Armageddon has come. Angels and demons have erupted onto Earth's surface, battling for domination. Alisha Grace witnesses this battle, and she, like so many others, expects the angels to win. It soon becomes apparent, however, that the demon forces have powers beyond belief as Gabriel's angelic forces lose Armageddon. Rai is a fallen angel, leading the fight with his demon allies. Commander Krillion and Captain Zara are leaders in the Seraphim force, and although their armies have lost to Lucifer's demonic legions, they will not give up. But there is much more to this endgame battle than meets the eye. Even demons have history, and Rai will soon discover on which side he truly belongs. In the meantime, Israfil, the angel of judgement day, receives a new vision. As hell covers the Earth in its dark genesis, Israfil senses the building of a new team that will fight the evil ones. A demon, a girl from Earth, warriors of the Seraphim and a being brought forth from Purgatory will fight on the same side-and only time will tell if they will be victorious, or if hope will be lost and darkness will rule the world for all eternity.

The Fallen

Book 1 - Dark GenesisBy Sean M. Bazaar

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Sean M. Bazaar
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4759-5899-7

Chapter One

Earth

Thame was making his way through the throng of Seraphim warriors, looking for his commander, Krillion.

Krillion was a captain in the Fury Legion, a force dispatched from the Crystal Palace by Gabriel himself to ensure that Armageddon was halted and mankind would prosper through peace and free will. Thame finally saw Krillion standing on a small rock outcropping, studying the landscape upon which the upcoming battle would be fought. At six feet four and 275 pounds, he had a massive physical presence, standing head and shoulders above the rest of the warriors gathered around him.

Standing a few meters behind Krillion, Thames felt admiration and love swell in his chest as he looked upon one of the most respected commanders in the All-Father's army. He thought back to his first battle millennia ago, when Krillion had saved his life as two goat demons under Azazel's banner were about to impale him upon their horns.

Krillion had appeared out of nowhere.

With his massive frame of raw brute force, he wielded his mighty war hammer like a man possessed. In a single swing, Krillion collapsed the rib cage of one demon, sending it spiraling through the air, while he grabbed the other demon bare-handed and snapped its neck.

As Krillion stood over Thame, his broad chest heaving, a smile spread across his face and he extended his hand to the young archer, saying, "On your feet archer, no Seraphim will die this day!"

Such a long time ago, thought Thame. Ever since that day, Krillion had taken a liking to the young archer warrior and had been a surrogate father to him. The two of them had grown to respect and love one another and had shared many battles together.

Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.

"Too many," Krillion said to no one in particular.

"What are you thinking about, old man?"

Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, "I think we're in for a long day."

Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion's shoulder. "Good times ... good times," he said.

"Let's do what we came here to do, then," Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.

They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.

"Archers, ready!" thundered Thame.

The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.

From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.

The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he'd once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.

"Rai, the dark mage's are in position." It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai's right-hand man.

"Excellent, Valafor," Rai replied. "Soon this ... army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?"

"Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood."

Thinking for a moment, Rai said, "Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn't tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side."

"Ha! You're worried about me?" Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles and the charred flesh crazed as radiant blue light exploded through the cracks.

"Every time I see that, I'm still impressed," said Rai. "The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon."

"Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative," Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.

"Look up, Val," Rai said. "Their archers have risen. Give the command and let's end this."

"Yes, sir," Val said, his voice suddenly serious.

"Fire!"

At that command, hundreds of arrows were loosed upon the demon horde, now starting their deadly advance across the valley. But just before the arrows could find their marks, a dark cloud of smoke rose up out of the ground to engulf them, reducing them to ash.

"Thame!" Krillion shouted to the captain of his archers. "They've got dark mages out there somewhere. Search and destroy!"

"Got it!" Thame shouted back. He gave the command, and then he and his archers sped through the air across the battlefield to find the masters of magic. Meanwhile Krillion and his ground forces rushed headlong into the fertile valley to meet their accursed enemies.

Throughout the valley, angels screamed and demons howled, the lust of battle coursing through their veins. All across the battlefield was violence and death, with Krillion leading the charge in the center, crushing heads and shattering bones with every swing of his mighty hammer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something rushing at him. It looked like a massive gray rock golem with a red visor for an eye.

"I see you, ugly!" Krillion yelled, turning to face this new opponent.

