Prologue

Genesis

After several hundred human years since the Exodus...

Eisengard, one of the four cities that angels built and governed after the Exodus.

In the city of Eisengard, there was one person who held the highest position, leading the whole community into much greater success. It was the King, Keinsley Cartwright. He had the power and authority of that as a ruler of a whole empire. For twenty years, he has wonderfully turned a small village into a kingdom with its own respected innovations, weapons, army, et hoc genus omne. Eisengard was very renowned for one special thing though - its Princess.

"Happy birthday!"

With a pop, rainbow colored confetti and fuchsia tinted balloons flew everywhere, conveying a congratulatory message to whoever was celebrating.

In fact, the celebrator was the King's daughter, Princess Cornelia. Cornelia was highly regarded as an intellectual angel who possessed unequaled beauty. Along with her naturally golden locks, her stormy aquamarine orbs were one of a kind. Certainly, this young lady's 12th birthday was an event that no one would let pass by without them being involved one way or another.

Around the back of the lavish halls of Eisengard's Castle was an orchestra that provided light jazz for the celebration. Every single angel in the kingdom was present, standing up beside their designated wooden carved seats as a cake was brought to the front of the stage.

"Now, for the Princess' birthday wish," the host of the party announced.

Accepting the microphone with meek hands, Cornelia made her way to the center of the stage and faced the whole community. She smiled gratefully at them before placing the microphone to her mouth, "I wish-"

BANG! CRASH!

The front doors of the hall burst open and dead guards were flung inside. A wingless entity paced along the room as other troops of angels attempted to restraint him. The townsfolk panicked and scrambled. Guards immediately aided in the evacuating procedure and in the protection of the royal family.

Spears were hurled at the intruder from all four directions while several other angels charged at him head-on. He jumped and grabbed one of the spears upon landing. He slammed an incoming soldier into the rest of his opponents, stacking them one behind another. With one push, the spear penetrated the pile of soldiers, killing all of them in one blow.

The wingless entity focused his eyes on the princess behind his dark shadowy cloak that revealed nothing except his eyes. He sprinted towards her, unmasking a dagger from his sleeve. Keinsley screamed at the guards since they were taking him away from the scene, leaving his daughter.

Outmatched in every single aspect, the angels guarding the Princess were discarded easily by the abomination. He sliced his way through them. Jumping on one of the soldier's shoulders, the cloaked figure threw the dagger in his hand at the Princess.

She closed her eyes, shielding herself from fear.

CLANG.

The dagger was swiftly repelled by the spear of a black winged angel who seemingly came out of nowhere, his tattered cape billowing behind him in a blur of crimson.

The Princess opened her eyes in surprise. The black winged angel glanced behind his shoulders, looking at her with his dark onyx orbs shrouded by a cloak similar to the wingless entity. Demons of the dark came rushing towards them as the wingless one called on them from the deepest herald of Artwaltz.

The King was dragged out of the castle before the Hellhounds could reach the doors in which they escaped. Some of the fiends aimed for the angel's head while the remaining sought to take the Princess to their master. The angel fended off the Minotaurs and Orcs with his crimson spear, protecting the Princess behind him. He struck the foot of the horned demon in front of him and pushed it down the stage, also causing the other demons to stumble in the process. He ducked from an horizontal axe blow and crushed the Orc's throat with an impaling spear attack from below.

Cornelia looked about apprehensively, watching the battle unfold. She was unaware of what to do in the middle of the chaos. Suddenly, the angel was thrown to the wall beside her. Blood dripped from his arm down to his hand.

"W-what's happening?"

"Chaos."

The angel ripped his bloody sleeve off and clutched his spear tightly.

Then, a Dragonute ran at the Princess at full throttle. The angel struck it in the head with his weapon before spinning around the demon and reclaiming his spear. He flew off the stage and dashed at the direction of the wingless enemy. He sped in one direction, killing one fiend after another with slashes to the neck and chest. He slid under a table then jumped at the shoulders of an Orc before ripping it in half. Using a nearby pillar to gain momentum, the angel grabbed it with his free hand and spun around it, pushing away from it with his feet to propel himself at the main enemy. He raised his spear as the distance between them closed.

The wingless entity drew out a black spear to parry the angel's swift slash. The angel withdrew a small leap backwards.

He charged again, sending sparks of light and darkness from the clashing of their spears. He pressured with a barrage of quick slashes and aerial blows until the intruder was backed into the wall.

The enemy jumped on the wall and aerial dashed to the Princess' direction. Cursing, the angel chased him from behind with the use of his dark, ravenous wings. The angel reached to grab his enemy's foot but he suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind the angel's back. A slash of the dark spear sent the angel plunging hard into the floor. Cornelia made her way to the exit as guards covered her. The wingless entity glanced at her and nudged the angel out of the way with his foot. Cornelia shrieked, seeing the enemy closing in. Before the wingless one could slash Cornelia, chains grabbed his sides and pulled him away from her. The angel picked himself up from the ground, a long chained blade in his hands. His wings were now elongated and a mask of jagged black lines covered his face.

The guards, along with the Princess, stared at the angel in stupor.

Sprinting at him, the wingless one struck the angel with his spear. The angel flinched from the attack without moving an inch from where he stood. A pummeling barrage of strikes was forced upon the angel. He still stood firm, blood running down from the side of his forehead.

Chains of Chaos entered through the roof, the floor and the walls of the hall. Each of the chains took hold of the intruder's head, hands and legs respectively, rendering him powerless. He was raised in the air, the chains and his figure forming a cross. The angel held his hand out, pointing it at the wingless one. Scorching flames from the depths of hell burned the skin of the enemy. He screamed in agonizing pain, sending shivers to those who watched.

Upon seeing this, Cornelia's eyes widened in sheer horror.

The angel laid deep slices into the enemy's limbs, creating a cross shaped scar on his chest. The screaming became worse as the chains that held him from all directions pulled with intense force. His bones snapped and his joints became dislocated. The wingless one was torn apart in a matter of seconds. The head, arms and legs were taken apart from the torso. His detached limbs scattered on the floor, sending a shower of blood.

Wiping his blood stained face and picking up the defeated enemy's head, the angel looked at the Princess. Overwhelmed by fear and unknown emotions, the guards finally regained their ability to move and escorted the Princess to a much safer place.

Later, from atop a hill, the people of Eisengard watched as a black winged angel ascended to the dark sky, carrying with him a long, chained blade.

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