Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The sky was lit by the ever present twilight of purgatory as the purest of clouds passed at their leisure. Black, winged creatures flew above the scorned battlefield as they scavenged the corpses of demons and angels alike.
While the demons had retreated and left their spawn behind, the angels stayed with their fallen kin. Most angels were battered, their body armor covered in dents and some had their wings at odd angles. The unlucky laid on the ground, wingless, limbless, their head crushed, or all of the above.
Many angels forced themselves to look at their dead friends and family, but only a small fraction could hold back their tears and vomit. Among all the angels that mourned in silence, a single angel called out for an answer that would never come. "Mallum! Mallum, where are you?!" The angel cried, his voice hoarse.
The other angels only watched with pity as they saw their leader crumble under his denial and loss. Still, the angel refused to accept what had happened and searched the corpses for his son in his desperation. The angel, though heavily injured, continued his search.
After about an hour of scrounging the battlefield for at least a remnant of his son, only the angel and one other remained. When the angel could take it no longer, he collapsed into a mess of tears and denial.
The only other angel walked forward with caution so as to not bother the distressed angel to much. He placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered with care, "General Amos..."
"No! Don't say it!" He commanded before the man could finish.
"Sir, as hard as it is to accept, you cannot deny the truth... Mallum is dead..." The distraught angel screamed into the reaches of purgatory as he mourned the loss of his one and only son.
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In an unlit room, Amos silently sat in the corner. The man's pupils were cracked but still managed to stay together as he withheld his sanity. "Mallum used to sit here and shine his gauss rifle... Hehe... At first, he didn't know what he was doing in the slightest and made his rifle look worse in the end. He almost figured it out, too..." He whispered to himself as he looked at a small workbench just large enough for its purpose on the other side of the room.
As the memory faded, tears fell at a steady rate. "No! Please, come back!" He shouted into nothingness. He shuddered in the warm room as he sobbed.
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The door opened and shone light on the room as a man entered. The subordinate turned on the light as he entered. A pillow was thrown at the man from the far corner of the room, followed by a raspy voice that yelled, "Get out!"
The pillow hit the man with little force. He seemed saddened by Amos' actions. After Mallum had died in the recent battle between Heaven and Hell, Amos had shut himself away in Mallum's room to mourn. None wished to interfere, but after a month of isolation, people began to worry.
The man who intruded on Amos' isolation was his right hand man, Karaat. Karaat worries for his leader and entered the man's world of darkness.
"Sir... I apologize but it's time you come out... God is about to enter another trance and He needs you..."
There was silence between the two for a moment before Amos came into sight. Karat couldn't help but gasp. Amos, the strongest of all angels, was no longer even a shadow of his former self. His once long, smooth golden hair was greasy, knotted and in several places, ripped out to expose his scalp. His muscles body that could once hold the mortal realm on his shoulders without struggle was thin and hunched over from an invisible weight. Rather than walking with his head held high with his wings shimmering begins him, Amos shuffled towards Karaat. Though his head was held high, his wings were dull.
"S-Sir? What happened to you?"
"I... I don't know... All I feel is pain... and hate..."
"You look... You look..."
"Say it! Spit it out!"
"I-... You look like you could do something worse than murder..."
Karaat brought out a phone a dialed a number as he backed away from his once great leader. Amos did not care, not at the moment, for he had to get his son back.
"Show yourself, demon. Tell me how to get Mallum back!" He ordered, his pupils fractured into pieces with his sanity gone to the depths.
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