Title: The Fallen Angels
Author: DarkJester
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just read
Note: I do not own Buffy or any characters there in.
On October 13, 2000, hell came to Earth. Through a combination of events, both intentional and unintentional, all three hellmouths broke open. The various guardian groups were completely unprepared; no prophecies, no mention of it.
Within 36 hours, forty percent of the surrounding populations were dead. Demons of every description roamed the land, killing and raping as they went. Creatures thought to be only from legends and some never before imagined. Imps standing only a few feet tall to dragons as large as trains.
The populations were unprepared. Almost none of them believed that demons existed, even when it was right in front of them. Those sworn to serve and protect caused little difference. None of their weapons had any effect on the monsters. They saw demons brush off bullets as if they were flies before biting the heads off the shooters. Officers who thought they had seen everything stood shocked when they saw men that had been shot a dozen times get up, their faces all wrong. Many ran when they realized their was nothing they could do. Others stayed, refusing to give up.. Almost all fell.
The militaries of the world didn't fair much better. Soldiers had the same problems as the police. Their was no communications because nothing worked. It was later determined that just prior to the breaches, some sort of electro magnetic pulse had been released, frying everything with computers. This meant that all vehicular weapons were useless. No tanks, no planes, no helicopters.
While most of the population either ran around like chickens with their heads cut off or trying to defend their families, the guardian groups tried to solve the problem once and for all. With a combination of magic's they managed to seal all the hellmouths but one: the most powerful. This was located in Sunnydale, California. Still, they managed to shrink it so that none of the big beasts could escape. Unfortunately, many of the magic users were killed in the attempt, the task was so draining.
Over the next two years, the nations started to adapt. No longer was there a world community. Civilization went back to the Dark Ages. Villages and towns sprung up, ruled by local monarchs. The citizens learned to defend themselves by way of medieval type weaponry, augmented with whatever firearms they had. Key occupations changed from commercial to industrial and agricultural. They learned to farm for their survival, learned how to fight most of what was trying to eat them, and quickly learned to hide themselves in their homes at night and pray that the vampires, which had taken control, would not have something drag them out to be eaten.
Life went on, as it is want to do. People, like always, quickly adapted to the new ways of life. However, most were concerned with just trying to survive till the next day. They cared not for what was happening in a village 50 miles away, just as long as it wasn't happening to theirs. They were content to farm their land, create their goods, and complete their services. In many areas, they were also fine with the vampire lords, as they protected them from the wild demons and creatures that still roamed the land, in exchange for moneys and living bodies. Very few ever ventured out into the world, looking to see if they could help others. Yes, life truly had gone back to the Dark Ages.
Except, not everyone had chosen to lay down and pray the monster under the bed would stay away. Some, though few in their numbers, chose instead to pull the monster out by it's pointy little tail and beat the living shit out of it. This is about two such men, Alexander Lavelle Harris and Ariel Asher Frost. The Fallen Angels.
The most evil nice guy in the world, Dark Jester