence, it had been a long month and many unexpected events had taken their place but tonight was the night of all evil, to night was the night when two must become one, tonight is the night where it all must end. As the boy touched down on to land, his dark black wings slowly dissolved away. The boys face was nether fat or thin, but nether dirty or clean, his eyes shone like a star in the night, but his smile cut like a blade. He pulled out a black ruby like gem and held it into the sky, and there in front of his very own eyes a tornado assembled.
As the boy continued to held the stone in the air he started to speak out loud
"Spiritus auras, arena maris,
Convergere ponere animam worlders free.
Mitto illud ventus in VORSUS,
Date ante me descendit worlders ante tempus'
As the passage left his lips, the tornado lurched before it slowly dissipated, leaving behind a curtain of black smoke. As the smoke started to evaporate, the black ruby like gem, started to glow at the presence of an army.