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The Celestial

"Where's Panacea?!" somebody shouted, but she couldn't see who as the corners of her vision darkened, the unpleasant dampness around her stomach overshadowed by the immense pain she felt as she glanced down, seeing her shirt stained red.

"Panacea's dealing with a shooting across town," someone replied, sounding defeated.

She didn't want to die, but maybe it would be preferable to living with the pain she felt now, her consciousness fading.

"Wait, who's-"

As her vision continued to darken, she was shocked when the pain vanished and a bright light flooded her vision.

She thought she'd died for a moment, opening her eyes to see a pair of soft blue eyes staring back down at her with a soothing smile.

"Your story doesn't end here, my friend," the angelic voice told her as she looked back down, her torn shirt exposing her unmarred flesh, the grievous wound she got in the accident gone as if it had never happened.

Looking back at her saviour, she felt her voice catch in her throat as she saw him in all his glory for the first time.

Blonde, almost golden hair that was styled so perfectly without a single strand out of place sat atop his youthful incredibly handsome face, a sculpted body barely constrained by a simple white t-shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans, his entire body glowing with a soft golden light.

But the part that truly took her breath away was the truly majestic wings coming from his back, covered in brilliant white feathers.

She'd never been religious, but she couldn't deny that he made her question her lack of faith for just a moment before he rose to his feet again, his eyes flickering over to the side.

"Ah, I see the heroes have arrived. I'm sorry, my friend, but I must depart. I dislike dealing with endless questions," he said, giving her one final smile before he leapt into the sky, easily clearing several stories before his wings burst into action, flying away with incredible speed.

Staring after her saviour, breathless and awestruck, she didn't even notice as Armsmaster arrived on his signature bike, a scowl on his face.

— Emily Piggot —

Looking at the report on Brockton's newest cape, she scowled to herself at his foolishness.

The nicknamed 'Archangel' had to be the most reckless new trigger she'd ever seen, he was admittedly powerful, but the boy just flew around the city without even bothering with a costume or mask, his face was already all over the internet.

Looking at the picture, she immediately realised that the Empire would be salivating at the chance to recruit him.

Aside from his frankly bullshit powerset, ranging from the Alexandria package of flight, super strength and toughness, he's also been reported to be able to heal fatal wounds with just a wave of his hand.

To make things worse, he was their perfect aryan poster boy. The handsome blonde haired, blue eyed teen was pretty much their ideal recruit, and they'd already seen the Empire mobilising their people far outside of their usual stomping grounds in search of him.

She wouldn't let the Empire get their hands on the third and arguably strongest healer of Brockton, even if she didn't have a certain order coming from the chief director herself.

'Recruit Archangel into the wards at any cost'

What did the chief director know that she didn't?

— Gabriel —

Standing atop the tallest tower in Brockton, I stare down at the city with a pensive expression.

I know Kaiser is currently just a few floors below me, frustrated that I'm so close when he can't approach me with his offer due to being in his civilian identity, it's a little game I play to amuse myself.

I'm sure some Empire fliers will arrive sooner rather than later, but I'll be long gone before they show up.

This city, my new home after my death, is corrupted to the very core. My new powers allow me to sense the suffering and misery around me, the evil and corruption that has sunk its claws into every

At first I thought I could just move to a nicer city, but I've found that while Brockton Bay is especially terrible it is far from unusual, every city is in the same sickening state.

So I came back, because I've realised just why I was sent to this world.

This world needs a saviour, a beacon of hope to drive back the corruption and evil, and I intend to provide it with one.

Starting with this city, I will clean up this doomed world and bring them into a golden age of beauty, progress and justice.

Sensing a dark lust below me, I turn my eyes downwards and watch as a bald tattooed man corners an Asian woman in an alleyway, his foul intentions clear to all.

As he reaches for her, a spear of golden light pierces through his back, pinning him to the ground as it stabs him clean through the heart.

The girl freezes, watching as her assailant's body is reduced to golden strands of light, leaving behind no evidence as we make eye contact despite the distance.

Her fear and tears fade, awe and gratitude replacing them as she spots me looking down at her from up high.

Stepping off the tower, I let myself fall until I'm almost at ground level before my wings burst out in a show of golden light, flying nimbly through the skies as I reach out with my senses.

I will save this world, even if I have to purge every last disgusting unworthy soul from it with my own two hands.