Chapter 1: The God on Earth
The sun hung low over the city of Zion, casting long shadows across the ancient stone streets. The air was thick with anticipation. The Fallen were coming.
Every corner of the city buzzed with excitement. Merchants decorated their stalls with bright fabrics, children ran through the crowded streets with makeshift wings tied to their backs, and banners bearing the golden sigil of heaven fluttered in the breeze. It was a day of celebration the day when gods walked the earth, and humanity stood in awe.
From his spot atop the stone wall surrounding Zion, Kyron Shinko gazed out at the gathering crowd, his heart pounding in his chest. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The Fallen were his idols the six angels sent by heaven to stop wars, to save humanity from itself. They were the heroes he had spent his life admiring, the ones he dreamed of joining one day.
"Do you think they'll notice us?" a voice said from behind.
Kyron turned to see Astar, one of his two closest friends, leaning against the wall with a half-smirk. His dark hair, streaked with silver, caught the evening light.
"They'll notice me" Kyron said with a grin, though there was a hint of doubt in his voice. "One day, I'll be one of them."
Astar chuckled. "You've got ambition, I'll give you that. But the Fallen aren't just warriors, Kyron. They're something else. Something… bigger."
Kyron's gaze hardened. "I know. But I'm ready. I've been training my whole life for this."
Below them, the crowd parted as the sound of trumpets blared through the streets. The procession was starting. The Fallen had arrived.
Kyron's heart skipped a beat. He had only seen them from afar before, during their brief appearances after stopping wars in nearby cities. But today was different. Today, they were here walking among them, gods in human form.
"They're here" whispered Augustina, his other best friend, her eyes wide with awe. Her hand tightened around the railing, Unlike Kyron, Augustina was always more cautious, her excitement tempered by an underlying fear of the gods they admired.
The crowd cheered as the first of the Fallen stepped into view, clad in gleaming silver armor that caught the fading sunlight. Their leader, Lucifer, strode at the front, his dark hair flowing behind him like a shadow. His eyes, glowing faintly with celestial power, surveyed the crowd with a detached calm. Beside him, the other five angels followed, their wings folded elegantly behind their backs, their presence overwhelming.
Kyron felt a shiver run down his spine. This was it. The moment he had dreamed of. He had spent nights imagining what it would be like to stand beside them, to fight alongside the gods who protected humanity from the chaos of the world.
His heart swelled with hope as Lucifer passed by, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. For the briefest moment, Kyron could've sworn their eyes met.
"Did you see that?" Kyron whispered, breathless. "He looked at me."
Astar raised an eyebrow. "Sure, if you say so."
Kyron didn't care. He was certain of it. This was a sign a glimpse of his future. He would stand among them one day. He had to.
The procession moved forward, the angels walking with an otherworldly grace. The city of Zion, for a brief moment, felt untouchable. Safe. This was the protection the Fallen provided the reason they were celebrated as saviors.
As the last of the Fallen disappeared down the street, Kyron turned to his friends, excitement lighting up his face.
"I'm telling you," he said. "One day, I'll join them. I'll stand by their side and protect this world like they do."
Augustina smiled softly, but her eyes carried a shadow of doubt. "I hope you're right, Kyron. But there's more to heaven than we know."
Kyron waved off her concerns. "Heaven is perfect, Augustina. The gods are perfect. They stop wars and protect us from the evil in the world. That's all that matters."
Augustina glanced down at the procession disappearing into the heart of the city, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe…"
The streets of Zion were alive with celebration. Every corner of the city was booming with joy and excitement, a rare moment when the people felt truly united. The air was fragrant with the smells of roasted meats, sweet bread, and exotic spices brought in from distant lands. Vendors called out to passersby, selling everything from candied fruit to skewers of lamb dripping with honey glaze. Children darted between the stalls, their laughter ringing out as they chased each other, pretending to be angels with paper wings tied to their backs.
Kyron, Augustina, and Astar ran through the big crowd, stopping at various food stands. Augustina handed Kyron a warm piece of flatbread filled with savory cheese and herbs, while Astar bit into a large spiced meat pie.
"Try this," Kyron said, passing a skewer of grilled fish seasoned with citrus and salt to Augustina. She took a bite and nodded in approval, though her attention was more focused on the festivities unfolding around them.
