BHuang92 Stepping from a tactile darkness, she raises her wings and draws her sword. She soars over the crusades and lands deftly between both sides. Her skilled surpassed those of the eldest of the knights and her defeat was only when she chose to stop. Although none lay dead by her hand, everybody hearkened to every last word she spoke. Her pale face did not contort in any way to speak. Her voice simply left her body and entered everybody else's. "As Angel of the Tor, you have desecrated my patron people. Stop your senseless war and find your wives well. If leave you not, find them ill." With that, the angel was swept away with the curling dust. Everybody loves something, she thought, they just don't know what. I will find them all a passion. This took many years lasting to the end of the 13th century. 10th time's the charm. - Braibow, The Fifth Great King *Thanks for getting my creativity going :D
They called us Angels. They called us saviours of our country. But we were not Angels, We were not sacred. We were bloody icons, And the term "hero" meant nothing anymore. We had killed thousands of "heroes" in our days, And would kill thousands more. Angels do not hold guns, Angels do not fear death so much that they give up all hope of survival. But we, We bloody icons of hope and heroism in an army long lost, Were the last chance at salvation that anyone had. What we could do, and what we stood for, Was every ounce of hope left in our souls. So we were Godly. We became unstoppable, Unkillable, Immortal. And after the war was over people looked at us. And they called us Angels.
"Least you find a Seraph not singing songs of her homes, She will be wielding blade of man's end, A war, fought by those who had not created it, Only to find the inevitable, of which the Seraph's had found long before." "It was then that they said, 'Bring me home, or bring me death.' and the demons of hell responded with, 'Neither corrupt, nor an ounce of evil, that shall change little ones, you will find anarchy your new friend.' And the Seraphs said, 'Take us how you will, we WILL not break.'"
So much Elric in this pic...wielding Stormbringer and Mournblade (yes, I know they should be black swords) under the watchful eyes of the Chaos Lords...
Matter to be to once we were, History and tales but constant blur. Before we sail to that distant shore, And cement the world as legends of lore. Truth disdains to the very last, As victors claim to write and cast. To we, but few, that know the tale, Of blood and tears and ashes vale.
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