He strolled leisurely through the cotton clouds, his serene eyes staring out into the distance. A small frown creased his forehead before it was soothed away by the gentle lure he always felt while walking through his home. He sat down on the edge of a cloud, his feet swinging gently as he contemplated what had happened while he'd been on Earth. A shudder made its way down his spine as he recalled the evil, for lack of a better word, presence that he'd sensed before. Signing, he looked up in time to see someone hurrying towards him. Smiling, he brushed down his clothes as he got up to receive the visitor, only for the smile to disappear as he took in the haggard appearance of the person who stood doubled over panting.
As soon as he got his breath back his words froze the blood in his very veins. "There's been some trouble. You're need on Earth urgently."
In a flash of light his wings expanded from his back, their pure white brilliance contrasting against his jet black hair and midnight blue eyes, each feather individually gleaming, the wing span broad as they spread out behind him. Without a word to the messenger he strode off to find someone who could provide more substantial information about the matter. Glancing up ahead, the main gate for travelling to and from Earth appeared. The beautifully crafted archway looming over his 6'2 figure as he neared the building.
Activity was rife near and around the gateway, the air humming with underlying tension, eyes meeting his in greeting before they flickered back down to the task they were doing before his arrival. A sharp tug on his arm had him spun round to face God. His eyes glanced up into the tranquil eyes that held notes of distress. No words were needed between God and the angel before him, understanding born over a span of millennia connecting the two deeper than any blood oath ever could.
God waved a hand and an image of destruction materialised in the empty air. People were crying out as gunfire sounded in the background, children lay slaughtered, their bodies being trampled on by those still alive scrambling for safety. Pain and suffering seemed etched onto their faces, blood soaking into clothes and objects, matting in hair and providing those seeking safety with a barbaric appearance. He watched as a cloud of darkness seemed to blanket the scene, sucking it in until all that was left was blank screen, only the horrific sounds of the massacre penetrating through to assault their sense, while managing to obscure the horrific sights from their eyes. He made no sound, but his startling blue orbs widened in shock as he pondered the significance of what he'd just witnessed.
"What do you need me to do?" "You have to help them, you'll be leading a small group, your sole purpose is to help those who have become lost as well as those who are injured and still have hope. There's one person though, you need to keep them along the right path, you'll recognise him when you see him."
The sign that filtered out from between God's lips could only be described as tired. Hands came to rest upon his shoulders as eyes full of wisdom gazed at the young warrior standing there, ready and willing to do all he could for the sake of good.
"Be careful, for something this big they'll have sent their best, hence why I'm sending you. Only engage them in battle if it's the last option, I can't afford to lose anymore of you."
A sharp nod confirmed the young warrior's understanding of the situation, before he began to weave his way through the hustle and bustle at the gate; already searching for the team he knew was waiting for him he stopped momentarily as God spoke one last time,
"And Darien I suggest you be extra careful down there, it seems Night wing is leading their group."
The colour drained from Darien's face as he contemplated what he'd just heard. If the warrior only known as Night wing was going then God help them all, because wherever Night wing went only an abyss remained, only death and destruction, he was to the devil what Darien was to God………….………………………………………………………………………………………...
Her silvered hair floated out behind her as she gazed indifferently into the fiery pits of her home, no emotion seeming to dare cross her face. Her telescopic eyes took in everything and nothing as she began to stalk through the dry, barren land. Even the gentle breeze held a hint of death to it as it brushed against her cheek. She thought back on the man she'd condemned earlier, her lips curling in disgust as she thought of him now somewhere below her paying for his sins.
Before she could take more than a few steps along her chosen path she felt the air stir behind her and she whirled, her sword seeming to materialise in her hand, its point pricking the smooth neck of the person behind her. A single pearl drop of blood welled up from the nick she'd created, splashing softly onto the silvered surface of her sword. Seeing that it was only a messenger she removed her sword, placing it back into the spine sheath she'd drawn it from. She watched amused as the messengers pulse beat erratically in his throat, a fine sheen of sweat forming on his pale forehead, eyes wide at his near death experience, strange seeing as he was already dead, you'd think no terror would be felt anymore once you ceased to exist.
He cleared his throat sharply before he spoke, "There's been trouble. You're needed on Earth urgently."
Her body was cloaked in a dark aura as her wings unfurled from behind her back. Their wing spans were impressive although her feathers held a dull quality, making the blackness of their colour seem dusty, as if they hadn't been used in a long time. They contrasted greatly against her moonlight kissed skin and silvered hair, but not her black eyes. She transported herself to the gateway to Earth, sure that that's where she'd find answers to this predicament. She found herself standing in front of the archway, its beauty said only to be rivalled by hers. Minions scampered about the archway, their heads bent not in concentration, but in fear and years spent with whips slicing into the soft skins on their backs.
No faces looked up to greet her, only bodies tensing slightly as she passed in fear that she'd harm them in someway. She leant against the gateway upon arrival, already bored with the situation, but before she could get too comfortable a muscular arm slid round her waist from behind, a hand trailing upwards until her breast was cupped in the palm of their hand. Her body immediately reacted, despite her mind trying to combat the tendrils of desire rising within her. Stepping forward she turned around, her eyes meeting ones full of hate and anger, malice and evilness; eyes that belong to a being that truly held no soul. Chuckles erupted from between soft, plump lips and she hated herself for desiring them against hers, especially when those lips quirked into an arrogant smirk, eyes filling with amusement, stating clearly that they knew how she was being affected and would continue to affect her in this way for as long as she continued to be affected.
"What do you need?" "Now now little one, is that anyway to speak to your master? You should learn some patience." The pleasant smile she was presented with did little to disguise the threat within the tone, but her eyes remained impassive as if they were just taking about the weather and not hinting about her being punished.
With a sign, the devil stretched out an arm, palm held out flat in the air, using the other hand to sweep across an open palm; creating an image before their eyes. Images of destruction appeared into the empty air: people were crying out as gunfire sounded in the background, children lay slaughtered, their bodies being trampled on by those still alive scrambling for safety. Pain and suffering seemed etched onto their faces, blood soaking into clothes and objects, matting in hair and providing those seeking safety with a barbaric appearance. She watched as the images were snuffed out by the devil clenching the hand the image hovered above.
"What do you need me to do?" "You'll be leading a small group, your sole purpose? Search and destroy, though there is one, you'll personally need to corrupt his young, eager mind, he'll be a valuable asset to the team."
Hands came to wrap around her waist, bringing her flush up against a body she'd rather forget. Liar. The whispered word brushed against her mind like a lover's caress; letting her know that she hadn't shielded her thoughts properly, something she was quick to rectify. "Be careful little one, they'll be sending their best, hence while I'm sending you. Try not to have too much fun destroying them."
A sharp nod confirmed the young warrior's understanding of the situation, before she calmly weaved through the hustle and bustle at the gate; her black eyes pinpointing the team waiting for her, only pausing momentarily when her master spoke one last time,
"And Night wing I suggest you be extra careful down there, it seems his precious Darien is their group." The contempt in the voice was clear to all and brought a small smirk to her lips.
A cold glint appeared in her eyes as she considered her greatest rival. He was everything she was, only working for the other team. Everywhere she went he seemed to be, working his hardest to help lost souls on their way while she tried her hardest to do the opposite. An icy smile played on her pale pink lips at the thought of meeting him for the first time, there was going to be a great deal of bloodshed, that she could promise..………….…………………………………………………………………………………...