Darkness and Light: Fall From Grace
By
DuoLordOfDeath
Disclaimer:
As I have said MANY times before, I do NOT
own these characters, although I'd like to!!
"Demons! Hellspawn! It has
finally come! No longer will we silently sit down here in these torturous fires
while the angels and heavenly beings live in paradise! No longer will we watch
as humans happily go about their so-called peaceful lives without a care! We
shall show them true terror! We shall finally break free of this prison of fire
and hellish wrought iron and bring the long awaited downfall of those above us
who dared to banish you and I to this fiery pit for all eternity!"
The booming tenor voice of the
great Shinigami rang out through the flames of Perdition as he rallied his
demonic army for war. He stood above them on his blackened pedestal, the
flameborne winds moving his ebony pants and long braided hair raucously as he
raised his slightly muscular arms and leathery black wings powerfully. His
amethyst eyes sparkled with evil malice as he heard his army cheer in response
to his commanding words. Even his second in command, the great Demon of
Destruction, was cheering a vicious battle cry in his deep strong voice. At
this enormous force of sound, the flames that surrounded the creatures of the
night flared brilliantly upwards towards the crimson sky. The fierce firelight
glinted off of the God of Death's sweat sheening chest as his brought his arms
back down, his strong hands gripped in fists as he continued his speech.
"No longer will we sit down here
in these hellish depths silently! We will break free of this imprisonment of
flame and brimstone and finally rule the heavens as we were meant to!"
With these last strengthening
words, Shinigami spread his ebony wings and caught the scorching winds of Hell;
his handsome face tense with premature victory. But he could sense something
ahead in this battlefield…what was it? Even the God of Death could only
speculate as to what this battle was going to deliver to him…
"No…it can't be. Surely he
wouldn't be so bold…"
"I think that we should gather
the troops. He will begin his assault on the Earth without us there to defend
it."
"Right…I will get the battle
plans ready. Trowa, Wufei, gather the soldiers to the pavilion. I shall meet
you there."
"On our way."
"Thank you both."
The
brilliant Angel of Light watched silently as his two comrades, the tall and
solemn Golden Messenger Angel and the tall and proud Angel of Judgment, spread
their ivory wings and took to the sky to gather the most powerful Seraphim and
Teraphim for the upcoming war. Grimness was quite evident in his marine eyes as
he walked towards a small platinum cabinet and pulled from it a few long,
elegant scrolls, each bearing his own battle plans and a few others that he
hoped would come in handy. Trowa's message rang over and over through his mind
as he opened his large elegant wings and flew into the sky…
"Quatre!! Shinigami has begun
ascending to the Earth with an extremely powerful army. It's obvious
that he's trying to overthrow the Heavens once and for all. We need to assemble
our army quickly and strike before casualties began to increase!"
The radiant aura that
engulfed the angel's soft golden hair flared up a bit with apprehension as he
neared the pavilion; his mind racing. What were they up against? Shinigami
himself had ascended to this battlefield; so this was going to be a tough
encounter. The wind beat gently against him as he landed upon a tall marble
platform and gazed down upon his comrades.
He sat the scrolls and plans upon the podium before him and took a
breath. He could feel his army's eyes on him, curious as to why they had been
called so urgently.
"Today…I received some very
distressing news…" Quatre began seriously, "Shinigami and his army of hellions,
demons, and Hellspawn have ascended to Earth to do battle with us. They wish to
overthrow the heavens and bring the God of Death up as the new ruler of the
heavens." A hushed whisper swept over the crowd, and Quatre continued. "This is
why I have summoned you so urgently. We must waste no time in descending to the
battlefield. We cannot risk any human casualties, for with each death, their
army grows stronger. Their God of Death was very crafty in deciding their
battle zone." Quickly, he searched the crowd before him, making decisions.
"Trowa, Wufei!" The Angel of Light called. Almost immediately, the Messenger
Angel and the Angel of Judgment flew up to meet him. "Trowa, you will lead the
faction with Relena, Catherine, and Lady Une as your seconds. Chose the rest of
your faction after consulting with them. Wufei, your seconds will be Sally,
Merian, and Lucrezia. Do the same as Trowa is doing in choosing his faction.
Send your wife up here quickly. I need to converse with her." Trowa and Wufei
nodded quickly, and as Trowa flew off, Wufei asked a quick question.
"Why would you need to see
Merian?"
"Do not delay, my friend. Time
is of the essence. You will see why soon."
Wufei nodded and descended back
down to the soldiers. While he was waiting for the spirited Angel of Honor to
meet him, he gathered his scrolls and papers. Her voice startled him a bit.
"Why did you wish to see me?"
Merian asked, her slender yet strong arms crossed over her chest. Her onyx eyes
regarded him with a curious yet somewhat defiant gleam; she obviously wasn't
afraid. Quatre smiled.
"Merian, I need you to be my
battle strategist. You are the only one I can think of that would be best
suited for this job."
She nodded quickly. "Thank you!
I will not fail you. It would dishonor both myself and my family."
Quatre nodded. "That was what I
was counting on. Now quickly rejoin your faction. We must prepare to leave for
the Earth."
Merian nodded, and as she flew
back to join her husband and his team, Quatre took to flight and hovered silently
over them, the golden aura above his head flaring with urgency.
"We will stop those fiery
hellions before they can even retaliate! To the Earth, before death reigns
supreme!"
