"Their duty is to keep peace on earth, not to engage in bloody warfare"
Nothing but blood and bodies covered the area. Once Gehenna stood beautiful in Hades. That all changed because of humans and angels. Anagura and Assiah are like two sides of a coin, what happens to one happens to another. When the humans began to pollute the earth Anagura in turn was affected. It began to rain acid and the air/land made the evils sick. Realizing this weakness, the angelic army attacked.
"He-help me..!"
"Please, no! If you're really holy, then why are you-?!"
Many screams were heard rom the dying Evils as their fourteenth princess wandered around, trying to find survivors. She tried to move quickly and silently, she'd be killed for certian should she be caught. The crys of her people brought tears to her young eyes. She was still a mere child, her small body couldn't handle this.
Suddenly some movement caught her eye. Under that rock and those corpses, someone was still alive. "Help.. please I need water..." a faint voice called to her. It was a young boy. Blood caked his tanned face and black hair, it poured freely from somewhere atop his head leaking into teary silver eyes.
"I'm so happy you're alove! Here I have some water." she knelt down next to the boy, once she had given him water she could try to remove the rock and corspes from his body. She smiled, " Here we are, fresh-" Suddenly warm, red liquid sprayed across her face, into the water. The boys head landed in her small lap.
"Oh, look. A littlr demon kid survived!" Three uniformed white-winged being stood behind her. One lifted up her dirtied brown cloak. "And he's. Say, this ones a girl! Thats a bit of luck."
She tried to stand up, to run. Every nerve in her body told her to run but the strong angels held her there. Forget that dirty brat. Besides, there'll be trouble if they find out!" one suggested.
"Thats if they find out! But we're all in this together, right?"
"No! Don't you dare touch me!" She cried, mustering all of her strength to pull away from the angels.
"Damn brat! Don't you know who we are!?"
"If the brat wants to fight, break a few arms and legs!"
"Nooo!" She screamed as they caught her again. She closed her eyes, she felt more warm liquid fell onto her face. Her eyes opened to see the angels being sliced in half as easlily as if they were butter. A tall cloaked figure stood in her eyesight. The figures sword dripped red blood. The voice belonged to that of a female. Its tone was unusually calming, though the words were harsh. "Pitful... Is this what angels have become? Hiding their wea, blood-starved, lust-filled spirits within shells of flesh? You're no different than demons. No, you're worse! Demons are more honest. They don't try to pretend they're holy. Little demon, can you stand? Does this make you angry? Then get stronger! The weak only inherit death!" she reached up to pull the hood from her head, I am Organic Angel, Alexiel! From this moment forth, I raise my flag of rebellion against god!" The wind caught her long black hair. She was beautiful, standing With her three white wings. More importantly, she was the princess' hero.
Nothing but blood and bodies covered the area. Once Gehenna stood beautiful in Hades. That all changed because of humans and angels. Anagura and Assiah are like two sides of a coin, what happens to one happens to another. When the humans began to pollute the earth Anagura in turn was affected. It began to rain acid and the air/land made the evils sick. Realizing this weakness, the angelic army attacked.
"He-help me..!"
"Please, no! If you're really holy, then why are you-?!"
Many screams were heard rom the dying Evils as their fourteenth princess wandered around, trying to find survivors. She tried to move quickly and silently, she'd be killed for certian should she be caught. The crys of her people brought tears to her young eyes. She was still a mere child, her small body couldn't handle this.
Suddenly some movement caught her eye. Under that rock and those corpses, someone was still alive. "Help.. please I need water..." a faint voice called to her. It was a young boy. Blood caked his tanned face and black hair, it poured freely from somewhere atop his head leaking into teary silver eyes.
"I'm so happy you're alove! Here I have some water." she knelt down next to the boy, once she had given him water she could try to remove the rock and corspes from his body. She smiled, " Here we are, fresh-" Suddenly warm, red liquid sprayed across her face, into the water. The boys head landed in her small lap.
"Oh, look. A littlr demon kid survived!" Three uniformed white-winged being stood behind her. One lifted up her dirtied brown cloak. "And he's. Say, this ones a girl! Thats a bit of luck."
She tried to stand up, to run. Every nerve in her body told her to run but the strong angels held her there. Forget that dirty brat. Besides, there'll be trouble if they find out!" one suggested.
"Thats if they find out! But we're all in this together, right?"
"No! Don't you dare touch me!" She cried, mustering all of her strength to pull away from the angels.
"Damn brat! Don't you know who we are!?"
"If the brat wants to fight, break a few arms and legs!"
"Nooo!" She screamed as they caught her again. She closed her eyes, she felt more warm liquid fell onto her face. Her eyes opened to see the angels being sliced in half as easlily as if they were butter. A tall cloaked figure stood in her eyesight. The figures sword dripped red blood. The voice belonged to that of a female. Its tone was unusually calming, though the words were harsh. "Pitful... Is this what angels have become? Hiding their wea, blood-starved, lust-filled spirits within shells of flesh? You're no different than demons. No, you're worse! Demons are more honest. They don't try to pretend they're holy. Little demon, can you stand? Does this make you angry? Then get stronger! The weak only inherit death!" she reached up to pull the hood from her head, I am Organic Angel, Alexiel! From this moment forth, I raise my flag of rebellion against god!" The wind caught her long black hair. She was beautiful, standing With her three white wings. More importantly, she was the princess' hero.