There were games, simple contests of strength and skill that mirrored the heroic feats of the Fallen. Children and adults alike competed in mock battles, using wooden swords and makeshift armor. One of the largest attractions was a stone pulling contest, where young men strained their muscles to drag enormous boulders across the square, their efforts met with cheers and laughter.
Kyron couldn't resist joining in. "I've got this," he said with a grin, stepping up to the boulder. He planted his feet and wrapped his hands around the rough surface, pulling with all his might. His muscles strained, but the boulder barely budged. Astar and Augustina cheered him on, laughing at his struggle.
"Come on, future member of the Fallen!" Astar teased, clapping him on the back.
After several failed attempts, Kyron finally managed to move the stone a few feet, drawing applause from the surrounding crowd. Breathless and grinning, he wiped the sweat from his brow and accepted a tankard of cold cider from a nearby vendor.
They spent the next hour wandering from stall to stall, sampling sweets and savory dishes. Augustina had a soft spot for honey cakes, while Astar couldn't get enough of the spiced wine being served in abundance. Kyron, his mind still on the Fallen, ate absently, his eyes constantly drifting to the grand procession making its way through the streets.
"This is amazing," Augustina said, her eyes sparkling as they passed a group of musicians playing lively tunes on lyres and flutes. People danced in the streets, their movements graceful and free. "It feels like… a perfect day"
Kyron smiled at her optimism, though he couldn't shake the feeling of something looming just out of sight. But for now, surrounded by his friends and the joy of the festival, he allowed himself to believe it, too.
(POV of The Fallen)
Far from the festivities, in a darkened room within the governor's palace, the Fallen gathered. Their wings folded behind them, their expressions hard and unreadable. The city's celebration was a distant hum, barely reaching them through the stone walls.
Lucifer stood at the head of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed in thought. His lieutenants Sariel, Azazel, Belial, Samael, and Gadreel s at around a long table, their faces cast in shadow by the flickering candlelight.
"I hate this," Sariel muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "Parading around like heroes when we know the truth."
Lucifer's gaze shifted to him, his face impassive. "We do what we must."
"And what is that, exactly?" Azazel interjected, leaning back in his chair. "We cause wars. We destroy cities. Then we 'save' them. It's a cycle, and for what? A promise we don't even know is real."
"We were promised," Lucifer said quietly, his voice carrying a weight of conviction. "This is our redemption. Heaven will welcome us back once our sins are washed away."
There was a long pause as the others exchanged uncertain glances. Belial, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his brow furrowed.
"But how long?" he asked. "How many more wars do we have to start? How many more cities do we need to destroy before our sins are forgiven? It feels like it's never enough."
Lucifer's jaw tightened. He shared their doubts, but he could never show weakness. He had to believe—if not for himself, then for the others. "We are tools, yes. Heaven uses us to maintain control. But we do this because we have no choice. We are Fallen. And this is our only chance to return."
Samael's wings rustled behind him as he shifted uncomfortably. "It's been centuries, Lucifer. Do you truly believe heaven still intends to let us back in?"
Lucifer's eyes flashed with anger. "It's not a question of belief. It's a matter of necessity. We were cast out for our defiance, but we were given this one opportunity. We cannot afford to question it."
Azazel let out a bitter laugh. "We're puppets for the council Lucifer. You know that as well as I do. Heaven is never letting us back. They just use us to keep humanity in line."
Sariel slammed his fist on the table, his wings flaring slightly. "Enough! Lucifer is right. This is the only path we have left. Whether we like it or not, we serve heaven. And if that means destroying cities and being hated by the very people we save, then so be it."
Lucifer's gaze swept the room, his voice cold and resolute. "This is not about what we want. This is about what we must do. Heaven may see us as tools, but they need us. We are the ones who keep the world from descending into chaos. As long as we do that, there is hope."
But as the words left his mouth, even Lucifer felt the hollow ring of them. He knew, deep down, that they were little more than pawns in a game far beyond their understanding. But what choice did they have?
"Just remember why we are here, We must only kill who they want no mistakes" Lucifer states to the group
"I wonder," Gadreel said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "if we'll ever be free."
Lucifer didn't answer. He couldn't. Because in his heart, he wasn't sure if freedom was ever truly within their reach.
"It's Time" Lucifer said with a look of emptiness as he Flys to a small quiet section of Zion and uses a summing circle to Spawn in hundreds of demons and monsters from Hell.
The other Fallen members watch as the Demons began to destroy Zion.
