Angels sent from hell.

**PBlade** · 04/06/2008 17:00:44

Part 1 - Armageddon.

Sandra Blake peered through the blinds of her small apartment with interest at the events unfolding on the street below. The police had arrived about ten minutes ago and had removed access to the street, concerned about an anonymous tip-off referring to a bomb.

"But it looks just like a Jack in the box..."

There was definitely something in the road, but Sandra wasn't so sure that it was a bomb. To her, it looked as if a child had left a toy, albeit an ancient and intricately decorated one, in the middle of the street, and the police were having a feild day with it. She was startled out of her trance by the shrill tone of her phone, and so she pried herself away from her seat in the Gods and padded across the room towards it, just as a sleek black car pulled up outside next to the Police.

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Cheif Inspector Halsall swore silently under his breath as the three men, dressed mundanely as ever in their suits, shades - Both pitch black - and earpieces, approached. As they drew alongside the Cheif Inspector the man in the centre, who seemed a little taller than the others, spoke:

"Is the area secure, Cheif Inspector?" His voice was cold, calculatingand mechanical, the Cheif Inspector snorted and decided to humour him.

"The street is secure, but the houses to either side are still occupied, I didn't see the reason to evacuate 'em, it's just a kids toy for Christ's sake!"

As the last word escaped his mouth, the man on the far left spoke:

"The orders were for the protection of you and everyone else around you, Inspector, any consequences now are your liability, you were warned"

Halsall opened his mouth to rebuke, but his attention was drawn away by a clicking sound, emanating from the box they had to securely cordened off. It began clicking faster after a few seconds, and parts of the box began to move; the top half of the box sliding apart into quarters, a dull purple light glowing faintly from the centre. The clicking grew more intense, yet further apart; blasting out in short volleys of clicks before dying down, leaving only a loud yet dull throbbing hum.

The Cheif Inspector looked on in awe, and looked up to the Bureu men;

"So, what - Is this some sort of pyrotechnics show?" But the Agents weren't listening; the one in the Center looked sharply from one to the other:

"Summon a containment team Immediately, the relic has been activated"

Upon concluding the order, the 3 men looked simultaneously at the sky, and put a hand to their earpieces in unison. The Cheif Inspector, and his presinct of officers, looked on at the "relic" in suspended disbeleif:

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"You don't know me, but I've been watching you for some time" Sandra's eyes widened as the voice at the end of the line revealed himself; The voice was dark, deep and eerie, yet there was something comforting about the sinister eloquence it held:

"H-h-how do you know me?"

"That is irrelevant" The voice continued, "All that you need to know, is that your time to die is not today, but your time to live is not far away"

"What?" a slight sense of panic began to take control of Sandra "How do you mean, "live"? I've been living for 24 years haven't I?"

"If you want to call this living, then yes, I suppose you have. But there's always been something more that you've yearned for, hasn't there? Something elusive and inexplainable - You've always wanted it, but never know what it was or how to get it..." There was a pause, Sandra stood, dumbfounded for a moment, before the voice continued, "...but I can show you it."

A previously absent sense of confidence sprung from deep within Sandra at the mention of her desire, and she leaned in close to the phone, oblivious to the growing purple haze gathering outside her window...

"What do I need to do?" She breathed.

"Take your most necessary belongings" He paused again, "Most importantly, your cell phone, and get out of your house and the building" He paused again, and Sandra furrowed her brow in confusion,

"Do it now"

There was a click, and the line went dead.

Sandra, despite her genuine oblivity to the situation, didn't have to be asked twice; Grabbing her cell phone from the table along with the keys to her apartment, she hurried out of the door, slamming it behind her, and hurried down the stairs to the exit.

She was meters from the foyere when the box opened.

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The purple light pillared up from within the box to strike at the sky and a purple void began to crawl from below the box to encompass the road it lay on, expanding with an accelerating vigour. As it moved along, small green symbols, much akin to computer code, began to rise from the void in small amounts, floating a short distance before shatterring into a small shower of green shards that fell about the vortex.

The police officers looked on in horror as it grew - The Agents stood in defiance to the obstrusion, their moods undefinable behind their opaque sunglasses.

As quickly as the expanse had grew, it stopped and, for a moment, everything was quiet. The police looked up over the trunks of their cruisers to survey damage; there was none. The Agents looked at each other, their brows furrowed slightly in the slightest flurry of confusion:

"Where is the containment team?"

"They are en route"

"Double their efforts. Immediately"

No sooner had they finished conversing, the box detonated. A shockwave blasted out from the void to the security perimeter around, disintigrating police cruisers and officers alike. The Agents staggerred backwards, their shades blasted from their faces, otherwise unharmed.

"Find the Seraphim and delete them!" The centre one growled. A second shockwave blasted out upon his words, and the Agents were blown into oblivion.

