Heavenly Sin

Chapter 1: Heaven's Fall

It all started 25 years ago. When the world that humans had known so well, their safe haven, was suddenly changed forever. Many humans called this tremendous day the Rapture. On the western hemisphere, the worlds largest recorded hurricane suddenly ripped through the sky. The chaos, panic, and fear began to rampant throughout the country. The thick clouds, heavy rain, and lightning cracking through the sky like a whip removed all connections to the outside world and devastated everything its spiteful fingers could reach. Whole cities like New York were wiped out in a matter of hours. The Statue of Liberty lay waste, crumbled like dry soil in the hands of a child. But once the storm calmed, all survivors were greated by a luxurious, yet oddly, bone chilling harmony. The skies ripped open, and down like the rain that had just past, came a flood of holy warriors. The angels came quick, grabbing survivors, then quickly began to declare safe points. The sounds of the holy saints bellowed from the heavens as witnesses could just barely see the golden walls of heaven. From that day forward, the moment that the angels fell upon the earth was known as Heaven's Fall.

The eastern hemisphere was also ravaged by its own disaster. To the residents of that side of the planet, it felt as though the world was ready to crack; and crack it did. An ungodly earthquake began to shake and thrash. Volcanos erupted, spewing molten lava and ash, which cremated anything in its path. The clouds of ash were so thick it blocked out the sun, leaving the victims of the wrath of the world to witness first hand what monsters truly lurk in the dark. Unlike the western hemisphere, they weren't greeted by friendly faces of angels. Instead it was the faces of horror stories and nightmares. Demons forced their way on the earth. Slaying and enslaving whoever they pleased. Screams filled the air as though all nations joined as one to cry their anthem of horror. The screams were of fear and panic, the screams of parents dying to buy their children a few more seconds of life, and the screams of children whose parents left them as bait to save themselves. Across the world one thing was common amoung the survivors, they will always remember the pain of losing their loved ones, and lossing the life they took for granted.

New Haven: 25 years later

The temperature was warm, but there was a cool breeze, probably because the sun was about to set. I'm tired and ready to go home for the day, but I still have a couple of hours left to my shift. But for some reason my partner, May and I got orders to leave our post on the outer wall of the city to report back to HQ. "Let's go Hope," May said with her usual playful tone to me. So we got in our squad car and started making our way back, when May started her usual conversation. One thing that bugs me about May is when she rambles on about guns and shopping, all you hear from her is, "so I saw a cute dress this," and, "my new gun is so cool that," along with the occasional, "so I met this handsome guy at the store the other day." Ugh, some days I wish I could just push her off the 75 ft. tall walls surrounding New Haven and watch her fall to the mine field, oh the dream. May is really pretty girl, her full name is May Jones. Shes 19 years old just like me. All the guys go crazy for her with her light brown hair with a beautiful set of green eyes, and a nice set of curves. While I on the other hand have pitch black hair with grey eyes, I have some curves as well but not as much as she does. My name is Hope Williams. Angels aren't usually given last names unless born with one of the parents being humans, which is why I suppose my mother was human. But I never met her, my father told me she died while giving birth to me. We both wear black uniforms, boots, and sport our reaper tag It's a special patch given to skilled demon slayers. Being an angel I favor melee weapons, as most angels do, we feel cowardly having to keep distance from the enemy. So I decided to stick with my trusty katana, it's such a beautiful blade, razor sharp and a beautiful red handle. May really loves her guns, she's well versatile, from sniper rifles to AR's. I will give her this, she's one hell of a shot, she could shoot a bullseye from over a mile away. And as she may irritate me at times, there is no one else I would rather have as my partner. Our fighting styles compliment each other, I can get in close while she can pick demons off at a distance.

We had to drive through the residential district to reach HQ. My father told me a lot of this area was leveled after the Rapture, but now its not half bad. Children love to play and run to their hearts desire though the streets (when they aren't at school that is). Even adults love to mingle around when off work. The streets are a mixing pot of mingled conversations, children laughing, music and the sound of basket balls dribbling in the parks. There is a smell of cooked food and approaching rain in the air.

After driving for about twenty minutes we pulled into the parking lot of HQ. I started to get a bad feeling in my gut for some reason, which made me feel very uneasy. But May and I got out the car and started our march forward. This white building was our command center. The humans from before the Rapture called this place the White House and it was perfect for our base of operations in the city. The normally white walls now shine a beautiful mixture of red and orange from the sun setting over the walls of the city. The color of the walls now complement the banners of New Haven hanging on flag pole out front. The banner is candy apple red, black stripes, and a golden cross in the center with white angel wings stretching from the cross, as if they're waiting, pleading to soar through the sky.

The inside was busy as usual. Computer cubicles full of workers monitoring the scanners and recording information that I never fully understood, luckily that's not my job. The place was echoing the sound of keys pressing against the keyboard, the AC units running, and dispatch workers mumbling into their phones. Awaiting us was our General, as well as my father, Gabriel. There he stood with the pride and dignity as all archangels did. He wore thick armor, pure white, and trimmed with gold, which covered his chest and legs. His undershirt showing only on his arms. His arms also sported an ancient text only worn by angels of great strength. The words of the mysterious text, once chanted by the wearer is said to hold great power, either bestowing that power on the angel or releasing it in a wave of destructive power. His hair was white as snow and spiked on top. His eyes glowed a light blue, like the sky on a sun kissed day. On his back was a strapped claymore sword. Colored like his armor, it has a white blade with a golden handle.

He looked at both of us with a certain seriousness in his eyes. "We have a situation, our scanners have detected demonic activity within the walls."

"But how did they get in?" May asked as I started leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, but I sent over 5th squad to investigate."

"So why are we here then?" I questioned.

"Because we've lost connection with 5th squad."

"How can that be, how many demons were detected?" May asked, with a nervous tone to her voice.

"We detected two Demons, Captain and Lieutenant level."

"What!" we both cried out, as I push myself off the wall. I've dealt with demons of that level before, but never inside the town walls. Plus 5th squad was an all angel squadron, which are usually stronger the rest. Most squads and pairings were combined with angels and humans, just like May and I, May is human and I'm an angel.

"I know, but since they're of that level we're sending you two in. We lost contact with 5th squadron in a alley off of Main Street and Pennsylvania Avenue. Go confirm the status of 5th squad, and deal with our visitors, your Dismissed."
"Sir," we said. As we were leaving, right before I closed the door I heard my father say "Hope, May, be careful, and show them what my two most capable reapers can do."