6 Ruins
Soriel stood atop one of the tall buildings that the civilization of this planet had left behind. The civilization he had just helped destroy.
The once many human homes were now a desolate wasteland of deserted space. They, the Legion Of Heaven, has no need to destroy the humans' creations, as the earth and time would take care of that for them.
In time, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, or even millions of years in the future, all these creations would be buried in the dust of time, becoming a dark age that a future civilization might dig up.
He thought back to the purge.
It was not a battle, or a war, or an invasion. The nature of it was more like a slaughter, a massacre, or for morality's sake, a purge.
The purge did not last long, merely 7 days and nights, the same amount of time it took God to create the universe according to the scriptures he read when he was alive.
The humans, though many were strong, could hardly resist the Legion Of Heaven.
Swooping like a falcon on prey, angels would pierce a body or severe one in two before flying back up. With wings, they had a huge advantage.
In fact, angels leveled up too. It was a blessing hay came with being in the Legion Of Heaven. It worked the same way as the blessing granted to humanity here, where one took a life, and the life force of the one they slated would be assimilated into the body.
This was what made the Legion Of Heaven so strong. Expeditions into worlds over time increased the quality of the legions. Even if the expeditions weren't frequent, being immortal, they had an eternity to hoard their strength.
Not just that, even if they were at the same level as a mortal, their equipment from Heaven far surpassed theirs.
The human's weapons could not easily pierce their armor, and their weapons could sever almost everything.
Of course, they weren't invincible, if they got through the armor, the angels could be killed too. Their souls would return to heaven and gain a new angel's body, but they would have to level from scratch again. There were a few casualties here as well, but he would see them again in Heaven.
His own level was 23
He was only level 1 when he descended with the rest of the Legion, there were few jobs hat included killing up in Heaven.
His current level was brought with the blood of humanity.
He closed his eyes.
He saw the humans his spear through, the humans his sword slashed through, the thousands of humans he killed.
He remembered many of their faces. Faced filled with fear, hatred, despair, confusion, and spite.
He remembered the feeling of when his spear first pierced a human's chest, how the man he pierced reached out to him with a face of suicidal fury.
Stunned, he was taken by the neck, and was slowly being strangled. He was saved when his senior chopped off the man's head.
"Don't hesitate. The best thing we can do for them is to kill them as painlessly, so that if we see them in Heaven, we can have no regrets." His senior had told him.
Up in Heaven. It was strange to think that he might see the people he killed in merely their astral body up in Heaven.
Would they harbor grudge? Anger? Spite? He wouldn't know how to deal with it.
"Don't worry, most of these humans committed many sins, so a majority of them will go to hell, have their memories wiped and then reincarnated. If you do happen to see one in heaven then, you can only ask that they forgive you. It can't be helped after all." His senior saw through him once more.
The next time, he did not hesitate. He remembered his training, and carefully targeted the throats, lungs, head, or heart. With luck, they died instantly. Unlucky, and they release cries of agony that made him extremely uncomfortable.
A particularly memorable kill was when he had thrown his spear to stop a runner. This human was pulling along a child. A little girl that couldn't be older that 12.
This human had killed an angel, so three angels, including him went to intercept him. If a man could resist one angel, then would face him with more.
His heart, which he wasn't actually quite sure that an angel still had, had tightened when he saw the man trying to protect his daughter, and trying to get her to run.
But he gritted his teeth, and severed the man's head.
Level: 8>10
Str: 9>13
Agi: 15>20
Def: 6>8
Res: 9>12
He must've been a rather high level, as he leveled up twice, despite sharing the experience with two others.
The other angels then left to hunt more humans, but he stayed, and watched the the head he severed rolled to his daughter's feet. She had stopped running it seemed, was her father's death in vain then?
He knew there could be no survivors, and walked up to the little girl, the sword in his hand still dripping with her father's blood.
The girl didn't look at him, only holding her father's head whilst in tears.
His heart hurt watching. He took a quick glance around, where his comrades from Heaven continued to slaughter the humans in the streets. Whether men or women, old or young, children or not, none were spared.
He tightened his grip on his sword, looking down on the little girl.
Eventually his sympathy won over and he turned away, he couldn't do it himself. It was up to her fate... no, her luck, whether she survived or not, though unlikely. How could fate possibly help her when God himself decreed humanity's extinction.
He flew down to the streets, where human bodies littered the ground like dust in an old house. The streets were as silent as the voids of space, as the purge had just ended, animals had yet to come and feed.
The air was stale, as it was apart of the magic of Heaven that anywhere an angel walked would purify the air it passed through.
He did not notice that he walked past the area where he spared the little girl. Neither did he notice that her corpse wasn't present among the piled bodies.