(Back to Kyron and the Celebration)
As the night deepened, the festival reached its peak. A grand bonfire was lit in the center of the square, towering over the crowd, its flames pointed at the sky. People danced and sang, their voices rising in praise to the gods. Kyron, Augustina, and Astar watched from a distance, the warmth of the fire washing over them.
"They're amazing," Kyron murmured, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames. "The Fallen. I know they're gods, but seeing them in person… it feels like they're more."
"They're not perfect," Augustina said quietly, her face half-hidden by the firelight. "No one is."
Kyron shook his head, a stubborn grin tugging at his lips. "Maybe. But they protect us. That's all that matters."
That night, Zion came alive with celebration. The streets were filled with music, laughter, and dancing as the city honored the gods who had saved them. Bonfires blazed in the town square, casting flickering light on the faces of the revelers.
Kyron, Astar, and Augustina wandered through the streets still, caught up in the energy of the festival. But even in the midst of the joy, something felt off. Kyron could feel it, a strange tension in the air, a crack in the perfection he had always believed in.
"It feels different tonight," Augustina murmured, her eyes scanning the darkened alleyways as they walked. "Like something's… wrong."
Astar snorted. "You're just paranoid."
But Kyron couldn't shake the feeling either. The gods were here he should feel safe. Yet the city felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
As the night wore on, the crowd slowly began to disperse, families heading home after a day of celebration. Kyron's mind was buzzing with excitement, his dreams of one day joining the Fallen stronger than ever.
But somewhere, deep down, a nagging doubt lingered something he couldn't quite place, like a shadow creeping at the edge of his vision.
And then, without warning, the first explosion shattered the night.
The celebration had turned into a nightmare.
At first, the explosion seemed distant, as though it were happening in another city altogether. But when the second blast shook the ground beneath Kyron's feet, reality came crashing in.
Flames erupted from the marketplace, consuming the wooden stalls and the bright banners that had only moments before fluttered joyfully in the evening breeze. The sounds of laughter and music were replaced by shrieks of terror. People scattered in all directions, their faces contorted in panic, their feet stumbling over each other as they tried to flee.
Kyron stood frozen in place, his mind unable to grasp the sudden shift from celebration to destruction. His breath caught in his throat, heart hammering in his chest as the chaos unfolded around him. The world seemed to tilt, the sky itself churning as if even the heavens were collapsing.
"Kyron!" Augustina's voice snapped him out of his daze. She grabbed his arm, her wide eyes darting between the flames and the dark shadows of the Demons destroying her hometown. "We have to move! Now!"
His body felt sluggish, like he was wading through thick water. He stumbled forward, Astar close behind, as the three of them ran toward an alleyway to escape the carnage. But as they turned the corner, what Kyron saw stopped him cold.
A woman was crushed beneath the rubble of a collapsed building, her arms still reaching out for her child, who sobbed nearby, blood smeared across their face. The flames from the fires reflected in the child's tear filled eyes. There was no one to help them.
Further down the street, a man ran for his life, but his body was torn apart by multiple Demons as if it was a game to them. His screams echoed through the air, then cut short with a sickening crack as his body hit the ground.
Everywhere Kyron looked, people were dying all around him. These were the people he had grown up with. Neighbors, friends, families. And they were being slaughtered. Demons summoned by there saviors now killing everyone in sight.
"Where are the Fallen" Kyron thought
His breath quickened as panic seized him. His chest tightened painfully, as though a giant hand was squeezing the life out of him. His vision blurred, and the sounds around him the screams, the explosions, the crackling fire became a roar in his ears.
"No… no, no, no…" Kyron muttered, his voice trembling. His body began to shake uncontrollably. "This can't be happening."
Kyron's vision swam as he stumbled backward, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt as though the world was collapsing in on him, the weight of it crushing his lungs. His mind raced, grasping for something, anything, that made sense, but all he could see was fire and death.
Augustina. Astar.
His friends. They were still with him. That's all that mattered. They just had to get out. They had to survive this nightmare.
"Kyron, Please snap out of it!" Augustina's voice cut through the fog of his panic, grounding him for a moment. But before he could respond, a flash of shadows suddenly surrounded Augustina.
Augustina couldn't move as if time itself has frozen. Her face with no expression, Surrounded by hell itself she felt hopeless, "Is this all I was ever meant for...a pointless life equals a pointless death I guess"
Kyron's heart stopped.
