Fallen (Battleship & H a r r i e t)

[Battleship44]

The world, magnificent and beautiful, filled with water, humans, and animals alike. The kingdom of man Is one of the most beautiful realms known. Fuck that world. We have nothing to do with the idiotic humans, this Is the kingdom of Angels, the skies of God, the world of the Sacred. Torelius is one of the leading angels In God's army, commanding over one thousand lower rank angels In the war against the realm of Hell, and the satanic Land. No one ever dared to meet him eye to eye, no one ever dared to lift a finger to oppose his actions. The angel was truly loved by God, the only being that had any sort of rule and absolute command on him. He was favored so much, that his body and skin was marked by beautiful golden carvings, etched into his body as a sign of supremacy and power. His Lieutenant, the Angel Farren was the only one he Listened to aside from god himself. she was his support, his backup, his voice when he could not speak. For thousands of years they’ve slowly rose up the Angelic Army's ranks, fighting their way through demons and devils alike until they reached where they are right now. It was all perfect, nothing was flawed In this textbook pair...or so It was thought anyway.

It was only moments away from the departure of the Heaven’s western army, commanded by Torelius, into the satanic land of Morda. The land was known to be home to the most vicious of Hell’s creatures, a headquarters to the Satanic army, the base that fuels the rest of Satan’s power. God had entrusted the much needed victory in Torelius’ hands, knowing the Angel had never failed before, never had he disappointed him, he seemed to be a man perfectly fit for the job. Not only that, but he was one of them most beautiful Angels god had ever created, perfect in both shape and body. His hair was pure, snow white. It was long, flowing down almost all the way to his abdomen. His body was toned, without a single flaw or scratch, only he beautiful markings to look at. His eyes were sky blue, vibrant to whoever looked at them, filled with fierceness and determination. Yet the Angel’s body was slowly getting covered, shielded with golden armor as the Torelius began suiting himself for the upcoming battle. Armor after armor, he finally got finished, and leaned down to take hold of a long, golden spear with a sharp edge that took the shape of a Phoenix. Suddenly he stepper outside, away from the sacred armory and onto a balcony, looking over at the vast clouds and past them till his eyes met with a certain building, one not too far from his own.

A flash of white beamed into the sky as his folded wings sprung wide to his sides from openings in his armor, gracefully the pushed the wind beneath them, and in an instant the Angel was in the air, making his way through cloud after cloud like a whisper in the breeze. It didn’t take him long to reach his destination, a pillared armory slightly smaller than the one he was just in. He dropped at the very edge of the balcony, slowly walking his way into the building until his eyes finally caught glimpse of the person he had been looking for. He silently stepped closer as Farren’s image began appearing closer and closer, she was always gorgeous…always elegent in everything she did. Silently he crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall for a few moments, just watching her get ready for the battle herself, placing her armor on slowly to cover her exposed body.


“Well you don’t seem like you have an ounce of fear in you, as always.”


His voice was as commanding as It ever was, but with her…it was always softer. He always had a soft spot for Farren, easily noticeable by anyone in their right mind, some called her his only weakness. His words caught her attention finally, his head tilted abit as a smile took over his expression.

 

[H a r r i e t]

For as long as Farren could remember, her duty was to serve those who she was assigned to. At first, she was a Guardian, someone who had to earn her path in becoming a Warrior. Her job was supple; protect the minor leagues of Heaven with a handful of other Angels. It was an easy task, considering the only demons that ever tried to attack were Kamikaze attacks set to fail from the gecko. A way for Hell's minions to try and prove any worth to the Black Sheep of all Angels, Lucifer. Every pathetic attack had been a test to see how strong the Angels entrusted with the gates were. Because of Farren's ethic, and her strong-willed power, she had been given charge of the unit protecting Heaven's gates. Of course, with her taking charge, things were kept strictly in hold, and a demonic presence didn't get anywhere close to reaching the gate. Her efforts didn't go without a reward, and before she knew it, Farren was assigned into God's very own army.

