Blue Angel
Trailer 2: Yellow
"You who have borne the responsibility of Blue Angel's mission must bear the burden of her sin."
A tall majestic angel with white hair stands above her, eyes looking down at her with disappointment. She feels utterly horrible for what has happened, but Archangel must not understand the full story! She must tell her what has happened!
"But Twilight Angel…we didn't know!" she sputters, struggling to get the words out. "This has never been recorded in any of the scientific records I have-…"
"Silence." Archangel calmly but firmly commands, and she finds herself involuntarily falling to her knees alongside her other companions. Bowing her head in fear and respect, she keeps her mouth shut and listens to her immortal leader.
"You all know the laws of Elzya." Archangel continues, long robes swishing against the polished adamantine floors of her temple as she walks past them. "Silver Angel, please explain to them the consequences of their actions." She instructs an elegant Angel with glimmering silver hair styled upwards like the crown of a cockatoo, solid chrome eyes, and translucent dragon-fly wings, before turning her back on the kneeling angels and ascending the steps to her throne.
Stiffly nodding her head, Silver Angel waves her hand through the air, conjuring a translucent tablet bearing golden writing glyphs and begins reading from it in a flat and emotionless voice.
"In accordance with the laws of Elzya, set by our immortal leader, Archangel, first and last of her name, slayer of the false god, protector of mortal and immortal, the uncorrupted, shepherd of our present, and protector of our future, you have been found guilty of fatal negligence towards your fellow angels, treason, desertion from your mission, the spreading of corruption…"
She closes her eyes as Silver continues to recite the list of her and her companions many crimes, each word driven into her chest like a nail. She wants to protest against the condemnation of herself and her friends, but she stays silent. Surely Archangel will be reasonable. Surely, she will be given a chance.
"For these and other crimes not enumerated," Silver continues, "you all have been sentenced to exile on the mortal world of Niolem. You will be stripped of immortality, divested of wings and full angelic power, and shall suffer from all the defects of the mortal humans. For the security of Elzya, portions of your memories shall be redacted, and you will be forbidden from entering Elzya until such time as your appointed repentance officer and Archangel herself deem you worthy to return."
She waves her hand, causing the scroll to vanish into thin air before bowing her head and stepping away. Rising from her throne, Archangel regards them.
"Please…" she thinks. "don't condemn us to this! At least let me speak!"
"I take no pleasure from this." Archangel sighs, raising her hand into the air, "But order must be maintained."
She looks up and opens her mouth to protest, only to be met with blinding light.
…
She wakes up with a gasp, hands reflexively flying forward to block a nonexistent threat, before falling back down to her sides. She is staring up at the night sky, lying on an embankment of cold mud, with her shoulder-length sun-yellow hair spread out like the wings of a bird. Sitting up, she realizes that she is wearing only a thin garment of cloth, the outside chill causing her to shiver.
Wait a minute…that's not right…I'm an angel…I don't shiver.
Curious, she looks down at herself, examining her body with her bright yellow eyes.
The skin is colder and more pliable than usual. There are also unusual bumps on my arms, which seem to grow larger when it grows colder.
She traces her face like a nurse examining a patient.
Two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a mouth, same as always, but there are some unusual liquids mixed inside all of them. Did I fall in a pool of water earlier? And why do my legs feel so…so?
Reflexively, her hands travel to her calves and begin scratching, causing the skin to redden but seeming to relieve the odd sensation.
That's odd. My body seemed to act on its own. Why does it feel so different from normal? Could one of my battle transformations have caused me to reach a higher form? But this form doesn't feel superior from my last form. I wonder if I should tell…should tell…
She draws a blank as she tries to remember the names of other angels she's worked with. Straining, she recalls that she was recently part of a team of angels, but she can't recall any of their names or faces. For that matter, she can't seem to remember her own name.
She shrugs it off, figuring that the information will come to her eventually. For now, the state of her own body is far more intriguing.
Ten toes and two feet like normal. A strange tingling sensation when I rub my finger over the sole of my feet…I seem to be a lot more sensitive. I wonder, will this give me an edge in combat or research abilities? The ankles, calves, and thighs also appear to be softer now…could it be designed to provide more impact absorption?
Her hand travels between her legs, and she freezes.
W-what is that!? T-this doesn't appear to serve any function!
She examines more of her body.
What is this!? What is this!? Why do I have all these unnecessary…additions…to my body? W-why do I have…do I have…human…parts?
She immediately stops examining her body and stands up, feeling embarrassed.
