The day in which the sky is crimson and the moon who's power turns against them is coming. An army in which every soldier had wings two times as long as their arms. Each of their armor unique, made out of different metals that couldn't be found anywhere in the universe. Their weapons, each designed for their own abilities. This army was preparing for battle, waiting for that day to come.
Their leader Raphael, who's only selfish wish is to have it all, is waiting for the chosen one to be born. Either to destroy it or to turn it into one of his own. With it on their side they would be almost unstoppable. They would be able to finally win the war that has lasted almost their entire lives and be able to take over the untouchable land of Demons, Erendel.
"Tomorrow is the day that we'll get the ultimate weapon. A weapon that'll end this everlasting war!" Raphael holds up his sword and the army of a hundred angels starts cheering. The guardians of "heaven" as you would say, were only brainwashed soldiers following orders from Raphael without questioning him.
At sunset, they would arrive to the land of flames and wait for another battle to be fought.
