Reapers In The Shadows
Prologue
Third POV
The year is 2017 and demons have waged war against each other on Earth. Making the place a living hell, humanity was completely decimated with no trace left of its existence. Demons inherited the world in the process and continued to battle over who will dominate the world. Using mixed arsenals of both modern and ancient weapons, the two sides of this demonic war won't stop.
The Shadows are the true demons from Hell on Earth. They serve the forces of evil and want to bring the world to its knees. They are fueled by the need for destruction, killing, torture, and pain. From the darkness, they plan to add fuel to the fire and just watch as the world burns. The Shadows are led by the Shadow, destroyer of saints.
The Reapers are angels in the form of demons. They fight for what's right and they are strong at heart. They are fueled by good deeds, saving others, and justice. From the light, they plan to rid Hell's true demons from the world and fix all of the damages that both sides have caused. The Reapers are led by Xavier, saint of ice.
There are two Reapers that cannot be stopped when they fight as a team. Jake Shaw, the Shadow Reaper. 26 years old. He's been to Hell and back, unscathed. Very short pitch black hair, grey skin, black horns with red streaks, dimly glowing blood red eyes; wearing dark grey jeans, a black spiked belt, a black hooded long-sleeve armor shirt, black gauntlet armor claws with slight red streaks and steel grey detail on both forearms, black foreleg-high strapped boots with one talon on both front-ends, and finally, a blood red ribbon hanging from the bottom of his shirt. A compound bow strapped to his back along with a dark grey sheathe of arrows hanging from his right shoulder, a tomahawk with a dark brown handle and a silver axe-head strapped to his belt against his right leg, two black pistols holstered at his waist, and a steel grey combat knife with a silver blade. That's all he is.
Eva Slattern, the Dragon Rider. 26 years old. She's one that should not be messed with. Long, smooth flowing pitch black hair, grey skin, black horns with red streaks, dimly glowing blood red eyes; wearing black thigh-high armored heel boots with silver holders and slight red markings, a long dark red hooded cloak, steel grey bracer armor on top of long black upper forearm length gloves on her arms, a black and dark grey one-piece breastplate with red markings that went from her chest to the upper abdomen above the belly. A long sword with a black handle, steel grey blade, and a red glow was her primary weapon. Her other weapons include a dark red combat knife with a silver blade and a black, fully-automatic pistol.
The fight is soon coming to a close. This stalemate cannot last. One side must win. And yet, the battle continues.
Chapter 1: Intro
First POV [Eva]
January 17, 2017
0626HR.
I opened my eyes, more like they shot open, and found myself still in my bedroom, sitting up on my bed. It was all just a dream. I got up and walked into my bathroom, closing the door and turning on the water.
I took off my clothes and got in the shower, shivering as the cold water ran down my bare back. I slightly smiled in my mind as the water went from freezing cold to relaxing warm after a few moments. I washed up within a few minutes before turning the water off. I exited the glass shower and dried myself off with my dark red towel before putting on my usual battle armor.
Leaving my room, I started making my way to the mess hall to get some breakfast. After that, I proceeded to the training room for virtual combat simulations. I walked out onto the abandoned floor and just selected a simple simulation of a target. I walked up to the glowing orange hologram and immediately started slashing at it with my sword. The hologram flickered every time my blade struck.
"Are you always up this early, Eva?" The hologram disappeared as I turned around to see Jake, my best friend, walking up to me. I noticed that he carried all of his weapons at once, just in case of an attack. At that point, I put my sword back in its sheathe.
"Do you always get up at five, Jake?" I curiously ask, walking towards him, with the two of us meeting in the middle of the training room floor. I noticed that Jake was very slightly taller than me as we stood directly in front of each other, but he's always been a very slight difference in height between the two of us.
"Xavier has requested to see you right away." I rolled my eyes, annoyed over the fact that my brother wanted to see me. All of a sudden, without warning, the alarm blared throughout the entire base.
"Jake Shaw and Eva Slattern, report to the Hangar 1D immediately for mission deployment."
"Looks like Xavier will have to wait." I replied with a slight grin on my face. Jake and I started running through the corridors and eventually made our way to the designated hangar. Jake kept walking towards a metallic holding pen, marked 'KEX'. He opened it up as I started walking in a different direction, towards a much larger titanium pen, labeled 'DRAXA'. The pen was almost as tall as the hangar and half the length of the room. I turned around to face Jake as he stood across the floor. "I'll see you out there!" I shouted to him.
He nodded his head. "I know!" I turned back around towards the pen and casually opened the gate. I slowly walked inside and stopped after a few feet and stared into the darkness. Moving very cautiously, a large reptilian snout emerged from the shadows as I gently caressed its roughly smooth, dark red scales. I stared into large, fiery orange eyes as they stared into mine. I lightly patted my second best friend. My huge, reptilian, scaly, fire-blazing best friend…a dragon.
"Ready, Draxa?" I asked, her eyes following me as I walked around her and stopped at her mid-chest. I climbed onto her back and sat down on her lower neck. I tightly gripped the dark brown, leather reins that wrapped around her like a horse. Meanwhile, the hangar doors opened as I noticed Jake, walking his black horse, Kex, into one of the steel grey dropships. Once it was loaded up, the aircraft vertically took off and flew through the opened doors, along other multiple ships. I looked down at Draxa as I slightly grinned. "Let's go."
Draxa stood up on all four kegs and opened her massive wings. She started running towards the hangar door and leaped off of the edge. The wind carried the dragon by her wings as she started flying. The bright morning sun was currently blocked by the day's oncoming grey clouds. I pulled the reins to make sure that we follow the team.
As Draxa turned her head to look at me, I smiled at her. I've taken care of Draxa ever since we were both kids. Now, we're both grown. My smile faded when I looked up to see smoke rising from burning fires in the distance.