Hello everyone!

Chapter 16 here to hit your face in a splendid manner involving many glitters and sparkles! I know it's a bit shorter, but bite me. I am in the middle of a bit of a mess and I'm surprised I found time to write at all. Next chapter will be up by the weekend! Enjoy, O'Ryaner.

Shout Outs:

Abaddonthedevourer: Thank you for your kind words! I will definitely keep writing, even though the time between updates might increase slightly the coming week (will go back down after [I hope]!). Keep thinking out of the box!

: magnificent comment, please comment more soon.

moneymaka: none taken. I just based my numbers straight of the numbers of enlisted people in the American army. Though it might not be a stealthy army, but I thought: If the whole world is sending in people, it could possibly be happening. I want the army to have a sense of massiveness to it.

nintendoesgamer: indeed it is.

"Alright everyone, gather close." Kenshi walked up to the seasoned devil who was busy laying out an elaborate pattern on the ground. He had his tent and gear packed in bags on his back. Quickly he patted down his flawless white long coat to check if he still had both his pistols. He looked around the Cardinal Command camp which he'd been sent to, reason undisclosed. All he'd been given was an envelope to be opened upon arrival at destination, wherever that may be. He looked at the devil with repulsion, trying to fight the urge to pump him full of bullets filled with holy water.

Kenshi was relatively young for an exorcist. At nineteen he wasn't the youngest in their ranks anymore, but he was a gifted student and mastered the art quicker than most others. The insignia on his shoulder declared him an A class exorcist, licensed to hunt the foulest of evils. Needless to say, he'd been rather surprised when the church had removed him from the active duty roster and told him to head to a set of coordinates to the west of Brisbane, Australia where he had been stationed. In the thick of the forests there he had found a small camp of perhaps seventy individuals, all from the church. None of them were any wiser than he was. All of them had similar envelopes.

He had seen the spell the devil was casting before. If he remembered correctly they used it to get around quickly. "This," the devil said, "Is a teleportation circle. I can't take all of you with me at once so I will make multiple trips, maximum of seven people each time. You lot," he gestured to Kenshi and a few people around him, "Thanks for volunteering, come on, we don't have all day." Hesitantly he stepped onto the circle, worried he might end up losing a leg or worse. The world around him went bright white, then he heard the crashing of the sea on a rocky shore.

When his vision returned to him he found himself on an atoll. Around him countless other magic circles were opening up. As far as the eye could see exorcists, fallen angels and devils were being deposited on the island by teleportation circle. Kenshi was roughly pushed out of the circle, before it vanished behind him. Around him he noticed more general looks of disorientation. He turned around, facing his fellow exorcists. "So, what's next?" He asked.

One of them gestured up to the edge of a cliff overlooking the beaches. "We are being watched." Kenshi squinted his eyes, trying to make out figures against the glare of the sun. Surely enough he noticed eleven figures. Five with wings, no doubt angels and fallen angels, two with crimson hair, brother and sister perhaps, next to them a woman with long pigtails. An evil aura emanated from those three. Three regular humans stood atop the bluff as well. A man, a year or ten older than him perhaps and two girls, one with blue hair which glinted against the sun and one with dark brown pigtails. Amidst them stood an angel, no… a devil… no, something… unnatural. Kenshi couldn't put his finger on it.

"Perhaps this is the part where we open the envelope." Kenshi suggested. He took hold of his knife and with a neat cut opened the letter. The paper was branded with many stamps, seals and signatures, confirming the authenticity of it. He read the letter.

To all the brave souls who came,

The contents of this letter are strictly confidential and in the wrong hands would only serve to spread panic. Therefore it is strongly advised the information you are about to receive be handled with care. No one who is not on this island must learn of its existence.

Currently, you are on Tristan da Cunha, a small atoll somewhere halfway between South Africa and Argentina. Take a look around you, for this will be your new home and the Devils and fallen Angels around you your neighbors.

Now we get to the core of the issue at hand. The truth about to be shared is so phenomenal and abhorring we lack the true words to describe it. Therefore we will keep it short. God, the almighty creator, is dead. Slain along with the four Maou and the decimation of the fallen Angels. The Seraph took his place, kept the system going to prevent the collapse of the world. Recently their leader, Michael, has fallen prey to the corruption of power.

Anyone of you who might have wondered why your prayers stopped working, why your exorcisms stopped working, there is your answer. The world will not end tomorrow, but soon it will start falling prey to evils greater than those we can combat. It is for this reason Michael must be stopped. Removed like the infection from a wound, for if he is not, the world will degenerate in chaos. This task befalls you, along with the 1.2 million others on this island.

The army you are about to join is completely off book. It doesn't exist and neither do you anymore. This war is to be fought in the shadows for hope is all this world has left. Shattering the hope of the people would result in this world's unconditional undoing. Keep this in mind when you are sent back into the world again.

Take heart, brave soldier,

Trinity Army Senior Command

Kenshi finished reading the letter and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. When he looked around he saw his comrades had similar expressions. A few of them were even in tears. He took the second page in his hand. On it was an elaborate scheme, laying out the structure of this Trinity Army. Printed on the lower left corner was his new designation.

F69412Z1388W17S1A – Fly 69.412 Zephyr 1388 Wing 17 Storm 1

Well, he better start looking then. Kenshi got to his feet and started to walk around the beach, looking for a way up to the bluff. It all seemed a little unreal to him. God was dead, Michael went evil and he was enlisted in the army to stop him. Splendid.

