The world is a big game of chess, and as always with chess you have two
players. In this situation the players are two of the most powerful beings
in the universe. These are the light and the dark, god and the devil. They
are the two factors that control almost everything that happens in the
world as we know it. A man gets divorced in Wisconsin; one of these two had
something to do with it. The only thing they don't have much control over
is miracles. Which is surprising, but that is why it is called a miracle.
First we have Hell, whose leader is a former angel name Lucifer. Lucifer was the first of the fallen angels; he loved god so much that he was banished. So he created hell, sort of way to get back at his former lover for what he did. Hell is made of ten levels, with each level housing certain types of souls. The first is best known for keeping the normal people that lead bad lives or just didn't care about god. They died not caring either way of where they ended up in the afterlife, so Lucifer takes them. As hell progresses level wise its tone gets darker as well. The people turn into demons, the more evil the person, the more violent the demon. Each level also has a ruler, a powerful demon that controls the happenings on that level. Nothing can happen without this demons say. Although Lucifer controls hell, he is normally too busy to oversee all of it. Therefore, he has a demon by the name of Geoff run things for him, more or less Geoff keeps things running smoothly on the nine levels of hell that Lucifer does not really involve himself with. Lucifer only cares about his level, which is the tenth and final level of hell.
Heaven, on the other hand, has God. He oversees everything that happens in his domain. Where Lucifer has demons, god has angels. These angels are what protect heaven from intruders. The angels, who are created by several souls merging together to make one whole, are mainly female. This is because of the pain a woman can endure, in case of a war or a violent mission nine times out of ten a female would do better than any male could. They just make better warriors overall.
In comparison, hell has levels, while heaven is completely vast and wide open. Although each is different and both exist to cancel the other out, they do have one thing in common. God and Lucifer share a special soul called the Hells Angel. This being's sole purpose is to serve God and Lucifer, namely doing tasks for them. As all angels have a name, so does he. When this soul was first chosen to be the Hells Angel, his name was changed to Christian. The name is chosen because it is a common name among the humans and to God himself the name means much more. Christian is a longer version of Christ, Jesus Christ, God's son. God has always seen the Hells Angel soul to be more connected to him rather than Lucifer and thus eons ago God had the pleasure of naming their servant.
Along with the new name, Christian has no knowledge of his actual past before he became the Hells Angel. His parents, his age, nothing of this he knows. All he knows is what he has done since he became this warrior of the light and the dark.
Currently Christian is on a mission to destroy a clan of vampires, a form of demon, in the desert of Mexico. The clan has been destroyed several times in the past by other angels and a few lucky humans. In the early days the vampires would capture and feed on the people that would stop by there for a drink or just something to eat, this would happen every night. This became routine for the vampires, but eventually they started to take slaves as well; this angered their lord, Lucifer, and he made the order that they should be punished. Their termination was the actual order.
To approve of this termination God and Lucifer must both agree on the order, approval is eventually given after a discussion between the two. If the mission is to deadly to send in angels or demons to do the job the Hells Angel will be called upon or summoned to either Gods Chamber or Lucifer's tenth level. He is then given the order and any information that he may need to know. He will then teleport, one of his vast powers, to an isolated area so he won't draw any attention to himself and begin to carry out order.
At this moment Christian has just arrived outside the bar at the stroke of midnight. The bar itself is a centuries old temple and to his knowledge has been around since the fifteen hundreds. From the information he was given the temple was once a place of great worship to the Indian tribes but was eventually abandoned and unused for quite some time. But in the last few centuries it has seen more activity since it had been overtaken by vampires. Within the last decade one of the vampires actually got the idea to make the ground level into a bar and use the location to draw the seedier side of Mexico to them. It would become the perfect feeding ground and indeed it has been for the last few years.
Tonight the place seems to be packed to capacity; Christian looks at the landscape, which is the typical Mexican scene of sand and blowing tumbleweeds, and begins walking towards the bar. He then thinks to himself.
"Nice spot. I should come here more often on my free time. Oppressive heat, bugs, sand, sand in my boots, sand in my hair, sand in my crotch! I hate the desert! Oh well just makes me want to do the job quicker and get the hell out of here. To dangerous for angels, demons would stick out like a sore thumb he says, what does Lucifer know?"
As Christians thoughts are bent on his hatred for the desert he eventually strides up to the front steps of the bar and attempts to enter, but is stopped by a tall, Mexican with extremely bad breath.
"Hey chico, no way. You need to pay to get in."
Christian turns his head away from the Mexican to avoid the rancid smell and then looks into his pockets. To his surprise he actually does not have any money on him. Just one of those things he never thinks he will ever need. He smiles and tries to think of way of getting inside without resorting to violence.
