Feathers & Scythes (Angels & Grim Reapers BOOK III)

Prologue

The pained echoes of the battle's outcome filled the skies. Wings, clothes, capes, and sprays of red, painted the white clouds pink. It was a disaster only to see the spreading bodies of both Angels and Grim Reapers laying on the sky since there was no gravity to pull them on the Earth's surface.

"It has been another difficult battle." The blue-haired teenage boy with the grey wings spoke with no emotion.

Leito was appointed as the General who was leading the battle against the Grim Reapers. He had led them so far into the vast skies of the Human Realm, battling with the 'minions' as he would usually call them, of Death.

When Death learned that both the Fallen and the Concealed Feather had disappeared into the Nether Realm, he called the Four Divisions, wishing for an explanation. But his words never reached Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel. Machias was the one to answer and at their meeting a massacre took place, destroying more than sixty Grim Reapers and Shinigami.

Machias punished on his way Death for hissing the identity of the Fallen as also for not killing the host of the Concealed Feather.

"And so we are at war. Stupid Death. He can't understand how futile this war is for him. Lord Machias will prevail." Leito murmured and spread his wings.

He flew above the battlefield of clouds, offering a silent prayer to his brothers and sisters who feel, fighting the unholy ones. Night had fallen finally and the few stars which appeared on the black veil, cried with the horrifying scene. The Inspector paid no attention to their songs but he sprinted upwards, heading to the floating fort, which had come straight from the Fourth Division.

Perfectly covered from the clouds, only trained eyes could see its true form. Leito landed into the thick whiteness and soon he was welcomed by two of the Gladiators.

"There has been an update Sir." The white winged soldiers spoke.

"What is it?" Leito spoke with a tone of boredom in his voice.

"It has been reported that a great surge of power was emitted from the wastelands."

"Which wastelands soldiers? Chicago, Los Angeles or Scandinavia? Speak clearly!"

His grey eyes flashed and the Gladiators trembled with his show of strength. They were not used to this kind of command; neither had they known the true reasons behind their Lord's absence.

"It came from New York Sir, from what used to be West Orange."

A hint of surprise made the soldiers look at him with question. Leito quickly dismissed them and headed to his office. He closed the heavy wooden doors and pressed his palm to the crystal table.

The surface shined golden and letters, the ancient language of the Angels, appeared. He knew these letters and the meaning they hid behind them; he had seen it before, on Machias's office.

His fingertips slid and his hand moved up, making the letters float above the shining crystal table. The golden lines resonated together, forming the script he had read countless times before. Passing the part he knew already he stopped and read the sentence which had triggered his suspicion.

"Part of her father's family lives at New York, close to West Orange."

Leito stilled; his hands tightened in fists and soon he was typing on the crystal table, sending a message to Lord Machias. He concluded his fear for his Lord's plans in only two sentences:

Power has awoken.

They have come back.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Here it is! The final book of the trilogy is finally on! I apologize for the delay and I hope old and new fans will enjoy this one!

And cry in a corner afterwards.