There are the beating of wings, in the moonlit sky that tell a bleak and disturbing tale.
The powerful Bladed Cross was stolen, on the cursed earth, where evil rules, merciless, and determined.
Now, catastrophic events unfold under the nose of a near future society, when Owen Collins and the people he loves are thrown into a blood soaked conflict fate had tied them to since the events of the Biblical Testaments.
A terrible, demonic force seeks to bring about the End of Days before the Comings of Christ.
A force that no mortal could predict, no prophet had written of.
A secret rebellion struggles to fight against the creature's sadistic wrath.
And Yahweh's plan to prevent the extinction of his Children is more than just the inspiring leadership of a broken hero.
Long ago, an Angel, from the Order of The Ninefold, gave birth to a child of their own.
From that child, came her own offspring, seized by the Holy, and the Fallen alike.
A power to be ripped from the Fallen.
A quest to reclaim the pieces of the key, the key that is the Bladed Cross.
To end a war meant to abolish faith, life and love.
A war that drew our blood and very tears.
Oh, Lord, give rise to the Guardians, to the broken who suffered this evil!
The roaring of the dragons fills us with your Holy fire!
Owen Collins, Sheriff of Red Leaf.
His trusted, fearsome friend, Ted Walker.
His ever gentle spouse, Chloe Collins.
Molly Dillion, the fiercest of the Rebels.
And Eli Griffin, the Failed Son!
And many others whom the beating of wings would guide.
Those who's love kills just as easily as hate.
Death and cruelty are no strangers to the hearts of those who seek to protect God's Children from corruption.
The world is dying. Heaven and Hell have broken and collapsed, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that is part purgatory, part platonic world of ideas, blighted by the horrors of the human mind. The sun lies dormant in the east, atop God's tower, while the west is plunged into darkness and haunted by all that lives there. There is no day and night cycle, nothing grows, nothing dies, nothing changes, unless magic is involved.
Angels hunt creatures for their blood, to feed it to God so he can finish gestating.
Demons kill and destroy aimlessly, their origins inexplicable and unknown.
Stranger beings wander the ruins of what's left of the world.
Humans need not eat or sleep, caught in a state between life and death. They cannot die or be born naturally, but they can be killed and they can be made.
The few that survived with their sanity somewhat intact have locked themselves into warded cities, but their protections are feeble and often ineffective. The Order that united them is long gone, broken into factions known only by the sins for which they have fallen. The Houses that protected them are crumbling, falling into ruin as their members were culled down by angels and demons, as well as their own mad quest to save the world; the Pilgrimage, a vain attempt to steal into Eden and murder God himself.
Soon, only the Scions will remain. Those that were left not due to merit, but because they were the last choice for being heroes. Those whose memories and minds are as damaged and eaten through as their world. Those who agreed to take on the mysterious Archons within their bodies and, through that contract, had ancient relics and rituals passed down to them.
They converge onto a long forgotten neutral ground, trying to save themselves. A heroic journey through a nightmarish wonderland. A pilgrimage to God's tower, to make the world whole again. To cleanse the world of the horrors infecting it. To kill the God who will doom them all with his birth.