"Listen, I don't have any money on me. But I'll make a bet with you."
"What kind of bet and what are the stakes?"
"See that bat on the top of your sign, I bet I can nail him with this knife. If I do you let me in; if I don't you can keep the knife and I get to walk a long way back to the border. Is it a deal?"
The Mexican looks at the knife, and realizes it has a handle carved out of ivory, and the blade is forged from a metal he has never seen before, a metal which is surprisingly sharp. He figures it's as good as his; what he doesn't know is he is taking a bet with a centuries old being that is extremely skilled with any type of blade.
"Sure, throw away."
Christian smiles, takes his knife back, eyes his target, and throws. The blade hums threw the air and quickly finds its target. The bat makes a shrill cry and then falls to the ground. Christian walks over to the bat and pulls his knife out, and walks back to the entrance. As he is walking back Christian gets the grim impression that he just killed some sort of relation to this fella that he just made the bet with. See that is one of Christian's powers he can spot a demon by reading there life pattern; the Mexican and the bat are both vampires. Guards would be the best bet, making sure no one with diseased blood or someone that would pose a threat would get in.
"Can I enter now?" Christian asked.
"Si."
The Mexican opens the door for him and curses under his breath as Christian enters. The place itself is very lively and loud. The band plays fast hard tunes and the strippers keep the attention on them, this way all eyes are on the back of the bar. This to serve as a distraction from the centuries old paintings and sculptures that line the room, what would u rather look at? A beautiful brunette with her legs behind her head or some ugly sculpture of a Mayan bird.
Christian smirks as that thought enters his head and continues to survey the rest of the area he has to work with and notes that it is an extremely cramped bar, not a lot of room to fight. The vampires must have smartened up after the last few feeds did not go as planned. Eventually he spots a table far away from the entrance and decides it is the best spot to be. Considering it's relatively far away from the strippers and the bar, no one else will be around him and isolation will make fighting easier. He then decides to simply relax, wait for a waitress, order some food, and wait.
After an hour of waiting an attractive woman walks over to his table and begins the usual greet and meet process. Although this woman is topless and not wearing much else Christian is not amused, waiting to order greasy Mexican food should be a crime even in Mexico.
"Welcome to Hells Haven, may I take your order?"
"Cute name, I will take a plate of tacos and whiskey."
"Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like a nice back rub or maybe a little hanky panky? We have rooms in the back to accommodate you better."
"Nope nothing at all. Thanks for the offer."
The woman then bends over and begins to whisper some words in Christian's ear. He doesn't listen, he waits for her to try and bite his neck. Again one of his powers is the ability to spot demons. She is one of them and according to her pattern she is very low on blood volume, her trying to goat him to go into one of the back rooms was more than likely a desperate way having a little snack before the main course. Christian's thoughts prove true as he hears her fangs extend and he then takes action.
Christian throws her off of him with a solid punch to her chest. The blow is enough to send the vampire into the air, but it is not enough to knock her off her feet as she lands on her feet with a look of shock and surprise. How a human could throw her like that is very unlikely and something is amiss about this gentleman; regardless she quickly transforms into her vampire form, lets out a hiss and jumps at Christian.
Her actions are quick but Christian's are quicker as a sword from under his trench coat is pulled out and swung threw the air with a humming noise. When the vampire falls in front of Christian her head falls off and the rest of her body turns to dust. The other vampires see this and begin to grab whatever warm body is closet to them and begin feeding.
Christian puts his sword away and watches the carnage ensue. He blends in with his environment and decides not to fight unless he has no other choice. The place is just too crowded and there is nothing he can do for the humans, once grabbed by a vampire not many of them can escape the eventual bite to the neck. A six foot tall man swinging two swords in the middle of all this mayhem would cause more harm than good.
After ten solid minutes of death and carnage the winners remain, surprisingly it is three humans covered in blood and gore. The three survivors look at Christian and begin to walk towards him, with intentions that are more than likely not the most genuine. After all this is the man that killed a vampire and started this whole mess, plus he did not lift a finger to fight the bloodsuckers afterwards. Therefore bodily harm is the best punishment these three people can think of. But that hasty decision is reversed when Christian's eyes turn pure white and he shakes a finger in the survivor's direction.
The three survivors drop what crude weapons they were holding, take a step back and collect themselves; they did after all survive a very unlikely situation. Regardless they have many questions and this man before them seems likely to have some answers.
"Alright what the hell just happened?" asked one of the men.
Christian gives an inquisitive look and figures the best way to tell these folks what happened here is to be blunt with them. He lets his eyes shift back to their normal baby blue color, walks over to the survivors and gives it to them straight.
