Basically, this is my first attempt at a fan fiction, so let me know what you think. I'll put more chapters up soon, Thanks.
DISCLAIMER: I've seen these around, guess I need one too. Simply put: if I owned anything remotely as profitable as COH, I wouldn't be writing about it. Understood? Cool.
Chapter 1
Prologue
London.....
St. Lawrence cathedral.....
Midnight.....
In a dark office, a man waits patiently as he continues his telephone conversation; his demeanor darkening with each passing moment. The only light in the room comes from the moon, shining brilliantly through the huge glass window behind him.
"Yes, I understand. If that's true, then the situation is worse than we expected."
At that moment, there is a solid knock on his door.
"Come in" he bellowed.
Not even acknowledging the visitor, the man when back to his conversation looking more and more concerned. The visitor entered the office, stepping carefully toward the desk in the center where the man continued to talk.
"The agent is here. Yes, she'll be briefed and deployed at once." He spoke as he looked up to see what appeared to be a young nun standing before him. "Be careful out there, Goodbye." The phone hit the receiver with a sound that echoed through the room.
"Please, be seated;" he said as he gestured to the chair in front of the desk.
"I understand that you're new with the division, so I'll try to fill you in as much as possible. You were selected because you're abilities are commendable, and you're loyalty to the church is second to none"; as he spoke, the woman remained motionless before him. "Throughout the world there is chaos. Police and these so-called Heroes can only handle so much, and even with their help the real threat still remains. Do you know what the real threat is miss......"
"I'm called Strike, Father. Sista Strike"
"Yes, Strike then."
"As for your question, the answer is....Heretics. Those that do harm to the church"
"Correct. Many people don't see these people as definite threats since their actions don't violate their laws in most cases. But they are a threat, a threat that must be dealt with."
There was a long silence as the man rose from his chair and walked to the window behind him.
"I've just received word from our agent in paragon city that the numerous gangs there have violated the sacred laws of our church in the vilest ways imaginable. However, that's not the most disturbing piece of news from paragon. It would seem that our biggest rivals, the Circle of Thorns and the Banished Pantheon, are also there. There have been reports of them kidnapping citizens for their twisted rituals, and demon summoning. You will be dispatched to Paragon immediately to help deal with this threat. Do you have any questions?"
"What are my orders exactly, Father?"
At that moment the man turned around with a quite sinister look on his face. The expression nearly startled the young woman. He looked as if he himself was possessed bye a demon.
"Simple: Destroy them all!"
With that, the woman stood and began to take her leave.
"Strike" the man called.
" Yes sir?"
"Welcome to the Anti-Heretic Division's seventh chapter. Make us proud."
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
Strike exited the office without a sound. Silently, she walked down the hallway with a look of sheer determination on her face.
"Paragon city, huh? This should be interesting."