3 Descent

All of humanity trembled.

The blue sky turned white, as if painted over, the sun was hidden, as were the stars, space, and moon. There was still light, but it came from white sky itself.

Humanity below could not make any sense of it. They only watched, dumbfounded, as the white sky abruptly twisted, like it was paper, and a massive rift tore through the sky.

It was like a massive knife scar on a face, turning the face of the beautiful sky into something uncomfortable, unsettling, one that made all who looked at it silent with apprehension.

They could tell something was happening. Something completely outside of their comprehension.

The scar in the sky was pitch black, like the void of darkness, and nothing could be seen in the other side. It was like staring straight into an impossible deep chasm, where only darkness followed your eyes, and the end was unreachable with mortality alone.

Then a slender hand was thrust through.

Compared to the size of the scar in the sky, it was minuscule. Pathetic even. It was hardly visible in the distance that was the sky. Yet this meager hand held an overwhelming pressure that stemmed from an unknown grace and dignity, that made all those watching hold their breaths, unable to remove their eyes from it.

The hand then suddenly retreated. All the observers released their held breath. They could not understand what was happening.

Was it another invader? The same invader? Were they trying to reach them even now? If that was the case, the remainder of humanity did not fear, they were confident that they could repel any invaders that came.

Yet they were uneasy. The glimpse of a The single hand made uncontrollable chills rush down their backs like a cascading waterfall.

Then the hand emerged again. This time it was not empty.

The hand gripped a sword, pointing straight toward the earth. The blade was pure white, as if made from light itself. It was ordained with gold trimmings, and held in a glimmering gold handle.

One could sense the awe inspiring aura within the sword, as if one would kneel before it on instinct if it was sheathed. But the blade was drawn, and many only felt the desire to cower.

The hand began to extend out of the rift, revealing a slender arm. Eventually a woman emerged from the rift, beautiful, 2 meters tall, with an aura so pure one would think that she hadn't even seen darkness since the moment she was born. She held a face so delicate that they felt that the slightest touch could shatter it like a thin sheet of ice.

She wore a white plate armor rimmed with gold. Despite its light appearance, with could gently wrap around the woman's gentle figure, there was an unspeakable sturdiness that could block the strongest of blades.

Other than the sword, there was a small, round shield in her other hand, its surface smooth, like a mirror, looking so pristine that one might see the appearance of their own souls in it. She also held a spear on her back. The tip was at least 10 centimeters long, and wielded a sharpness that could make one's eyes hurt by merely looking at it. The shaft was 3 meters long, extending over her head and past her feet, but t didn't matter as her body was suspended in the air with graceful wings.

They gasped. For behind her back was 6 pairs of large, intimidating wings. They were graced with pure white feathers that carried an absolute presence. Her wingspan boasted 5 meters, having an unmistakable dignity that looked down on all life.

She looked upon humanity, which had turned dead silent upon her presence. Then she smiled. It was slight, but the meager rise in the corner of her lips felt like the kindest smile that could forgive even the blackest of hearts. But that was only an illusion.

"Humanity." A single word, addressing the entire human race. All could instinctively understand her words, despite the many varied languages of the human race. The voice was gentle, smooth, and flowed like the sweetest music, yet there was a tinge of coldness that was incongruent with the rest of her image.

"I am Uriel." She then addressed herself. Many recognized the name as the angel in the scriptures, and they all trembled. What was she here for? But they already knew the answer.

"I am one of the three Seraphim, directly under God himself. I lead the 2nd Legion of Heaven within God's realm."

When she finished speaking, more angels appeared through the rift, one by one, each boasting at least 2 meters tall, with the bigger ones being around 4 meters tall. They were all wearing white and gold armor, wielding a sword, shield, and spear.

"You have disappointed God, the Almighty, your creator, the progenitor of life and the master of death."

All of them had white wings that blended into the white-washed Sky. Though some had one pair, others 2, all the way up to 5 pairs. Only Uriel had 6. There were many angels, hundreds in fact. Though it didn't look enough to be a legion. But at the thought, the sky began to twist again.

"We are here to shoulder the burden of your sins. Accept your fate obediently, as suicide will only increase your sins."

Many fell to their knees, trembling constantly. Had they angered god? But wasn't it he who gave them this power?

Uriel smiled widely like she was accepting an orphaned child. She raised her sword up into the sky. As if on signal, dozens of rifts tore through the sky like the knife wounds of the betrayal of Caesar. From the rifts, countless angels descended, humanity trembled to its core.

"By God's decree, Earth's humanity has been sentenced. To extinction."

They had forgotten who had brought them in to this world, and now he intends to take them out.

"Now be obedient, and be purged."