Chapter 1
Drip....Drip.... Drip....
Down below, underground a horrific sight has just been presented to all of the wondering eyes of the Devils henchmen. There on the wall hangs a demon wing with letters that where cut out of the wing forming the words ‘you will be punished’. Whispers and gasps where heard all over the hall and room, “who did this” “an angel?”
“Prophecy!“. Then there was a loud growl the whispers subsided almost instantly, “what is all this commotion about?” A deep chilling voice boomed out of the darkness. “Sir. A message” someone in the crowd shouted, something moved in the darkness almost like a big rat or a huge bug with wings. The Devil walked out of the shadow to see the sight, he just stood there thinking he jolted and commanded the first henchmen he saw “you! Go get the book”. The demon bowed and ran off while the devil looked around the room “who was the unlucky fellow?” He asked hoping to get a straight answer. “Sir. Thimose” a female henchmen said as she drags a boys body down the hall towards the devil. He growls “hmm what a shame!” The devil grinned and chuckled, the demon comes back with a withered and burnt black book, each sides have at least one copy of The Book hell has the black withered old copy heaven has the white shiny new copy. It has all of the Prophecies that are born and that died. Tells how they died, the devil looked through the book to spot a new name on the list or at least a hint of what’s going on and how an angle got into hell. He stopped at the last page and saw a new name...
‘Jinx’
“well well, Jinx, what are you in there for? ” the devil smiled and threw the book at the henchmen that had brought it “take it back and fetch me my hounds” He commanded as he walked into the shadows ”lets see who you are shall we?“.
Heaven ( 300 years before the incident in hell)
′Door shuts’ “ugh I swear training is getting harder every day!” His perfect snow white hair, his too big trench coat, and his bright orange-ish eyes walk through his house going in his bedroom. But before he entered he saw a note on the table
Dear, Simon
I need of your help with this problem that needs taking care of. I know you will be just right for my request, I bid you the best of luck. I will visit you soon take care.
Simon puts down the note confused about what he just read. Who wrote this, what do they need help with. Why me I’m just a angel in training, I just got my wings....this sucks.
Simon heads to his room to get his blade, then he takes off his trench coat and folds it nicely, puts it up.
Then after training I go and teach, now that has to be the best part of my life!
He leaves his ‘doam’ as they called it its where all of the angels keep their belongings. Simon heads for the ‘angel only’ school, there are many other things other than angles in heaven like human souls, fairies ‘and not the kind ones’ they are for fighting, there are also many others but its better not to mention.
Once Simon enters the school, he went right to his classroom, 11-NAF (Non-Angel-facilities) usually used for prophecies, and hybrids of half monster half humans that have “potential” basically for the ones who have enormous amount of power at a young age so they can be trained to defend heaven from hell.
Simon headed towards the door, everyday when he walks to his classroom all the other angels, young or mature they all look at him like they take pity on him. Why? Well I don’t know maybe its because he teaches martial arts, and mixed martial arts to non-angels. Angels hate change and things they can’t really understand, so they despise them all.
Once he got in his class he saw his partner from training “Gildarts nice to see you, why are you here?”
Gildarts looked up from a desk that he was looking at “oh..hey, i’m here because they assigned me here..I didn’t know that you teach” Simon raised his eyebrows “do you know where you are?” Gildarts looked at him questionably “uh...ya the 11-NAF,
although I don’t know what you teach here” Simon sighed ” well I teach Non-angels how to fight... you up for that”
Gildarts thought about it for a while.
By the time Gildarts thought of an answer Simon was lost in thought
Ugh I cant get that note out of my head...
“Simon”
what could be the favor that it was talking about?
“Simon!”
Possibly... a smuggling of little demons, no Not that! Uhh maybe a training session ya it has to be that
“God damit, SIMON!”
Dragging his attention back to Gildarts “uh..um, ya I-I didn’t hear you” Simon looked dazed and confused from Gildarts mind
“I am up to helping you teach these kids that aren’t uh.. angel” Gildarts smiled giving Simon a thumbs up.
Simon put his things down and got ready for class, while Gildarts walked around looking at the weapons that lined the wall ” they use these?” Simon looked up “uh well ya kinda, see they cant really pierce us or them so we give them something that they can use all of their strength into”
As Simon was explaining all of the weapons that they are used for and how they use them by slicing the air with them, the students started arriving and watching how he could easily just swing the sword multiple times and not break a sweat. About most of the students watched mouth open while a few sat down and started reading, not because they didn’t have interest in. Its because they can already do that, those few are 2 boys and a girl.
((( Anari the girl she has blond hair brown eyes with slits as pupils, shes also 5′5 and has a nasty personality. also is 14 years old(child of the ‘god’ Yato).
Anaru the boy, he has golden spiky brown hair and blue eyes and slits as pupils as well, is the younger brother(12) of Anari is 5′7 and has a good sense of humor. (Also child of the ‘god’ yato)
Damen the boy, he has black flat hair and has bright green eyes, he is quiet and keeps to himself. He is (16)
And he is a wizard. )))
Simon notices the class looking at him, he stops and rubs the back of his head and smiles ” u-uh.. hey guys your early today! This is” points to Gildarts “Gildarts, he will be teaching
Along side me to help you...alright?”
They all nod and went into their seats
“Alright, let the training begin”