Finding Storm 1, Wing 17, Zephyr 1388, Fly 69.412 proved to be a bigger challenge than he thought. After an hour of searching he gave up and decided to ask someone. He saw a winged girl, amazing wings by the way, with living blue flames at the tips. A boy stood next to her, talking to her. He walked over to them and tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Fly 64.412, would you happen to know where…"

The boy had turned around, revealing the unearthly creature who had been watching earlier. His penetrating icy blue eyes looked at him. "That's Serafall Leviathan's command. It's on the other side of the island. I think your teleported dropped you off on the wrong spot, I'll take you there." Quickly he turned to the girl and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I will not be long, wait here for me." Kenshi watched as he held out his hand and the familiar lines spread out on the ground, this time in a shade of blue. "Come on then."

Kenshi was snapped out of his dumbstruck state and complied. Carefull to maintain his distance to the boy. White washed over his vision again. Soon he found himself on the outskirts of a large mass of people, no doubt storm 1. "Watch yourself, Kenshi Cage." Kenshi turned around, startled. Why had the boy known his name? But he was already gone. Strange.

The devil with the pigtails stood on top of a large rock, her voice amplified by magic as she was shouting out commands. "Last call for wing 17! Leave with your Orion to the beach right now!" Beach, right. On his way down to the beach Kenshi passed a hollow in the rocks. It was dark, he couldn't see the end of it. Something dark tried to lure him in, he heard the scratching of claws on rocks. He looked around, none of the others seemed to be affected by it, or even notice the darkness in the mountain. Something heavy weighed down on his mind.

"Mommy? I found your leg. I will piece you back together again! Mommy?"

A hand on his shoulder snapped Kenshi out of it. "C'mon kid. You'll be late." On the beach they were split down even further until Kenshi eventually found himself standing amongst the 150 people who made up Zephyr 1388. A man who introduced himself as Yves Brunswick, their direct commander, spoke to them. "Alright, as your Leftenant it's my job to keep this unit as cohesive and alive as possible. I am only going to lay down one rule. Absolutely. No. Heroics. I realize many of you may have troubles working together with your peers. Believe me when I tell you this: I could not care less. Strike out against them and you will be court-martialed. Now then, Let's get you lot sorted out. After I call out your name, you gather next to me and you move along with your Fly to gather your new uniform. With it, you will receive a chamber allocation. You head to the mountain, find the bunker entrance and find your chambers. Drilling starts tomorrow at seven."

Kenshi watched as people were called out in groups of three. He saw the pattern. One exorcist, one devil, one fallen angel. Most scowled at one another, teambuilding was going to be a tough effort. All he could do was hope Senior Command had a plan.

"Fly 69.412, Mikah Biretti, Cecille Florentine, Kenshi Cage." Kenshi got up. Another man, his long light gray hair cascaded down his shoulders. His sickly yellow eyes were haunted, had seen to many things. A girl with long ebony tresses and a streak of purple in her hair got up as well. He caught a glint of red as her eyes scanned across his. Quickly the three made their way forward and past the rock. A few servicemen were next to a large pile of cardboard boxes.

"Exorcist, this way." One of the men said. His two companions received similar invitations. "Three sets of uniforms with the insignia of the church. You can get equipment at the weapons locker if you don't have any of your own." With that he handed Kenshi a jet black uniform with three stripes of white across the chest. Mikah received an identical uniform with red stripes, Cecille's were dark blue. Speaking of her, she truly was a work of beauty.

"No helmet?" Kenshi asked.

"Light spears are capable of penetrating up to thirty centimeters of solid steel. A helmet would only serve to ruin your hairdo. Now off you go." He handed Kenshi a piece of paper randomly drawn from a pile and handed it to him. "Your chamber allocations." He clarified. The three of them walked across the fields, following the steady stream of soldiers towards the volcano in the center of the island.

"So, I guess we are a unit now?" Kenshi tried awkwardly.

"Zip it shrimpy." The devil replied with a sour look.

"Do you want me to exorcise your sorry ass?" Kenshi replied pulling a revolver out of his pocket. A feminine hand grabbed his wrist and halted his hand. He looked over to see Cecille slowly shaking her head. She was right of course, this was not the way to fight and survive a war. Silently the three walked into the large underground lair. Contrary to what one might think the entrance consisted of a high dome. Bioluminescent mosses covered the ceiling in intricate patterns. This could not have been handmade. Their room turned out to be on the forty-second level, counting up as you got further into the ground.

Cecille was quietly shifting through her bag as Kenshi was disassembling a rather large weapon on his lap. The devil sighed. As if trying to make amends for earlier he spoke first this time. "Fine, I'll bite. What is that?"

Kenshi looked up. "This?" He asked. "Oh, it's my lucky rocket launcher. I have not missed a single shot with it, ever." He ran his hand along the trigger mechanism as if running his fingers through the hair of the world's most beautiful maiden.

"Well, that's not gonna be any good." Cecille said.

"What do you mean?" Kenshi asked a little offended.

"Well, in the epic stories it's always the one-in-a-million shot that brings down the bad guy. If you always hit you might as well give up now." Cecille clarified. She did have a point. Kenshi looked at her with curiosity.

"You are insane." He said.

"So I've been told." She hopped off her bed and walked over to him, holding out her hand. "You probably knew this already, but I'm Cecille." He shook her hand.

"Kenshi, pleased to meet."

Then she walked over to the devil. "Cecille." She said. He looked up at her.

"I will die because of you."

"Perhaps. But I would rather kill you knowing your name." The devil snickered and got up.

"I like you. Name's Mikah. Excommunicated diabolist."

"A what?" Kenshi intervened.

"Anti-exorcist. I hunted your kind… and angels." Mikah said. Kenshi tensed for a moment, but nodded. He filled the same role from the devil's vantage point after all. If they were truly going to pull this off they'd have to do it together.

"Where do you think they serve dinner?" Cecille shrugged.

"Let's go and find out."