Kyron wanted to scream, to run, to do anything, but his legs felt like they weighted 1000 tons. He couldn't move.
He looked up and prayed in his head to the gods and
In that very moment he saw Sariel, he felt relieved for a second. The Fallen has arrived to save us. Hes gonna save Augustina.
"Sariel please save my friend" Kyron screamed as he finally gain back confidence after seeing one of his heros.
Sariel looked towards Augustina as her back against a building while the demonic demons continued there little games putting as much fear in there prey before taking there life. Sariel then looked the other way and yelled..."hurry this up already you discussing creatures enough playing around"
The sign of relive was quickly gone as he witnessed Sariel turn his head the other way of his friend about to be slaughtered. His emotionless face was illuminated by the flames. The sight made Kyron's stomach hurt. This was the same angel he had admired, one of the gods he had dreamt of joining. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest: They weren't here to protect Zion.
They were here to destroy it.
The Demons listening to Sariel words lunge towards Augustina.
"HELP ME KYRON" Augustina screams out.
"No PLEASE HELP MY FRIEND" Kyron screamed as he yells for Sariel one last time.
Time seemed to slow as the claws from the Demons pierced through her chest like 100 blades. Augustina's body jerked violently, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Blood flew across her like a dark, crimson flower. For a brief moment, her eyes met Kyron's filled with confusion, hurt, and something else an apology.
She collapsed, her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud, blood pooling around her like a halo. Her chest rose and fell once, then twice… and then she was still.
Kyron's entire world shattered in that moment.
"Augustina!" His voice cracked, breaking under the weight of his grief. He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out, as if touching her would bring her back. But the warmth was already leaving her body. Her skin, once so full of life, was growing cold.
A sound ripped through Kyron's chest a raw, animalistic sob that he barely recognized as his own. Everything he knew, everything he loved, was gone. Augustina, Zion, the gods he had worshipped all destroyed before his eyes.
His breathing became shallow and rapid, his chest rising and falling too quickly. His vision tunneled, dark spots dancing at the edges of his sight. He couldn't breathe. The world was closing in around him, suffocating him.
"No… no…" He gasped, clutching his chest. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. The panic overwhelmed him, pulling him into a spiral of despair and helplessness. His mind screamed, but no words came out. He was drowning in his fear, in his grief.
I'm going to die.
The Demons began to jump towards Kyron Still thirsty for blood
Suddenly, something deep inside him stirred something ancient and powerful. The pain, the panic, the overwhelming sense of loss. They all seemed to coalesce into a single point, a burning sensation deep in his core.
And then… it exploded.
A blinding light erupted from Kyron's body, so bright it turned night into day. The force of it blasted out in all directions, ripping through the air like a shockwave. This got the attention of the other Fallen members, especially Lucifer who rushed to the scene as the other members got ready to "Save" the city they had destroyed.The flames around Kyron bent and twisted, as if drawn to him, feeding on the raw energy surging from within.
Kyron's mind was a blur of pain and power, the grief over Augustina's death mingling with an uncontrollable rage. His power lashed out, a physical manifestation of the storm inside him. He felt the heat, the light, the sheer force of it, but he couldn't control it.
In that moment, Sariel turned, sensing the shift in the air. The demons stopped in the tracks, feeling fear? But it was too late.
Kyron's power struck the angel like a hammer. The blinding light engulfed Sariel and the demons, the mighty Fallen member was thrown back, his body crumpling like paper beneath the weight of Kyron's unleashed fury. Sariel had only seen this kind of power from Lucifer.
When the light finally dimmed, Sariel's body laid motionless on the ground surrounded the monsters Lucifer spawned in, smoke rising from Sariels scorched wings. He and the demons in the area were all dead.
Kyron collapsed to his knees, his body trembling, the last remnants of his power flickering around him like dying embers. He could barely comprehend what had just happened, his mind still reeling from the shock of Augustina's death, from the destruction of everything he knew.
In the distance, the Fallen were descending, pretending to save the city they had destroyed. The people of Zion would believe they had been spared by the gods. But Kyron knew the truth.
And that truth was like a knife in his heart.
Only he and Astar knew what had really happened. Only they knew the depths of the gods' betrayal. And as Kyron looked down at Augustina's lifeless form, a cold determination settled over him.
He would never be one of them, and the Fallen must be stopped.
END of Chapter 1