Lost Support

(Post Judgment Era)

[Compliance of Jackson's Fort]

"Brother, you need to hold your position for fifteen minutes. A Cadre of Archangels has already been sent to your position. Do not \*STATIC\* -et the De-\*STATIC\* take the ground. I \*STATIC\*...Trust in our Father!"

The broken radio repeated the same broadcast every second, echoing throughout the ruins. Radiel crushed the communication machine beneath his armored boot. His eye lenses illuminated the gloomy environment. He was surrounded by blasted domed structures with the noise of the waves splashing in the nearby harbor the only thing audible.

The HUD link in his visor beeped multiple times as it detected motion signatures of Demons that were reportedly closing in. His fellow brothers had died earlier in the campaign and it was already apparent to him that he was fighting a battle that has no chance of victory. In short, Heaven was losing in the Compliance of 9980-A or more commonly known as the Jackson's Fort world; a habitable planet located in the Realm-11 of the Hourglass Multiverse. The Weapons of Heaven that were commonly called as 'Protectorates' sent with them was also destroyed, leaving Radiel's Legion to be fighting in the damned surface of this God-forsaken Planet.

With nothing but a Blast Rifle and a couple of energy cells, he decided to march across the Planet, looking for the remnants of the Red Fire, the Legion he belonged to. He does not care about the compliance anymore, only survival and escape mattered. He looked across the rubble-covered road, seeing nothing but shifting figures. The heavy rain is not even helping as it only lowered the visibility. Droplets splashed against the surface of his wings and his white armor. His gaze darted from left to right, weapon aimed and finger inside the trigger guard. He sighted another figure and fired without hesitation. There, he fell a Demon with a single shot to the chest. He takes a good look at it; skinny entity with a dark skin. Its eyes were bloodshot and its mouth possessed a pair of fangs. He whirled around as he sensed another Demon. He fired a couple of shots, blasting its face.

"Hellspawns!" His gruff voice, which was mechanized by the voice filtration system, had boomed via the speakers installed in his armor. He fired more shots at the shifting figures where he downed more of them.

With each Demons killed, two more showed up. It was a nightmare for an Angel to face a band of Demons like this. He mustered all the remaining faith he has as he fought on. He fired a couple of shots at a direction then jumped to another target as he wasted his remaining clip. His Rifle beeped empty; he discarded the Battery Cell and replaced it with a new one. He fired again, killing more Demons before running dry once more. He replaced it and fired, scattering more Demon bodies across the cracked pavements. He did this for a couple of minutes until he was down to one Battery Cell.

"Damn this," He said, "Help is not coming."

He charged towards the endless sea of Demons in a kamikaze move as he fired recklessly, downing a number of Demons. One of them has managed to scratch the chestplate of his armor. The wound of the protective suit was deep enough that the external environment like raindrops, has breached the armor completely. Another claw had torn his faceplate apart and revealed a handsome face beneath. The Angel sent a fist at a Demon and crushed it with a single blow. A claw had torn his right kneecap followed by a stab to the backplate that had penetrated too deeply that it touched his spine. With a blood curdling scream, he sent fist after fist at the rising tide in front of him, until one of them managed to scoop his heart out thanks to his damaged chestplate.

He laid backward, coughing blood from his lungs. He muttered a few prayers before he torn apart by the surrounding Demons. Soon enough, the enemies had stopped giving him blows as a glowing light permeates through the black skies. Radiel recognized it; the Archangel Cadre sent to help him. Seven Archangels has came down, each wearing their recognizable golden battlesuits. Covered from head to toe, the Archangel Raziel led the attack. Beside him was Azrael, Phanuel, Raphael, Raguel, Chammuel and Cassiel. They raised their Burning Blades and began to cut down the unstoppable tide in front of them.

But alas, they were too late, for Radiel had already suffered enough from his grave wounds. Azrael stared at his corpse in disbelief. The Archangels barely had scratches in their armor. They had survived and won the fight for him.

"Rest in peace, Brother." Raphael said as he watched the Angel disappeared in glowing light. He turned to Phanuel and ordered, "Get the Fourth Choir ready. We are taking Jackson's Fort back from the enemy's grasp."

"The Powers, brother?"

"The Powers." Raphael confirmed.

With the Powers, the Angelic Warriors of the Twelve Battlegroups of Heaven, to assist them, led by the Choirs of Dominions, the battle is already as good as lost in the side of the Demons. But for Heaven, this is only the beginning.

--ARCHIVE FILE 9980 TRANSMISSION ENDED--

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