Over the decades, she only grew in strength and mental capacity. However, unlike other Angels, Farren also had a mind of her own. She listened to God's every command, followed by her leading Commander, Torelius. Apart from those two, Farren chose to listen or ignore at her own will. Most Angels viewed her as a sour being, one with high expectations. Most chose to try and stay out of her way, thinking that at any moment, if she wasn't happy with their posture or the way they smiled, she'd snap and put them under. Farren knew that everyone's opinion varied on their unit, and who they were to God. She knew that some were scared by her, cowering whenever her gaze swooped even close to them. She knew that some were jealous, thinking she was sucking up for the sake of making a name for herself, instead of repaying God for the life he gave her. Farren knew all these things, she could read them on their faces whenever she entered a room, but did any of these opinions bother her? No, of course not. Despite what anyone thought, she didn't value her life over any of her fellow comrades, or think of anyone as beneath her on a scale. She didn't care what people thought, and she didn't react to any of their snarly remarks, or their jealous comments in which they didn't think she could hear. The fact that she gave them no reaction most likely made them believe their hunches all the more, but Farren wasn't one to bother with useless arguments.

There weren't many female Angels that had ranked nearly as high as Farren did. She excelled in quite a bit of traits that most of the women didn't bother with, either. She was a warrior at heart, and even though she was an Angel, she was almost as ruthless as they came. God had questioned in making her a woman quite a few times, considering her heart and mindset were both of a superior male, but no matter how many times he offered, Farren chose to remain the way he had originally created her. Her hair was as fine as silk, the fiery strands reaching to the middle of her back. Darkly rimmed red eyes were usually set in a narrowed glance, rarely ever widening in surprise or terror. Farren's skin was almost as pale as a porcelain doll, and even though it looked just as fragile, it wasn't hard to tell that she was anything but. High cheek bones and a slender face was what she had been given, full red lips usually wearing a lopsided smirk positioned under a small pointed nose. If it weren't for her breasts, and the small height difference between her and male Angels, it would be a task to pick her out of a crowd of male Angels.

With the orders of battle still fresh in her mind, Farren watched over members of God's army as they readied themselves. She stood against a wall, her eyes narrowed in an observing manner, still in her red gown. Ignoring a few scowls from the Angels who thought that she should be getting ready herself, Farren cleared her throat. Pushing off the wall, she toed towards one of her comrades and gestured to the back plate of his shoulders. "You're leaving yourself over if you don't properly lace up your equipment." Unlacing the strings and starting them over, Farren pulled them harshly against his body so his skin would get used to the feeling, so he'd know how to lace them by touch, instead of thought. "The last thing Torelius needs is someone falling in battle because they couldn't put their armor on properly." Leaving the opposite one for him to tie himself, Farren let out a tiresome sigh and slipped into her person quarters. It was the only thing she had left to do, and it would be a lot better than nit-picking at how inexperienced some of these warriors were.

Pulling the cream-coloured sash loose from her waist, Farren kept walking, her dress' material sliding from her body. It landed silently, and in a matter of seconds, she had forgot that it had even been wrapped around her body. Extending her hands, she opened a door, eyes gazing over her armor. Slowly, she started to grip things off their station and fasten them over her body. The first piece of armor was a chastity belt, the black armor strong and fastened with red enchanting gems. Steadying it in place, she soon pulled on a matching breast plate, the black armor hugging against her breasts comfortably. Farren had been doing up her shoulder plates when she heard a familiar voice. Slowly, her eyes traveled to his figure, before fixing on her hands as they tied up the buckles and made sure that the armor was fastened securely.

"You'd be foolish to expect anything else, Torelius."

Lastly, she pulled on her boots and gloves. Flexing her wings for a moment, she padded towards a mirror. Lifting two thin needles, she put some of her up, leaving strands for bangs to frame her face, but not enough to distract her from battle. When she was finished, she turned to look back at Torelius, hands gripping the ledge of the vanity table, head tilting with curiosity.

"You seem a little more confident than usual. Is there any particular reason for that?"

