I: Angels
In a city that has become overrun with monsters, on a dark alley, in a bar. A group of Angels gather.
"I don't want to hear it." One shouted. "Ever since the fall we've been picked apart by these creatures."
"But please, listen. There's a way we can stop all of this." Another said.
"How?" A third listened from the raptures of the old building.
"Abaddon, Tartys." The third one of the few, Seraphim to fall. "Brothers and sister are dying? And what of the others?"
"There will be a fight for the City's control and division." A Power spoke up.
"Thank you Cassiel. You, Abaddon and Tartys will go and collect the other high ranking fallen. We will join here, at our stronghold. Bring any others you find along you're way. Wars are to be fought by warriors, not endured by the innocent." She flew higher into the abandoned church.
"So, the other fallen leaders?" Tartys said. "They'll be impossible to find, if they're like Jaoel."
"The we don't find the leaders, we find the followers." Abaddon said.
"But we do it together. No sense in us getting killed." Cassiel said.
"Oh relax. Jaoel sends me on missions like this all the time." Abaddon picked up her flaming axe, hoisting it up on her shoulder.
"Could you disguise that please? You'll make us stick out like a Cherib in battle." She said.
"Fine." Abaddon sulked, disguising the axe as a walking stick. "Is that better?"
"Yes." Tartys was pleased.
"This is going to be great!" Cassiel shrieked. "I'd been assigned to guard humans before the fall but, actually getting to interact with them is amazing. This is going to be exciting."
