Disclaimer : Harry Potter and the Grahpic Novel ' Angel Sanctuary' are not mine. I am borrowing them. Therefore, I am getting nothing from this. The plot is mine, though, don't steal it! Also, I'm only writing this disclaimer once! AND ONLY ONCE! And review please, or I won't add anything new since no body thiinks this is good. .
Chapter 1
Paradise Lost..
Seas dyed the color of zinc..
Wind turned into gunpowder smoke..
Forests turned to yellow desert...
Thou, who would burn the heavens...
Who once shone brightest in Heaven...
Those who will repeat it again..
Hear the cries of the winged species, that soar in the Heavens...
Blood. It was everywhere. On the floor, the walls. In the arches. On the high ceiling. The drapes were torn and bloody.
Behold the Messengers of The Creator... They who shall pronounce sentence on the Day of Judgement....
Bodies were everywhere. Bodies soaked and blood and white feathers ruined. Some of the wings were even torn from it's owner.
" This is .. impossible!"
They are neither God nor Mortal...
A man stood, his wings still attatched as he leaned heavily on a bloody stained wall. He had light silver hair and narrow, eletric blue eyes. He opened his mouth and spoke allowed, as he tried to walked down the hall of bodies.
" For countless Millennia, despicable Demons and Mutinous Angels have been imprisoned here.... In the Fifth Heaven, guarded by powerful Elite."
" Yet somehow they defeated me ... I who was granted the title of Principalities..
... For they are called " Angels ".....
The angel tripped into the ending wall next to a door with a code box next to it. He put in the code, still talking to keep himself awake, " Where are they? Damn them!! They can't think I'd let them have it.... "
" Such a terrible mistake..! There were only supposed to be two evils..!"
Once he was about to take a step, a knife went through his shoulder, into his heart. Blood poured from his mouth as he fell. The shadowed one behind him didn't noticed the angel that flew faster then sound, out of the room, clutching a cd box.
The figure ran away and to a window that was shattered and jumped out, even as his wings faultered in flight and fell into the clouds, clutching the case in his hands.
The figure had long, waist length, raven colored hair that whiped about. His form was small and young in apperence. His face was shadowed as lightning struck him as he fell into rain and storm.
His wounds bleeding drops to mingle in the rain as he fell. His usleless wings sunk into his back. All of his clothes were black. Black boots, pants, shirt, vest and cloak.
The boy was falling face first into the green ground full of trees. He didn't scream or speak. He merely fell, holding on to the white case in his pale hands.
Chapter 1
Paradise Lost..
Seas dyed the color of zinc..
Wind turned into gunpowder smoke..
Forests turned to yellow desert...
Thou, who would burn the heavens...
Who once shone brightest in Heaven...
Those who will repeat it again..
Hear the cries of the winged species, that soar in the Heavens...
Blood. It was everywhere. On the floor, the walls. In the arches. On the high ceiling. The drapes were torn and bloody.
Behold the Messengers of The Creator... They who shall pronounce sentence on the Day of Judgement....
Bodies were everywhere. Bodies soaked and blood and white feathers ruined. Some of the wings were even torn from it's owner.
" This is .. impossible!"
They are neither God nor Mortal...
A man stood, his wings still attatched as he leaned heavily on a bloody stained wall. He had light silver hair and narrow, eletric blue eyes. He opened his mouth and spoke allowed, as he tried to walked down the hall of bodies.
" For countless Millennia, despicable Demons and Mutinous Angels have been imprisoned here.... In the Fifth Heaven, guarded by powerful Elite."
" Yet somehow they defeated me ... I who was granted the title of Principalities..
... For they are called " Angels ".....
The angel tripped into the ending wall next to a door with a code box next to it. He put in the code, still talking to keep himself awake, " Where are they? Damn them!! They can't think I'd let them have it.... "
" Such a terrible mistake..! There were only supposed to be two evils..!"
Once he was about to take a step, a knife went through his shoulder, into his heart. Blood poured from his mouth as he fell. The shadowed one behind him didn't noticed the angel that flew faster then sound, out of the room, clutching a cd box.
The figure ran away and to a window that was shattered and jumped out, even as his wings faultered in flight and fell into the clouds, clutching the case in his hands.
The figure had long, waist length, raven colored hair that whiped about. His form was small and young in apperence. His face was shadowed as lightning struck him as he fell into rain and storm.
His wounds bleeding drops to mingle in the rain as he fell. His usleless wings sunk into his back. All of his clothes were black. Black boots, pants, shirt, vest and cloak.
The boy was falling face first into the green ground full of trees. He didn't scream or speak. He merely fell, holding on to the white case in his pale hands.