Thread: Fallen (Battleship & H a r r i e t)

The world, magnificent and beautiful, filled with water, humans, and animals alike. The kingdom of man Is one of the most beautiful realms known. Fuck that world. We have nothing to do with the idiotic humans, this Is the kingdom of Angels, the skies of God, the world of the Sacred. Torelius is one of the leading angels In God's army, commanding over one thousand lower rank angels In the war against the realm of Hell, and the satanic Land. No one ever dared to meet him eye to eye, no one ever dared to lift a finger to oppose his actions. The angel was truly loved by God, the only being that had any sort of rule and absolute command on him. He was favored so much, that his body and skin was marked by beautiful golden carvings, etched into his body as a sign of supremacy and power. His Lieutenant, the Angel Farren was the only one he Listened to aside from god himself. she was his support, his backup, his voice when he could not speak. For thousands of years theyve slowly rose up the Angelic Army's ranks, fighting their way through demons and devils alike until they reached where they are right now. It was all perfect, nothing was flawed In this textbook pair...or so It was thought anyway. It was only moments away from the departure of the Heavens western army, commanded by Torelius, into the satanic land of Morda. The land was known to be home to the most vicious of Hells creatures, a headquarters to the Satanic army, the base that fuels the rest of Satans power. God had entrusted the much needed victory in Torelius hands, knowing the Angel had never failed before, never had he disappointed him, he seemed to be a man perfectly fit for the job. Not only that, but he was one of them most beautiful Angels god had ever created, perfect in both shape and body. His hair was pure, snow white. It was long, flowing down almost all the way to his abdomen. His body was toned, without a single flaw or scratch, only he beautiful markings to look at. His eyes were sky blue, vibrant to whoever looked at them, filled with fierceness and determination. Yet the Angels body was slowly getting covered, shielded with golden armor as the Torelius began suiting himself for the upcoming battle. Armor after armor, he finally got finished, and leaned down to take hold of a long, golden spear with a sharp edge that took the shape of a Phoenix. Suddenly he stepper outside, away from the sacred armory and onto a balcony, looking over at the vast clouds and past them till his eyes met with a certain building, one not too far from his own. A flash of white beamed into the sky as his folded wings sprung wide to his sides from openings in his armor, gracefully the pushed the wind beneath them, and in an instant the Angel was in the air, making his way through cloud after cloud like a whisper in the breeze. It didnt take him long to reach his destination, a pillared armory slightly smaller than the one he was just in. He dropped at the very edge of the balcony, slowly walking his way into the building until his eyes finally caught glimpse of the person he had been looking for. He silently stepped closer as Farrens image began appearing closer and closer, she was always gorgeousalways elegent in everything she did. Silently he crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall for a few moments, just watching her get ready for the battle herself, placing her armor on slowly to cover her exposed body. Well you dont seem like you have an ounce of fear in you, as always. His voice was as commanding as It ever was, but with herit was always softer. He always had a soft spot for Farren, easily noticeable by anyone in their right mind, some called her his only weakness. His words caught her attention finally, his head tilted abit as a smile took over his expression.