Angels and Demons Prologue

Prologue

Sometime in the near future, where war finally came to a halt, a brief moment of peace reigned between countries. People would go on with their everyday lives since much excitement in the world had died with the last war. Violence was far and in between thanks to the new laws, government structures rebuilt by the last president. The cities grew advance technology of economic and environmentally friendly machines. Famine is close to extinct along with third world countries. It got to the point where nuclear projects and major weapons were shut down. These were still issues overlooked by importance but life seemed fair.

It seemed our age saw harmony on the horizon. Sadly, this story isn't about how the Earth turned pussy. It began in the United States. Up in the concrete jungle packed with people and their businesses, New York. Life was much easier now. People wore smiles and had a show of courtesy and manners. The streets were still noisy but friendlier. Out of the whole city one man made the greatest, most horrible discovery of their time. He walked out from under a hotdog stand and looked up.

He looked across the harbor and on the other side the statue of liberty. On the tip of its flame was a dark figure he could not recognize. He called others to see if they knew what's up. But they didn't, more people gathered and looked on to the mysterious figure. More gathered and attracted attention from officers. Quick to caution, a chopper was called into the scene. What they saw was beyond belief. An angelic man, upper body bare, his lower draped by a long cloth of white rimmed with sky blue. His greatest features, broad white wings attached to his back.

The chopper did its best to get close but they couldn't. The pilot tried his best to push the stick forward, occasionally it'll nudge forward then back. It gone on for a while until they decided to return to headquarters, media sprang in to action. A bizarre incidence occurred after a stretched time of peace, they couldn't pass it up. They placed the man on national TV, he wasn't alone.

Around the world, reports of strange beings mirrored the most famous beings of the bible. Angels and Demons they were called, of different looks and attributes, of beauty and horror, of the greatest dreams and nightmares. Their numbers were terrifying. They stood upon the highest points, off to the side, peered down at humanity. The world an uproar, leaders of these nations needed answers before the people went ballistic, they turned to science.

Science couldn't explain, they tried, but could not approach the beings. On foot they fell to their knees, weakened, suddenly sick. From air the vehicle wouldn't listen, some even went off course. They tried weapons, the gun wouldn't fire. They tried machines, but they exploded or turned around and went back.

These numbers of occurrences drove men and women of science crazy. Once this hit the news the world went from uproar to ballistic. Without answers, the people turned to the next best thing. The church, the Vatican welcomed all with open arms, wide smiles. They couldn't foresee the numbers and were bum rushed by sudden believers. With powerful voices, cheerful and scary sayings, their grins grew big along with their pockets.

After six days, on the seventh they disappeared. At the same time they were off the map, off the radar, completely gone. This reached the news, then the people. Many regions received an overflow. Even some made up on the spot. Days passed, people began to doubt what happened. Did it happen? Did the whole human race go crazy?

"No", says the church, "it is a sign of god."

"No", says the pentagon, "it was terrorist or troublemakers."

"No", says the scientist, "we'll get back to you eventually."

Nobody came up with reasonable explanation. Did this really happened, went through everybody's minds. A month later, they received an answer. In an instance, around the world people screamed or shocked to silence.

Cities, towns, regions visited by an angel gave birth to two between the ages of twelve through eighteen. In a brilliant flash of golden, blue light. They hovered off the ground, their faces turned to the sky. Their mouths stretched open without a word. White feathery wings formed around them, formed an egg and a minute later they hatched. Given a beautiful, unique form, with or without wings they fell to the ground gracefully. Their eyes ignited with wisdom, hope, strength, and determination before the humans around them. Their former brethren looked up to them. Many fell to their knees and hailed them. Former friends, family, even strangers raise their hands to them…the angels.

Those visited by a demon had the exact opposite. Four demons of teen age were given birth out of the human populace. They fell to the ground in pain. A heart wrenched scream escaped their lips. Everybody hurried to them, worried when an explosion of demonic energy knocked them back. They stared with fear, their loved ones transformed. Flames and blood sprouted around them, the vision or illusion of wailing souls flew around them. A circle appeared under them. Undead monstrosities appeared, surrounded the chosen ones. Screams and shrieks gathered attention of the monstrosities, attracted by fear they attacked. Some transformations were longer than others based on how many people were around. Limbs, bodies, and guts thrown upon the chosen then the undead piled themselves on top. Formed into a harden cocoon, liquefied into blood, like ice cream it melted. The chosen exploded out of the horror, gasped for air and took life, human nevermore.

Scared, confused, their minds went gloomy, love ones blood surrounded them. Horror struck them, running towards the nearest sign of human life, they screamed and ran too. Seeing the fear and hatred of others, they ran to the darkest corner. Hide and recuperate until their minds made out what went on. That was the plan for some. Others simply lounged around like jelly. They were dumbfounded by the carnage and death cause by their upcoming. Many simply played it off like a bad dream. It wasn't.

The media was on it from around every corner. Angels and Demons were both rushed by cameras, lights, horribly annoying people searched for a good story. It was easy for angels. They played it cool and calm, spoke their minds. Unsure about this event, their young age and beauty warmed the people's hearts. Demons either ran or lashed out, causing unfortunate deaths of civilians. Law enforcements sprang in but failed. Mobs formed but failed. These monstrosities couldn't be hurt by human hands and once they knew that. Those cities that gave birth to them were in deep fear and carnage. It went on for a few days until a battle between one angel and few demons were recorded. With grace and ease, the angel disposed the demons, hunted each one until the city was free of all four.

The people were in a gracious upheaval, the media reported him a hero. Many fell on their knees and hailed him. The church supported him, so did humanity. Loved and ushered by the government for help. Nobody listened to the few and bold scientist who said wait, their own great minds gave in and turned to the church. Like wildfire, angels left their own cities, attacked cities and towns of demons. Their reasons to fight were obvious. Many of them were excited to engage in battle. In fear, the demons attacked, ran, or hid. There was only one reason, survival. The war raged around the world, embedded in each of these combatants minds were five simple rules.

This is a battle till one side is completely victorious and the other is extinct. A demon cannot be harmed by a human. An angel cannot directly harm a human. One angel is more powerful than one demon. You cannot kill yourself.