Krillion raised his hammer high, ready to strike the killing blow, when the rock demon smashed straight into him with its shoulder, sending him sailing into the air. Krillion grunted as the wind was knocked from his body, but fortunately he was just as deft in the air as he was on the ground. His wings expanded to their full width, catching the wind, and he shot back to where the demon was standing triumphantly.

"Fury!" came the battle cry, followed by a deafening crack as Krillion's hammer found its mark this time, shattering the grey rock demon into thousands of pieces.

Breathing heavily, Krillion took in the whole battle raging around him. His legion was holding the lines, maybe even pushing the demons back. They were going to win this fight. Pride and satisfaction spread across his face at the notion.

Just then something scraped the back of his arm. He looked back and saw a little demon latched onto him by its teeth. Reaching around with his opposite arm, Krillion grabbed the demon by the neck and crushed it, feeling its body go limp in his huge hand. Then he tossed the lifeless corpse to the ground. "Little bastard," he said, wiping away the blood.

Off to Krillion's left, dozens of his warriors were being thrown back through the air by an unseen force. He knew at once that the dark mages were still out there and, if left un-checked, could easily turn this fight. "Thame, you'd better hurry up," he thought. Then, raising his hammer and giving another mighty war cry, Krillion rushed back into the fray.

Flying as fast as their wings would carry them, Thame and his archers flew across the battlefield in search of the dark mages. Time was of the essence: the longer the mages stayed active, the more casualties would befall Fury Legion.

Looking at the ground stretched out before him, Thame saw his targets. Hidden in a small cluster of trees that had turned black and ugly from their presence, they stood—seven short, hooded figures, surrounded by a host of demons, minor foot soldiers. Nothing Thame and his legion couldn't handle.

"To the left!" Thame shouted to his archers, and with a twitch of their muscular wings, they turned and sped toward their targets. Swords drawn, they landed right in the middle of the demons, striking them down from all angles.

"We have to get the mages," Thame shouted as he gutted a vile-looking creature missing the top of its head. Then he heard the distorted sounds of magic as the mages started working their dark arts. It was too late. In the span of a heartbeat, Thame and his legion were frozen in place.

It was as if someone had tied weights on them to hold them in place. Thame stared in hatred and fear as hundreds of demons emerged from the trees to form a semicircle around his trapped archers. He shouted and cursed the demons, struggling to free himself from his invisible prison.

One of the hooded mages stepped forward from the semicircle. "Who is in charge here?"

No one answered.

"If you don't tell me who is in charge, you will all be brought back to Hell and tortured for eternity."

"I'm in charge," Thame said, still struggling to move under the spell. "I'm in charge."

"Good," the mage said as a red beam of light shot from his hand, striking Thame in the chest.

A second later, Thame was on the other side of his legion, tied to a tree at the edge of the forest. The dark mage glared at him with a look of unrivaled evil in his eye.

"Kill them," he said.

Behind the dark mage, the demons fell upon the archers—clawing and biting, spraying blood and bits of flesh everywhere.

"Noooo!" Thame cried. All he could do was watch as his legion of archers, frozen in place like statues, were torn to pieces right in front of him.

This is it, thought Thame. I have failed. Failed my men, failed myself ... and worst of all, failed Krillion. His neck went limp, and a single tear fell from his eye to land on the blackened grass at his feet.

"Forgive me, Krillion," Thame said under his breath. "I'm sorry."

"Now then," said the mage, pulling a bloody knife from the sleeve of his robe. "Let's talk."

Chapter Two

Earth

"Let's go, men—send these soulless bitches back to their fiery pit in Hell!" Captain Zara screamed, encouraging her legion to victory over the immense onslaught of the demons around them. Her long, curly, black hair hung over her face, matted by sweat and blood. Her armor hugged a very curvaceous body with muscles toned from years of training with sword and dagger.

Most of her legion didn't hear Zara; her words were lost in the noise of battle all around. Everywhere she looked, angels and demons were fighting, each battle a small part of Armageddon to determine who would dominate Earth and lock in mankind's fate.

Zara was a captain in the Twelfth Legion of Light. She had spent her short life preparing for this one moment, this one battle, but as she looked around Earth's landscape, her instinct told her that something was not right.

Off to her left, cutting a swath of devastation through the demon ranks, was General Wranti, the commanding officer for the Twelfth. "Zara, watch your right side. They're starting to flank you," he said, pulling his sword from the gut of a demon in the thrall of death.

