Angels, Scream!

Chapter 0

If he has one wish, it would be living in a world like he had imagined in reading the books of his Grandparents.

The story before the creatures they see as immaculate and virtuous brought chaos to the world. The ones that were once symbol of hope becomes the one who brings despair.

Angels.

They were entities believed to spread good things. They were worshipped, yet no one could still prove their existence. A fiction mirrored always sided in the good.

But things apparently turned upside down when they came from the sky with a sword in their hands. The white wings that symbolise purity had been tainted with blood of innocent men and children as they striked them with their sword—never had an idea what they had done wrong.

It's an inconceivable sight. The total opposite from the book men had once believed. As they see their love ones killed by beautiful entities, fear swallowed them up, constantly questioning the existence of god.

Everyone sees this as the end.

I can't blame them. Having no one to cling on. Having no one to beg for their life. Having no one to pray for help. Hope is dissipating in humanity as creatures called Angels scream as they strikes the flesh of every men they could find.

Some managed to hide, only to be killed at the end for these Angels possesses inhuman prowess and capabilities beknown by anyone.

The quick-witted, yet weak-willed, decided to throw their knees to the ground and swore filth in exchange for their precious lives. This didn't work either.

The brave men had given their best to fight knowing it's futility. The weapons that humanity had invented through years to succumb power are barely capable of hurting them albeit not that much—incapable of surpressing the dark fate that to befall to humanity.

Bombs, guns, contagious bioweapons, nukes; nothing shows definite potential of defeating their beautiful executioners.

He lifted the sack of sand with his thin arms and suspended it on his shoulders, summoning his strength that is apparently wearing out upon lifting similar weighed materials for straight 7 hours with only minutes for respite.

He gasped for air as he threw the sack on the designated spot for it to be mixed as cement for latter building. For a mere 15 years of age, there's no day that his underdeveloped muscles don't experience stress. Normals like him are meant to be exhausted and forced to work as a part of the New World Order.

"That's it for today. Go to your houses and eat your asses out! Be as productive like today will be for tomorrow as well," a man called David Wovert yelled with egotistical tone.

He doesn't like that guy. He's about twenty and just because he's from a bearer clan, he ought to take advantage of it and think highly of himself.

After a tiring day, he only received two cups of rice and two canned foods. This never failed to bring his blood boiling.

Bearers. Those were humans who received gifts from the angels due to extreme loyalty. They are humans who are randomly selected to acquire strength and prowess.

These prowess said to be unique in every individuals for the reason of differences in every angels who bestowed them this gifts.

So why did these angels even bother themselves giving humans, who are clearly they despise through their bones, powers that they can use against them?

Hierarchy. Control. Angels planned to change the world by tying these Bearers in strings to establish their orders.

Bearers are practically a puppet and a marionette in this chaotic world. They received orders from the heavens and at the same time, pulling the same strings to the normals.