Dawn of Warriors

Chapter 2 + note

NOTE: we have planned for the book to follow two different timelines, one in the past and one in the present, so the one that unfolds in the past times will act as a material to help the present one. Do not be alarmed, the reason we're making a note about it, is because we were afraid it might confuse some people and we wanted to avoid that. Since we made the note, we'd also like to take time to thank you, the reader, for taking time to read our book :) It means a lot to us. If you enjoy reading through the chapters, we would also appreciate if you left a comment, telling us your thoughts and your feedback on improving our writing.

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The battle with the Corrupted, the monsters who threatened the peace of the land, had taken a lot longer than anticipated. Since the break of dimensions and the creation of the independent locations of Heaven and Hell, each department was forced to send their own army to fight against those monsters. The demonic ranks were always first to arrive, given that their magic was somewhat similar to that of the Corrupted. They were severely armored, with heavy golden protective plates covering every single pieces of their true form. Their formations were always golden blocks of moving rectangles, holding sharp weapons. They wielded the condemned fires of their dimension which appeared to never burn them, but they were fatal for anyone else touching them. It seemed almost like a cartoon, each time the block moved, closing in the chaotic hoards of Corrupted bodies. But, unfortunately, the demonic forces were never strong enough to handle the threat alone, neither were their opposites.

The angelic ranks moved faster when they were airborne. Their sparkling white wings spreading far away from their bodies while they covered the sky with their numbers. Angelic armor was made out of purified silver protecting them from the touch of anything that held tainted magic in it. They were all trained to wield the swords of the sun, the blades of which were not visible until tasting blood. The forces dove down from above resembling the spiral of death eagles performed and smashed against the Corrupted bodies. Somehow the strategy of each dimensional army was different and quite opposite from the rest of their strategic movements. Usually Heaven provided the logical explanation and Hell replied with a beautiful 'fuck it'.

Finally, the numbers of the monsters started to decrease but the bodies of the celestials littered the ground. The way Corrupted managed to attack were through their claws, which were laced with the essence of chaos. The liquid tar made their claws, and anything it touched, invulnerable to the quick methods of healing. Both angels and demons avoided those sharp edges as if they were laced with heavy poison, but they were never fast enough to fully avoid falling victims to it. There were still those who got lucky protecting their heart from that substance and elongating their existence for a few more minutes than the rest of the wounded. Among those lucky ones was James Gray. The angel had turned hard to his side where the thicker lines of his armor stood just in time to fend off most of the claws digging through his chest. He had fallen hard against the ground though, his sliding stopped by the rest of the celestial bodies that decorated the small forest opening.

James was lucky in more ways though. Just as the battle ended and the forces started picking up their esteemed fallen soldiers, one of the golden rectangles approached him. He felt a light kick against his stomach, meant to test if he had survived the fall or not. They never did, so the gold blob did not really waste time kicking the body just behind him. It was the moment he reached and grabbed the heavy boot that the demon shook out of place, turning her head to look down at the man who had just reached out for her. The she-demon looked at the pain in the angel's blue eyes, the excitement of the battle making hers shine like dark orbs. "How did you survive that?" she asked, her surprise showing in her tone with a hint of interest that she shouldn't have, she knew it was wrong to even talk to an angel and, if it wasn't for the war, she doubted anyone would make a step to stop this hate.