Where Gods Fall - War Angels

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WARNING

SEVERE SPOILERS FOR WAR ANGELS

Credit to PoisedAsh on DA for the Characters and World

Credit to PoisedAsh on DA for the Characters and World

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Crimson stood in front of the hill, Artemis at his side. They stared at their once home of Lunaura. The angelic walls were now crumbling, Heaven was presumably dead now, and the main church was all that seemed to stand. Crimson drew his blade from the ground, spinning it in his hand and holstering it on the back of his hips.

"Sir, are you sure we're ready?" Artemis asked, worried for him. Artemis looked concerned,but he did not dare try to stop Crimson once he had made his mind up.

"Ready or not, this is our last chance, he has the ability now to siphon the power of Lunox. He can become god now. We just have to stop him in his tracks." Crimson began to run across the bridge, Artemis behind him. Crimson watched the wall of Lunaura become closer to him and he thought of everyone he had lost. Eris, Amaterasu, Astra, Vysterian was now pupperting Selene too for his cruel whims.

All of Etherea rested on their shoulders. Crimson got to the door, and Artemis summoned his rapier, before Crimson grabbed the gate with his hand. The void magic channeled through his gauntlet, he felt his life force slowly ticking away but his hand grew into a large claw that he used to yank the door off its hinges, then taking a step forward and hurling the door at the church.

. . .

Inside the church, Vysterian stood in front of Lunox's body draped over the main ritual circle.

"Can you believe it Pandora? After all this time, I've done it. I've finally done it. With this power I will finally become a god, and recreate this world in my perfect, divine image!" Vysterian laughed, the joy echoed through the church as he took his place on the ritual circle. "Begin the ritual now, my disciples!"

Pandora eagerly went to her place, ready to fulfill her purpose for her perfect master, and become immortalized in legend. As she cleared her throat, the whole church went silent. The church's floor began to glow, as the nuns gathered around, their veil disguising themselves. Pandora began to ascend in the air, as did Vysterian.

"Egredere domine, et munda hunc mundum imperfectum. Benedicta sit potentia huius sacri-" Pandora was abruptly cut off as a door flew through the wall, crashing into the main ritual floor, splintering and killing several of the disciples who were set in the direction. Vysterian swore under his breath, both the angel and his main disciple were hovering in the air.

Crimson and Artemis emerged from the smoke and rubble.

"Perfect of you to bring my sacrifice back to me, Crimson." Vysterian said, his angelic face forming a sinister grin as Crimson drew his blade. "But you are a bit too late. The ritual has already begun, it cannot be stopped!"

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