"Well for starters those piles of ash on the floor are or were vampires. There are many more of them coming so prepare yourselves. Welcome to hell."
First we have Hell, whose leader is a former angel name Lucifer. Lucifer was the first of the fallen angels; he loved god so much that he was banished. So he created hell, sort of way to get back at his former lover for what he did. Hell is made of ten levels, with each level housing certain types of souls. The first is best known for keeping the normal people that lead bad lives or just didn't care about god. They died not caring either way of where they ended up in the afterlife, so Lucifer takes them. As hell progresses level wise its tone gets darker as well. The people turn into demons, the more evil the person, the more violent the demon. Each level also has a ruler, a powerful demon that controls the happenings on that level. Nothing can happen without this demons say. Although Lucifer controls hell, he is normally too busy to oversee all of it. Therefore, he has a demon by the name of Geoff run things for him, more or less Geoff keeps things running smoothly on the nine levels of hell that Lucifer does not really involve himself with. Lucifer only cares about his level, which is the tenth and final level of hell.
Heaven, on the other hand, has God. He oversees everything that happens in his domain. Where Lucifer has demons, god has angels. These angels are what protect heaven from intruders. The angels, who are created by several souls merging together to make one whole, are mainly female. This is because of the pain a woman can endure, in case of a war or a violent mission nine times out of ten a female would do better than any male could. They just make better warriors overall.
In comparison, hell has levels, while heaven is completely vast and wide open. Although each is different and both exist to cancel the other out, they do have one thing in common. God and Lucifer share a special soul called the Hells Angel. This being's sole purpose is to serve God and Lucifer, namely doing tasks for them. As all angels have a name, so does he. When this soul was first chosen to be the Hells Angel, his name was changed to Christian. The name is chosen because it is a common name among the humans and to God himself the name means much more. Christian is a longer version of Christ, Jesus Christ, God's son. God has always seen the Hells Angel soul to be more connected to him rather than Lucifer and thus eons ago God had the pleasure of naming their servant.
Along with the new name, Christian has no knowledge of his actual past before he became the Hells Angel. His parents, his age, nothing of this he knows. All he knows is what he has done since he became this warrior of the light and the dark.
Currently Christian is on a mission to destroy a clan of vampires, a form of demon, in the desert of Mexico. The clan has been destroyed several times in the past by other angels and a few lucky humans. In the early days the vampires would capture and feed on the people that would stop by there for a drink or just something to eat, this would happen every night. This became routine for the vampires, but eventually they started to take slaves as well; this angered their lord, Lucifer, and he made the order that they should be punished. Their termination was the actual order.
To approve of this termination God and Lucifer must both agree on the order, approval is eventually given after a discussion between the two. If the mission is to deadly to send in angels or demons to do the job the Hells Angel will be called upon or summoned to either Gods Chamber or Lucifer's tenth level. He is then given the order and any information that he may need to know. He will then teleport, one of his vast powers, to an isolated area so he won't draw any attention to himself and begin to carry out order.
At this moment Christian has just arrived outside the bar at the stroke of midnight. The bar itself is a centuries old temple and to his knowledge has been around since the fifteen hundreds. From the information he was given the temple was once a place of great worship to the Indian tribes but was eventually abandoned and unused for quite some time. But in the last few centuries it has seen more activity since it had been overtaken by vampires. Within the last decade one of the vampires actually got the idea to make the ground level into a bar and use the location to draw the seedier side of Mexico to them. It would become the perfect feeding ground and indeed it has been for the last few years.
Tonight the place seems to be packed to capacity; Christian looks at the landscape, which is the typical Mexican scene of sand and blowing tumbleweeds, and begins walking towards the bar. He then thinks to himself.
"Nice spot. I should come here more often on my free time. Oppressive heat, bugs, sand, sand in my boots, sand in my hair, sand in my crotch! I hate the desert! Oh well just makes me want to do the job quicker and get the hell out of here. To dangerous for angels, demons would stick out like a sore thumb he says, what does Lucifer know?"
As Christians thoughts are bent on his hatred for the desert he eventually strides up to the front steps of the bar and attempts to enter, but is stopped by a tall, Mexican with extremely bad breath.
"Hey chico, no way. You need to pay to get in."
Christian turns his head away from the Mexican to avoid the rancid smell and then looks into his pockets. To his surprise he actually does not have any money on him. Just one of those things he never thinks he will ever need. He smiles and tries to think of way of getting inside without resorting to violence.
"Listen, I don't have any money on me. But I'll make a bet with you."
"What kind of bet and what are the stakes?"
