Act 1
Gate of Heaven
Tales shall speak of the war between the gods and demons, the battle of good and evil.
Four human years later...
Gate of Heaven, separating the outside world from Arcadia.
A black winged angel stood firm in front of the Gate of Heaven, which was suspended far up in the sky. He stood motionless as the uprising squall's gust whipped his wild-curled out, pitch-black hair.
His outfit was complete. The top part of his body was shrouded in darkness by a black V-neck shirt that overlapped a white one underneath. Covering his lower half was his black pants that had two black intersecting belts, one from the top right and one around his left leg. A dark metal pauldron was on his left shoulder and his crimson cape was attached to it. The cape, due to its diverse design, had gaps for his wings. It hid his lower jaw and only exposed a part of his black shirt, covering his front from both sides vertically like a jacket. The last portion of the set was his dark, shin-high, metal boots.
"Demons," the angel thought as he sensed a familiar influx of adrenaline overflowing in him.
Opening the palm of his hand, blue glowing particles forming a spear-like shape suddenly appeared near his hand. The dust under him swiveled as the particles produced a weak whirlwind.
Fiends, specifically wild beasts, shook the area with their heavy, trampling footsteps.
"Death to all who oppose the will of the gods," whispered the black winged angel to the wind.
Howling, the multitude of beasts rushed when they caught sight of the angel. They opened their mouths, hungry for fresh blood, and exposed their terrifyingly large canine teeth. A single one of them could devour a whole army of archangels in seconds. Imagine what a hundred could do.
"To cast upon divine retribution, I call upon thee, Chaos!" the angel called out. Grabbing onto the blue particles, it formed into a crimson lance - his Vanquisher, Chaos.
The angel sidestepped as the first assaulter attacked. With a single heavy stroke he slashed the fiend in two, leaving the dead corpse ablaze on the ground. Spinning around, he quickly stepped forward with his right foot and dashed ahead at blinding velocity as his ravenous wings granted him with speed.
As one of the beasts opened its jaws, he struck his lance into its mouth, effectively crushing the beast's skull. He pulled the spear out, causing broken tissues and joints. Another three simultaneously lunged at him, aiming for his vital spots. An aura of crimson flame emerged from the ground and surrounded the angel, burning the three beasts into ashes.
He fluttered off into the air. Circling his spear in a spherical motion, the angel raised it up at the clear blue sky.
When the crimson lance pierces the sky, blood shall rain from the heavens.
Closing his eyes, the angel threw his spear upwards. At once, the clouds turned black. Lightning lit up the slowly darkening area and thunders roared like six hundred lions.
His wings beating upwards and back, the angel opened his eyes suddenly and held his hand out.
"Crimson Tears!"
The angel's spear darted downwards, bringing thousands upon thousands of different spears pouring violently from the heavens. The clashing sound of metal echoed as the dying howls of the demons also did. These spears pierced through both bone and soul, leaving no survivors.
The angel gradually descended down from the skies with the help of his wings. Bright clouds replaced the dark ones and the lightning, so as the darkness, had vanished. He walked over to Chaos, his lance, and uprooted it from the ground. The spear disappeared, dispersing into blue glowing particles, as the angel had made it do so.
"You have done marvelously, Cross." The gods' voices echoed inside his skull.
"I am only fulfilling my duty as an angel."
"Indeed, we know that fully well."
"Certainly."
"Proceed to the next area."
"As you wish."
As Cross walked over the dead bodies of the beasts, each of them faded into thin air as a slightly visible dark smoke rose from their corpses - the essence of evil which was the very soul of every demon.
Cross paced through the stone halls of the Gate of Heaven, passing enormous pillars that supported the whole structure. Chains the size of boulders were found adjacent to them, also providing support. Dust scattered in the air below him as his dark greaves made contact with the ground. Considering that the age of the structure was as old as eternity, it still seemed in good form.
Reaching the end of the bridge that connected the land of Eisengard and the Gate of Heaven, an additional group of demons greeted him - a pack of giant Orcs, at least two times taller than him. They were located below him, since the bridge of stone was fairly elevated from the ground.
Cross hastily summoned his Vanquisher, Chaos, on his right hand. Fire blazed through from the ground, protecting him like a fierce dragon. The fire reflected of his pale, ivory skin and dark onyx eyes.
He held his head high up and spread his black, ravenous wings.
"Foolish demons. Feel the wrath of the gods!"
---
"Pull back!" commanded the chief archangel of Eisengard.
A dozen of injured angels scrambled, depending on their damaged wings for flight. Uncountable masses of demons of all kinds were following behind from a few meters away.
The retreating angels crossed paths with a black winged angel. Fearful of death, they did not confront the angel and just flew past him instead. The black winged angel's footsteps were calm and solid as he walked in the direction of the army of the shadow of darkness.
"This is where you shall all fall," stated the angel.
Beasts growled and demons readied their weapons for battle. The black winged angel narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. One of the minions of the devil was courageous enough to charge first. Wielding a scimitar and a knife, the Goblin assailed in full force.
Cross pulled himself forward with a beat of his wings. He placed his hand on the Goblin's face and snapped it into pieces. Screams of pain sent shivers down the spines of the demons, if they had one, as their comrade's body crumbled to the ground and dissolved into dust.
Casted into berserk, the demons flurried towards the angel and yelled their battle chant. But there Cross stood, patiently, summoning his Vanquisher once more.
Blood shall rain from the heavens and so shall on the face of the Angel of Chaos.
The demons came closer and closer, surrounding him from every angle.
May the crimson plumes penetrate through the raveling darkness.
He raised his hands smoothly, thus forming a cross with his stature. A black circle, emitting a dark crimson hue, materialized on the ground below the angel, and symbols of the sacred tongue appeared on its circumference.
"Bloody cross!"
Destruction.
Black feathers drifted downwards, landing lightly on the parched land.
The Angel of Chaos turned his head sideways and looked behind his back. The thousands of demons disintegrated and faded, one by one. Then, a red liquid fell to the soil. Cross examined it with his dark orbs.
Blood.
Blood that in which everything started. Blood that was the element of sin. Blood that reminded him of his mortality.
"The demons on the south border of Eisengard have withdrawn with the aid of your efforts." The gods' voices ran through his mind yet again.
"..."
"This war has only begun. If it shall take all eternity for us to reclaim what was lost, then so be it."
"Your orders?"
"Exterminate the archangels who have fled from the battle you have just encountered. We need not cowardly pawns in this war."
"...As you wish."
---
The chief archangel of Eisengard and what was left of his team were resting on the top of the Valley of Valkyries.
"Greetings," the chief welcomed upon seeing an angel come within their camping ground.
Blue glowing particles appeared on the angel's right hand.
Spears.
Blood.
Screaming.
A/N: My apologies for the brutality. My sadistic self comes out sometimes. You have my gratitude for the time you have spent for this. I also hope that you have enjoyed (even just a little bit) while reading this. Please review and tell your friends about this story? -.- I'm asking too much, not like anyone would do it anyway. Well, thank you again and may God bless you.
