And here is the first chapter. A bit short I have to admit, but I try to change that in the future.
I hope you like it and I am sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes.


Chapter 1

He was known as the great and mighty warrior.

A warrior, who would show no mercy in a battle for justice and peace.

A warrior, who would do anything for his father and heaven to protect them.

But even the most powerful of all warriors had a soft side.

Michael was the first angel who was created by God and he had given him the task of watching over the paradise.

Of what?

God didn't know at that time, because what could happen to heaven?

He was the creation of all being. He was the past, the present and the future, and he alone decided what he created, and how he created it, be it good or bad. But why should God create something evil? It just did not make sense...

All these thoughts rushed through the head of the most powerful of all the angels this morning as he leaned against a tree and stared into the sky.

He had settled far from his brothers and sisters in a shady spot near a small forest.

His sword he held in his right hand, with his left hand he wanted to gently clean it with a cloth, but then all these thoughts had suddenly come to his mind and had distracted him.

He didn't know why he thought about all of this and why he suddenly worried about his home. And not only that, he also worried for his father. God had changed, had changed in a way which almost scared Michael. Something was coming. He and his brothers and sisters could feel it. But none of them knew what awaited them and maybe it was better if they didn't know what was ahead of them...

Michael preferred to return to clean his sword.

It was such a wonderful day and this wonderful day he didn't want to waste with such dark thoughts. He wanted to enjoy it and just indulge in the peace that surrounded him.

Something he hadn't done in an eternity.

He had to smile at this thought, because what signified eternity for an angel who was immortal?

Still, he could not deny that he missed the past centuries.

Centuries in which he was not known as the cold and stoic warrior, but as the angel he really was: A loving, big brother...

His brothers and sisters had changed over time, just as he had.

He had become cold and hard-nosed. And that made him just as scared as the fact that his father had also changed.

And often he thought back to the time when he had been the first and only angel of God...

The great warrior angel didn't like to look back at those times.

Of course, the time had been beautiful he could spend with his father, but he had always lacked something. And then, one day, God had given him a brother. A little brother that had turned his crazy world upside down and he loved this brother like no other angel in this world...

Again, Michael was caught in his thoughts.

Not knowing that he was observed by a pair of curious eyes.

Something moved slowly and smoothly in the bushes behind him, approached him on silent feet and came closer and closer and closer. The arms were outstretched, fingers curved like claws and the eyes of the hunter glowed brighter in anticipation as he stalked closer and closer to his prey.

When Michael heard the snap of a branch and tried to turn around, it was too late for him and a few moments later, his scream average the air as something landed on his back and pushed him face down onto the ground...