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Realm of Angels
Chapter 1
"I haven't been this excited since the 32nd Great War" a purple haired angel squealed. She was outfitted in a dress of brown and white, with a belt of gold. At her waist, a sword hung at attention. Her light brown wings were twitching, reflecting their owner's excitement.
"Calm down Bytol" another angel next to her scolded "This isn't a game"
"Aww, come on. Lighten up Illu" Bytol giggled, hugging the blonde angel next to her. The girl frowned at Bytol, and tried to pry the other girl off of her.
"Bytol, stop! You know I hate that joke. And call me Illumire"
"You're no fun Illu" Bytol sighed, releasing Illumire from her hug "And I wasn't trying to make a joke. I keep forgetting you're the Angel of Light"
"You keep forgetting?! I have to keep reminding myself that you're the Angel of War, and not a 15 year old schoolgirl!" Illumire shouted.
"I'm sorry" Bytol said softly, sobered by Illumire's outburst. "But the prospect of battle always gets me all riled up, you know?"
Illumire sighed and straightened her white dress. "I know. And I'm sorry I yelled at you"
Bytol smiled "It's alright"
Illumire giggled "So what are we here for anyway?" She gestured around them at the endless grassy plains. Wind rustled the grass in waves, and occasionally a tree or rock would dot the scene. The two angels themselves were sitting on such a rock.
Bytol shrugged. "They said that we'd be fighting in a neutral plane this time. This is one of the mortal realms."
"It's beautiful" Illumire smiled, tucking a stray strand of behind her ear, enjoying the cool, gentle breeze rustling through the pure white feathers of her wings. "What's its name?"
"Umm… I think the locals call it Earth"
"Oh, damn , this is gross" a black winged angel cried, marching knee-deep through a swamp, alongside a marshy, boglike demon. She wore very little, barely enough to cover the essentials, and her black hair drifted past her sholders.
"It was our mission to scout out the realm, Amorin" the swamp demon huffed.
"Slawp, you know damn well I only volunteered for this mission because I thought it would be easy." She fumed, switching from walking through the muck to hovering above it.
"More likely you believed you might find yourself an aesthetically pleasing mortal to court." Slawp smirked
"Hey! Cheap shot!"
"You are the Fallen Angel of Lust Amorin. It is not a cheap shot, it is an undeniable truth"
"Yeah, maybe, but you don't have to make me sound like a slut" Amorin pouted, floating along after Slawp.
"But you are. I do not see why you should be ashamed of what you are. It is why you are here, with us."
"Maybe I don't want to be here…" she thought, but quickly shook it off. Of course she wanted to be on the side of the demons. Didn't she?
Locator
Bytol and Illumire: Earth - The Great Plains
Amorin and Slawp: Earth - The Great Dismal Swamp