Fallen Angel

Centuries ago, God had cast Lucifer out of heaven, along with his followers. His fall turned out to only fuel his need for destruction and power. Within only a few decades, the fallen angel had managed to conjure up an army of followers, what he had called Demons.

With his army finally large enough, he let out a full attack on Earth, planning to lure in his Creator as well as his fellow Archangels.

Michael was the first to appear on Earth, bringing with him Uriel and several of his trusted angels. One of which was a newer addition to the group, a Fletchling in other terms compared to Michael and Uriel. The young angel was known as Grace, being created only recently to aid Michael, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, Selaphiel, Raguel, and Barachiel in the war against the Morningstar and his rising army of demons.

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Grace stared up in fear and astonishment at the fallen angel in front of her. His feathery black wings were nothing like what she had imagined they'd look like. She had imagined a bone outline of the wings, possibly some rotting and torn flesh that feathers once covered; all in all she had imagined him to look hideous, like the monster she was taught growing up. "They thought YOU could stop me? A Fletchling-a new born! They'll soon realize their grave mistake casting me out. I'll make them regret ever entering this war with me. And you will suffice as their first warning." She watched as his wings spread out, all 9 feathery pairs of them. He raised his arms to the sky as lightning began to viciously strike the area.