"See that bat on the top of your sign, I bet I can nail him with this knife. If I do you let me in; if I don't you can keep the knife and I get to walk a long way back to the border. Is it a deal?"
The Mexican looks at the knife, and realizes it has a handle carved out of ivory, and the blade is forged from a metal he has never seen before, a metal which is surprisingly sharp. He figures it's as good as his; what he doesn't know is he is taking a bet with a centuries old being that is extremely skilled with any type of blade.
"Sure, throw away."
Christian smiles, takes his knife back, eyes his target, and throws. The blade hums threw the air and quickly finds its target. The bat makes a shrill cry and then falls to the ground. Christian walks over to the bat and pulls his knife out, and walks back to the entrance. As he is walking back Christian gets the grim impression that he just killed some sort of relation to this fella that he just made the bet with. See that is one of Christian's powers he can spot a demon by reading there life pattern; the Mexican and the bat are both vampires. Guards would be the best bet, making sure no one with diseased blood or someone that would pose a threat would get in.
"Can I enter now?" Christian asked.
"Si."
The Mexican opens the door for him and curses under his breath as Christian enters. The place itself is very lively and loud. The band plays fast hard tunes and the strippers keep the attention on them, this way all eyes are on the back of the bar. This to serve as a distraction from the centuries old paintings and sculptures that line the room, what would u rather look at? A beautiful brunette with her legs behind her head or some ugly sculpture of a Mayan bird.
Christian smirks as that thought enters his head and continues to survey the rest of the area he has to work with and notes that it is an extremely cramped bar, not a lot of room to fight. The vampires must have smartened up after the last few feeds did not go as planned. Eventually he spots a table far away from the entrance and decides it is the best spot to be. Considering it's relatively far away from the strippers and the bar, no one else will be around him and isolation will make fighting easier. He then decides to simply relax, wait for a waitress, order some food, and wait.
After an hour of waiting an attractive woman walks over to his table and begins the usual greet and meet process. Although this woman is topless and not wearing much else Christian is not amused, waiting to order greasy Mexican food should be a crime even in Mexico.
"Welcome to Hells Haven, may I take your order?"
"Cute name, I will take a plate of tacos and whiskey."
"Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like a nice back rub or maybe a little hanky panky? We have rooms in the back to accommodate you better."
"Nope nothing at all. Thanks for the offer."
The woman then bends over and begins to whisper some words in Christian's ear. He doesn't listen, he waits for her to try and bite his neck. Again one of his powers is the ability to spot demons. She is one of them and according to her pattern she is very low on blood volume, her trying to goat him to go into one of the back rooms was more than likely a desperate way having a little snack before the main course. Christian's thoughts prove true as he hears her fangs extend and he then takes action.
Christian throws her off of him with a solid punch to her chest. The blow is enough to send the vampire into the air, but it is not enough to knock her off her feet as she lands on her feet with a look of shock and surprise. How a human could throw her like that is very unlikely and something is amiss about this gentleman; regardless she quickly transforms into her vampire form, lets out a hiss and jumps at Christian.
Her actions are quick but Christian's are quicker as a sword from under his trench coat is pulled out and swung threw the air with a humming noise. When the vampire falls in front of Christian her head falls off and the rest of her body turns to dust. The other vampires see this and begin to grab whatever warm body is closet to them and begin feeding.
Christian puts his sword away and watches the carnage ensue. He blends in with his environment and decides not to fight unless he has no other choice. The place is just too crowded and there is nothing he can do for the humans, once grabbed by a vampire not many of them can escape the eventual bite to the neck. A six foot tall man swinging two swords in the middle of all this mayhem would cause more harm than good.
After ten solid minutes of death and carnage the winners remain, surprisingly it is three humans covered in blood and gore. The three survivors look at Christian and begin to walk towards him, with intentions that are more than likely not the most genuine. After all this is the man that killed a vampire and started this whole mess, plus he did not lift a finger to fight the bloodsuckers afterwards. Therefore bodily harm is the best punishment these three people can think of. But that hasty decision is reversed when Christian's eyes turn pure white and he shakes a finger in the survivor's direction.
The three survivors drop what crude weapons they were holding, take a step back and collect themselves; they did after all survive a very unlikely situation. Regardless they have many questions and this man before them seems likely to have some answers.
"Alright what the hell just happened?" asked one of the men.
Christian gives an inquisitive look and figures the best way to tell these folks what happened here is to be blunt with them. He lets his eyes shift back to their normal baby blue color, walks over to the survivors and gives it to them straight.
"Well for starters those piles of ash on the floor are or were vampires. There are many more of them coming so prepare yourselves. Welcome to hell."