War
No matter where you go, no matter when and no matter who, It doesn`t change much.
There will be corpses on the battlefield, there will be enemies to kill and people to protect.
The enemies may be far away , they may be in your face trying to cut your head off.
And that`s how it looks in the heaven for hundreds of years. Every day and night.
Soldiers, angels in armor, are born in their hatcheries, born from flames that shine in the sky. Immidietly they are taken to the training center, where for the duration of on war rotation, they are being broken, reshaped ad made into proper warriors. The first and only gift in their lifetime will be their weapon, and when they hold it for the first time, its a sign of being ready to kill.
Graduation day comes, and the fresh angels are sent to the frontlines, where they`ll meet the enemy of heaven. Soldiers will join squads, squads join platoons, which are in brigades , then divisions and corps, which make the army of heaven.
Fresh flames are scared, barely prepared for the battle field. But they follow orders.
And so ,they will fight.
If they are lucky, half of them will return to their "home" after one rotation, only to be back in the next one. But eventually, they will die.
Their corpses stripped of armor and swords, their flames taken to the hatchery where they begain their life.
And the cycle starts again.
4th Eternal corps, Infantry division, 6th brigade 7th Platonn 121st squad - "Rook". One of billions in the army, one of thousands with the same name. It was his second rotation, when he finally met his match - a creature of 6 legs and 6 tails, black and covered in black mist.
It was coming right at him, slowly. Moving through dark clouds that the battlefield was made of. And then it sped up. 4I67-121 Rook got into defensive position, sword gripped tightly , wide feet spread, and tip of the sword pointed at the enemy.
The beast charged at him and he stood still.
Only at the last moment, swift dash to the side while trying to slash the creature. But he failed, and the edge was stopped by the many teeth the creature had. Some were crushed by the blazing metal, but there were many other.
The sword was thrown away, black tails slammed the solider into the ground.
After a low growl, Rook was no more, as his head was spit out by the beast, mangled but visibly empty.
From the clouds behind emerged a figure, smaller and slower than Rook, but definetly an angel. He was calm, he was confident but most noticebly, he was unarmed.
"Sup ugly" he said in a flat voice "You broke the newbie".
The creature turned his head with its teeth widely visible, rawred loudly and this time, jumped straight into the angel, claws and teeth and tails pointed right into the helm of the angle.
And the angel just clenched hist fist, and swiftly beat the shit out of the beast.
"And I broke you. Now we`re even" the brawling soldier said " I mean you`re dead, but the rest gets it". And behind him many other shadowy creature , some humanoid, some without a set form, all started to come closer.
*Crack of knuckles*
And the angel got back to work.