I must have made a mistake during one of my transformations. Maybe that's why my body became so warped. I might have even altered my brain a bit. That might be why I'm having trouble remembering anything.
She brushes off some of the dirt from her clothing and examines her surroundings. It does not take her long to identify her location as a forest on Niolem, the trees and shrubs swaying peacefully in the wind. It's a very pretty forest, with tall elegant trees and little wildflowers growing amongst the roots. She would like to visit it a bit longer, but she has more important things to do.
Spreading her beautiful cyan-blue butterfly wings, she prepares to…
Suddenly, her eyes widen with shock.
How did I miss this?
Feeling her back, her mouth and eyes grow wider and wider as she realizes that her wings are completely gone.
Gone!? NO! That's impossible! No angelic transformation removes the wings! They're an essential part of our existence! Could they have been torn off!? No! I would feel a wound here if they had been! Where…where are they?
She looks around, as if hoping to find her wings lying on the ground somewhere, waiting to be reattached. But of course, she finds nothing. Staring up at the sky, she gazes into the heavens, making out a single light brighter than the other stars.
"Elzya." She whispers to herself, reaching out her hand, as if hoping to grab the heavenly city and pull herself back home.
I can't fly back there…I'm…I'm trapped here.
Her throat suddenly tightens, and she feels pain and the need to swallow. Gulping, she only slightly alleviates the pain before slowly exhaling and thinking.
Obviously there has been a big mistake. Somehow, something happened which caused my body to change and my wings to disappear. This is nothing to panic about. I know I was with a team earlier, so they should be looking for me if I was separated from them. Besides, the other angels are bound to notice my absence in Elzya. They'll send a rescue party any time soon. I'll be safe. I just have to stay put, make it for a little while down here, and I'll be back home and back to normal before I know it.
She brightens up at the thought of home. Clapping her hands together, she begins taking charge of her situation, making plans to make it through the night before she is found.
I seem to be a bit more like a human right now. I'm probably not mortal, but it might not hurt to think like a mortal for a moment. Legs! Legs!
Her hand scratches her legs again.
Why do they always feel like that? Anyway…it's okay. You'll be rescued soon. You just have to make it for tonight with this human-ish body. That means doing what humans do. And what do humans do?
She stands still for a long time, trying to recall what exactly it was that humans did.
A sudden chilly wind helps her remember something.
Houses! That's right! Houses. They build houses to stay warm! And how do they build houses? With wood, of course! And what is wood made of!?
It takes her a few more moments to remember.
Rocks! Or was that metal…leather? Oh well, I doubt it matters too much what it's made of, just so long as its in sort of a triangular shape.
Getting straight to work, she begins scooping up handfuls of mud, pebbles, and loose twigs before piling them on top of each other. She works diligently, examining the contours and physical makeup of each individual stone, twig, and lump of dirt, fitting them together like jigsaw puzzles, and hastily reassembling the pile when her miniature shelter topples to the ground in a heap. After several long hours, she pauses to examine her work, reflexively wiping away an odd liquid leaking from her brow as she pants for breath.
This should work. Right?
She examines the heap of mud and twigs. It's about her arm's length in width and length, and half her arm's length in height. Squirming into the opening, she tries to curl up and lie down like the humans do when they get in their beds, when the entire mound topples on top of her.
Yelping, she flails her arms around, spitting out mud and bark as her hands furiously swipe away debris from her face. Blinking away the water leaking from her eyes, she notices that the mound has fallen on top of her body, leaving her shivering legs, arms, and head exposed.
Well…at least I'm covered.
Gazing up at the sky, she watches the light that is her home as it flickers like a beacon, beckoning for her to return.
"Come quickly." She whispers to the light, reaching out her hand to touch the light before a sudden exhaustion causes her eyes to close.
…
"Please! You have to listen to me! The other angels have to be warned!" Her companion pleads. "Twilight Angel! She…she…!"
"What you have done is a crime, Blue Angel." Archangel explains, as she steps towards Blue Angel, cutting off her words while the smaller angel looks on with an expression of silent pleading and guilt. "It pains me greatly, but for your transgression, you shall be cast down to Niolem, where you shall dwell with the mortals until you have atoned for your sin."
There is a flash of light. Her companion screams, blue hair flying backwards in the flash of energy, and then she is gone.
Now Archangel is looking at her and her companions.
"Sunny Angel, Vernal Angel, Scarlett Angel, and Rose Angel," she says, stepping towards them. "Come, please. We must discuss your involvement in this incident."
She, Sunny, wants to tell Archangel something, to warn her of the danger Blue was about to talk about, but she hangs her head down and is silent as she and her companions obediently file into Archangel's throne room to await her judgement.
