Ray of the Morning Star

Rises from Anger.

Cold rainy morn at 3.
An army of Vanitan's knight of thirteen finest assassins chasing four young man in a dark hooded coat, running at unseen speed on the high mountains of Himalayas.

Papeus the chief assassin , the greatest among the thirteen suddenly stop from running toward the four young man after seeing they have stop from getting away from them in a far distance. "V" formation of three man in a lighted orange aura. The fourth one is slightly  elevated from the ground covered by reddish violet aura,whose eyes are somewhat greenish-reddish alternately.

The twelve Vatican knights whose attention are unto Papeus wondering for a sudden stop.

"Listen we need to abandon this mission!!!. You neither I can't beat him"

The knights take a back step without questioning their chief.

"We aren't enough for him alone, the weakest of them is far stronger than i am"

"...that one in the center is Nayhr"

"Nah-hr? the second son of..." one of the twelve uttered.

"Yes, move now, before its too late"

The knight turned themselves into yellowish white light and one by one flash up like a reverse falling star from ground to sky. Continuously until sixth went up.

A sudden whip passes in front of Papues right hand, Nathan. A red stain on his white robe and blood keeps on flowing down from his lacerated stomach. Papeus grabs Nathan's shoulder and vanish like a light turned off in a complete darkness.

But his voice remains.

"Hurry up, watch your back!!!"

Before they completely turned around and see the smallest of the four young man in a long sharp nail demonic left hand already injured the remaining five helpless knights. The reddish violet aura man dramatically arise from the ground hallowedly, smiles as he trigger to burn them in  violet fire not just the bodies but souls.

They cry in a scary voice homologous to an exorcised human, by and by they all turned to ashes and blown in the wind- vanish as if they where never existed.