As the dust settled from the second blast, figures began forming in the void, forming from the same symbols that floated around previously. They formed up into white shoes, crisp white slacks and suit jacket, pink undershirt and white tie to conclude. When the creation was complete, the enigmas tugged on their clenched fists in unison, and the crunching of knuckles rang out into the street, a sound overshadowed only by the incessant hum of the box.

The Ark of Armageddon had been opened.

TBC...

Mobu

That was actually a really good read, Pblade.

The descriptiveness was evoking a visual image in my mind of what was going on. Can't wait for the next part of it.

**MxO-PhanthomZtryker**

Ecadus wrote:
That was actually a really good read, Pblade.

The descriptiveness was evoking a visual image in my mind of what was going on. Can't wait for the next part of it.

What he said.

Most enjoyable indeed. SMILEY

Good job.

**Illyria22**

Very cool!

Illyria

**PBlade** · 04/06/2008 17:13:02

Part 2 - Redemption

The awning collapsed as the shockawave blasted the support beam to peices. It cascaded down and snapped in half. Rubble from the foyeye ceiling poured down behind the felled awning, blocking what was left of the exit.

Sandra was lifted from her feet when the box detonated, flailing helplessly for 10 feet before colliding with a distant wall. Her vision blurred and duplicated as she lay limp on the floor. A pair of strong hands clasped her, but by that time she was too stunned. She blacked out.

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The shadow on the ground began as a pin pr*ck, slowly gaining volume as Its owner approached from above. Finally it took a vaguely human form a second before the operative slammed into the asphalt, leaning into the cracks he created to avoid recoil. Behind him, several more shadows took form and more operatives thudded to earth. 6 in total; the Agent's containment team had arrived.

Oranos, at the lead, stared across the wreckage that the Arc's opening had created, his gaze finally meeting that of the opposing Seraphim; something about him standing him out from the others, despite their identical apeparance. His eyes seemed determined and purpose filled, where the others were dull and drone like. Oranos turned his head slightly to look at his comrades from the corner of his eye:

"You have the data, Bayamos?"

His comrade, dressed in a gray suit and black gauntlets, tapped at a PDA for a few moments more before looking up at Oranos, sliding the device into his back pocket effortlessly:

"This is just the beginning" He replied, unwavering against the other's concerned starts, "We have reason to beleive there are at least 2 more waves, each more powerful than the last"

Oranos nodded slowly, "Affirmative, do you think there are enough of us?"

"Negative" came Bayamo's immediate reply. His comrade to the right, LexBen, snorted:

"So what?" he quipped, "This is our system and we will defend it" He looked to his leader, fire alight in his eyes. Their gaze met, and Oranos' brow furrowed in determination. Turning back to face the awaiting Seraphim, he slowly withdrew a pistol from his belt holster:

"Exiles, you are an unnecessary invasion to the system, you have been scheduled for immediate deletion"

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The world swirled inbetween black, round and round, slowly forming an incomplete picture of the room; Two tables, four chairs, two lights and two fireplaces. The vision swirled again and reformed to create a perfected picture of the room; One table, two chairs, one light and one fireplace.
One face then obscured Sandra's vision of the room, and she almost beleived she was dreaming again. His face was dark skinned underneath two strips of green tatoo that flowed down from his forehead, across his eyes to join at his mouth, where it continued down his chin as one. A large black tatoo flowed horizontally across the center of his face. He was of oriental origin, with sandy yellow hair. His eyes were a peircing red, which bore through Sandra, as if they were looking into her very soul.

"Whu...Wha?" Her voice was hoarse and croaky, her senses having returned to her before her voice, "Where am.... Where am I?" She rasped, barely audible.

The unknown man, however, had heard every syllable. He had since moved away, facing away from her near the large, ornate and well lit fireplace in front of the two strong, majestic, red leather bound armchairs, suffocating a small and relatively insignificant wooden table, a glass of water set upon it.

Sandra watched the man, stationary in his stare. He turned to look at her, but still said nothing. He was dressed in very smart black shoes and slacks, with a casual dress shirt showing the top of his chest. Over it all he wore a very expensive looking and stylish black duster coat. The flames of the fire cast shadows across his face, light flickering on and off his inscrutible stare.

She finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Did you... did you save me?"

He simply smiled and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small silver case:

"Not yet"

TBC...

**MxO-PhanthomZtryker**

/clap

Excellent read. SMILEY

**Bayamos**

Nicely done.

I love the description, and the PB spin on the plotline is fresh compared to what's been done before in many RP stories I've read.

One small suggestion: you might consider asking whoever works for MCT as a proofreader to give your chapters a glanceover before you hit submit. You have amazing content in this thing - with a teensy bit of polishing, the story so far would be perfect in my eyes.

**Fa11enHero**

Awesome stuff.

**PBlade**

Thanks guys. I don't want to trouble Anamodiel or Orexis, but I might
see if it's cool with them to read over it before the next one.

And I realised that the chat filter blocks out pr*ck, so you'll have to imagine that one ¬_¬

But thanks for the nice words guys and gals, you rock. The third part will be ready soon.