Ending A/N: And with that, we meet a new angel on Blue Angel's team. Three more have yet to be introduced, but fear not, each new trailer will be released daily following today.
And now, for a response to your reviews.
Epsilon Tarantula chapter 1 . 21h ago
Hmm...yup, Blue Angel is exactly the kind of prick one would expect from the story. I have a feeling she had a moment of great arrogance and is now being punished. Let us hope she fares better than a certain paladin in a world of D&D stick figures.
That being said, Blue Angel has more personality than Yusaku...but if you've seen the convos on the YCM Discord, you'll see many conversations where EVERYONE has more personality than Yusaku.
I like Iudex...but for some reason, I'm going to be keeping on my toes with him.
Also, why does this world remind me of RWBY? The chapter title could've easily been a RWBY trailer, and the action scene in the beginning very much so. Hell, the Boar reminds me of a Grimm!
1.Silver Angel: You have no idea how evil she was.
Blue Angel: Okay…so I might have accidently pushed the doomsday button, and I might have sort of been motivated to do so in order to destroy the world and reshape it in my own image, but I don't think that necessarily qualifies me as an evil and/or arrogant person.
Silver Angel: *points to a bunch of flaming buildings* YOU NEARLY DESTROYED ALL OF ELZYA!
2.Yusaku: I have plenty of personality. I'm a well-balanced blend of edge, aloofness, invincibility, condescension, and pure, unadulterated, bada**.
3.And why would you be suspecting poor old Iudex already? He's an implicitly good character who ought to be treated as such.
4.NOTHING IN THIS WORLD WAS BORROWED FROM "RWBY" AND/OR "RWBY CHIBI!" EVER!
Though to be serious, yeah, RWBY definitely influenced some of my artistic decisions, though I also borrowed a great deal from "Avatar the Last Airbender," "Puella Magi Madoka Magica," "Dishonored," and, "Darkest Dungeon." As for the boar, I wasn't really thinking so much of the Grimm when I designed it, though I did borrow heavily from a Hearthstone card called "Dusk Boar" and a Magic the Gathering card called "Decimator of the Provinces."
Thanks for your review!
ThePLOThand chapter 1 . 21h ago
My BGM Progression (this time all are from Harvest December):
Start: Yoru no Shiro
When Blue Angel realizes her mortality: Kashitu wo maeni
When Blue Angel Begins crying: Kawaru Koto
When she starts fleeing from that beast: Hito no Isakai
When she faces the hald dead possesed boar: Katamukiyuku Natsu
for the Archbishop: Kinshi
When arriving at Angels Haven: Yuki no Aru Machi
Now to the actual review:
So we have Blue Angel waking up realizing that shes mortal (and injured), then she flees from a Half-dead possessed boar, Encounters the archbishop, who slays that boar, takes blue angel to her house and provides some Exposition, which reveals that Blue Aangel has been turned mortal for a redemption quest, but she doesnt know the crime she commited.
Nothing that contradicts what Spectre said so far.
Im gonna Keep up with this
1.I don't know much about Harvest December, so I had to pause in my responses to listen to every song you suggested. They're pretty good, but I'm afraid you got the soundtrack all wrong! The first and only soundtrack for this chapter ought to be "Blue Da Ba Dee!"
Blue Angel: *Picks up a microphone* Y'all listen up!
Here's a story
About an angel gall who fights with a blue 'do!
And all day and all night and everyone she sees aint blue
Like her, inside and outside!
Blue her hair, with a blue little nightgown!
And a big blue flame!
And all her tears are blue for her
And herself, and everyone of her foes
Cause she aint got, nobody, to relate with (relate with…)
I'M BLUE! DA BA DEE DA BA DIE! DA BA DEE DA BA DIE!
DA BA DEE DA BA DIE! DA BA DEE DA BA DIE!
DA BA DEE DA BA DIE! DA BA DEE DA BA DIE!
DA BA DEE DA BA DIE!
*drops microphone*
As for your actual review, it's honestly pretty hard to contradict the tiny bit Specter gave us. All he said was that Blue Angel was an angel who fought monsters, acted cold and tough while she was inwardly suffering, and for some strange reason, cried whenever she defeated a monster. Remember these things, especially the last bit, because they will all come into play in this series.
Glad to know you enjoyed it! Much more is to come.
SakushiRyu chapter 1 . 22h ago
Intriguing story. Excellent chapter. Expected nothing less from you three.
Apparently we have quite the reputation now. No pressure. Thank you very much for reading! I look forward to your continued support.