His Pawn and the Sons of the Fallen

Two angels stood at the silver edge of a heavenly cloud staring down at the mortal world down below. Their faces were clouded with remorse. Their gazes focused on a group gangly teenagers, each in a separate part of the globe. They all differed in races and ages but somehow were connected to each other even with the distance between them.

"It's starting soon..." a husky male voice said. His voice vibrated like a thousand drums and echoed through the emptiness of the sky. He was the angel Michael. He was an angel of nature and temperance.

"Are you really minding this?" Another angel, angel Raphael questioned, his voice slightly deeper than the former's.

"There's nothing we can do about it. This is the way he wants it to be." Michael said again smoothing his heavily bearded chin. "The only thing we can do is have faith; in his word. It's his world and not ours."

"So what do we do now? Just sit and watch the last four descendants of Anak tear the world apart? Again?" Raphael hissed cupping his palms into a fist. His jaw clenched so hard his jaw bones could be easily sketched out.

"Four? who ever said they were four?" Michael furrowed his brows in confusion,

"The four elements of nature. Is that not their power? Water, air, fire, earth?"

"Look at the line Raphael, it connects to the four corners of the globe. You see it?" Raphael nods in response, "but have you wondered about the cross intersection where all the lines touch?"

"What is that?" Raphael asked pricking his gaze deeper to the middle of the squared formed connecting line. An X marked in the middle connecting the four teens across to each other. What he saw sent him such a shock he gasped. A bright ginger red haired girl. Her long hair was held in two pigtails and she was been bullied by another blonde girl. Her mind was dark and filled with anger but her heart was tender and controlled the anger she felt.

"The four elements do not come on their own. The come from the mother of nature. That, my fellow Saint is the center of it all. The are five descendants of Anak present on earth. Chaos is an understatement of whatever is about to befall on Eden."

Lightening stroke and thunder rumbled,

"He calls." Another angel appeared from behind them. He was leaner than the others and had light curly blonde hair. "I'll suggest you do not do anything to interfere in the matters of the fallen. The Lord is never wrong." He gazed through the silver lining and saw the connection grid line; his expression was clouded with disgust as he stepped back, as if the view burned his gold irises, "Along now, can't keep the Almighty waiting."

They all disappeared into the clouds.

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Down on earth, an evil angel in human form, dressed in an expensive black three piece suit. An evil grin spread across his face. He strolled towards the girl been bullied. She had been abandoned in the mud. He threw a glare at the cloud and his grin turned to a smirk.

"They never learn" he muttered in a sexy arrogant manly tone. He brought out a black piece of cloth from his chest pocket and brought it closer to the girl seated in the mud. She took it and started cleaning her face,

"Thank you" she whispered in between her sobs, not sparing the stranger a miserable glance.

"Those are some pretty impressive tattoos you've got on" he trailed, "how did you get them little sinner?" he continued. She arranged the helm of her sleeve to get full coverage of her tattooed covered skin.

"I am Luce by the way" he trailed again; but seeing no attention was being offered to him from her, he continued, "as in Lucifer?" She snapped her head to his direction.

Now that I have your attention...

He smirked to victoriously.

"What is your name little sinner?"

"Sonny," the girl replied staring fully into his sapphire gold eyes. He flashed her a malicious smile, exposing pin sharp teeth complimented by a pair of dark red eyes. She shrieked and fell back...

"What the..."

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