 

[Battleship44]

Troy could only tilt his head as he watched walk to her mirror, and lift the two needles to place into her hair softly. Everything about her seemed so perfect, she never left one thing unfinished or did anything…half assed. Her bangs fell to the side of her eyes, and over them just lightly when she spoke to him about his confidence, making him smile just a little bit more at her. Troy was …sort of the exact opposite of her not when it came to battle but the way they live. Everywhere he went, he was respected, looked up to, praised for his favors towards the heavenly army. It was said he was formed to be a representative of God’s grace and image, his battle skills were mirrored to God’s wrath, not one Angel was absent of his name, notorious for his skills. And yet Farren was the only person who knew him for who he really was, outside battle on his own, he was about as messy as the soldier she just laced the armor for.


He found that she could complete the thing he found himself unable to do, simple things that just happen to strike significance with him. All the talk about him being perfect, all the talk about him being one the best Angel’s God had ever made got to him a lot, made him have some sort of arrogance, and fear all at the same time. He rested his spear on the wall he was leaning against lightly, before taking himself from it and making his way to Farren. The golden armor somewhat complimented her own black set, only adding to how close the pair were, both during and outside of battle. He brushed his own snow white hair from his face, before reaching her and not stopping, he walked until he circled her and stood at her back, then began lacing the back of her chest piece a little better, perfectly fitting it on her figure. It was considered an honor…no, a privilege to be even spoken to by Torelius, and yet she was the only one who he made careful to always check on, to always make sure she was armored properly, un wounded and un harmed. He made his way up to her neck, lacing the armor gently, yet a little better knowing it was hard to lace your own backside.



“Why should I be worried? This is no different than any other time we get to…exterminate these beings, besides, I have never failed before. Not once in my millennia have I disappointed our God, you of all people should know this…I’m not about to fail on the biggest battle yet that I am leading.” He finished lacing up her armor, his own wings flexing for a moment before he turned her to face him, a brush one of her bangs from her face and placing a hand on her cheek “You needn’t be so worried nor should you stress over the matter, we’re going to be fine. If I fall, your there to take my place anyway.” He separated the small moment of connection after his words were finished, only to walk up to the edge of her balcony, the one that gazed down over the Angelic army, where all the lower rank angels were getting suited. The moment his image reached the mass amount of angels a roar of cheers echoed throughout heaven, from people screaming in his direction with cries of battle, to people calling out his name in shouts of respect and pride. Troy spread his wings as far as they would go, and raised his fist into the air to silence them all after the outburst.


“My brothers! In exactly one hour the enemy is due to be crushed by your fierce charge, destroyed by your spears and shields. The honor of god’s army, the honor of Eden, our capital, must not be stained. Soldiers! Heroes! Your lives have been dedicated to this very moment. Our lives have been sacrificed for the honor of our Heaven and our father. Therefore, you no longer need worry about your lives: they no longer exist. So, forward to glory! For your God and your kingdom! Long live our Kingdom! Long live our Haven!" The very sound of his voice shook the clouds, made the Angels skin tremble with excitement and will. The second his words were over, the army’s voices shouted even louder than before, chanting his name with passionate voices over and over. No one could command the army better than he could, no one was able to plant courage and rage inside their hearts at the most dire of moments except for him, it was truly a God given gift. He finally turned and faced Farren once again, motioning for her to join him on the balcony instead of staying inside on her own, just listening.



“You’ve still got much to learn, my dear Farren…one day they’ll respect you as they respect me. One day you’ll take over my position once I have fallen…it is my duty to get you ready for such moment. This might seem…insignificant to you, or that it’s just a show to fuel my pride…but you’d be surprised at how mere words of encouragement can stir the hearts of your people, your brothers in battle.” He rubbed the back of his head ever so gently, before waving his free arm to make his Spear fly to him on his own, holding it in one hand as the other spread for Farren to lean on. All his words towards her were filled with nothing but respect, a smile never left the man’s lips when he talked to her. She would notice that she was the one he was most affectionate with, constantly paying her more attention than he did any others. She was special to him, and he made sure she knew it.