By now Zara was trading blows with a demon that barely resembled anything humanoid. "It's not that I don't see them, sir," Zara said through bloody, clenched teeth. "It's just that I can't keep up with the sheer numbers of them! For every one I kill, three more take its place." Ducking under the demon's massive claws, which were dripping with blood from her fallen comrades, Zara, swift and deadly, sank both her short swords into the creature's spine, killing it instantly.

For a moment she stood, bloody and triumphant, over her foe, and then she looked out across the battlefield. All hope faded from her heart. Her mouth went dry as a sliver of fear crept its way into her thoughts.

They had lost.

The demons were too many and too powerful to be stopped by the Twelfth.

Gripped by the terrible reality of the situation, she barely had time to react when a demon standing close to seven feet tall almost cleaved her in two with a claymore as big as she was. She rolled out of the way just in time; the sword came down on the precise spot where her head had been not a moment before. Now Zara knelt before this unholy, malicious creature, her guard up.

"What's the matter little birdie?" the demon said with a guttural snarl. "Not as high and mighty as you thought you were? Don't worry— when this is over, I will feed your head to my children so they will know never to fear you and your kind!"

Feeling the bile rise up in her mouth, the rage churning in her stomach, Zara lunged with every ounce of strength she had left. One of her twin blades bit deep into the creature's neck, severing its head from its shoulders.

Zara was trapped in the grip of madness. She knew that losing this battle meant surrendering Earth and mankind, and quite possibly Heaven itself, to the demons.

Her thoughts were a twisted mess; adrenaline pumped through her veins. If they didn't stop Hell's armies and halt Armageddon, women, children, and every facet of life on Earth would become corrupted and warped. It would all blacken and die.

By the All-Father and everything she was taught to believe in, she would not let this fate befall the planet. Not while her lungs held breath and her hand a sword. Panting, wiping the blood from her face, she turned to find her next opponent.

Instead she found the sharp tip of a rusty, bloody spear that plunged through her breastplate and into her back left wing before it was quickly pulled back out.

Eyes wide, lost in panic, Zara fell to her knees, and time itself seemed to slow to a crawl. The ground was wet with the blood of fallen angels and vile demons. She saw most of her legion on the ground, where demons had stopped fighting to feast upon them. When an angel fell, the demons didn't stop hacking and tearing at the bodies; instead they tore flesh and rendered limbs until there were nothing left but gore.

Off in the distance, through vision blurry from blood loss, Zara made out the form of General Wranti surrounded by demons of all sizes and colors. She watched in hopeless horror as he sank to one knee in the dirt.

Looking up to the heavens that were once clear and blue, all she could see were the black shapes of demons silhouetted against the dark skies. While the angelic Seraphim once ruled the skies, filthy demons were now its masters, infesting it with their presence. There was no sun anymore. Ever since the first portal opened up, unleashing demons upon Earth, the sun just blinked out, as if it had never been there.

As dark-red venous blood oozed from Zara's chest, her anger raged.

"Not like this," she said through bloodstained teeth. "Not ... like this ..." Darkness consumed her and she slumped over. The last thing she saw was a massive sword being driven through the chest of the demon that had stabbed her ... and then nothing.

* * * "Ungh."

Zara moaned and opened her eyes, a painful process. All she could see was darkness. Smoke and the metallic smell of blood still hung in the air. When she tried to sit up, she gasped and winced at the sharp pain in her back. Then she remembered that she had been stabbed. She could feel the dried blood sealing the hole in her chest from the spear's entry point.

Rolling onto her side with great effort, she was able to get to her knees. There was anger in her voice. "I swear by the All-Father, if I get my hands ..." Her words trailed off as she saw the remains of the battlefield. The countryside, once lush with its meadows and rolling hills, was now a barren wasteland. Dead bodies from both sides littered the blood-soaked ground.

She had been right, then. The battle was lost. The demons had left nothing intact. Wincing again, Zara got painfully to her feet and took a staggering step. "So many," she whispered, raising a hand to her mouth.

Everywhere she looked she saw dead demons and the remains of her legion. How could this have happened? she thought.

She spotted her twin swords a few feet away, one lying on the ground, the other embedded in the torso of a goat demon. Her knees shaking, every nerve in her body yelling at her to stop, she walked toward them and knelt to pick them up. She placed them in their scabbards, the dried blood sticking to her hands. Then, stepping carefully over the bodies strewn across the field, she found General Wranti, or what was left of him. Kneeling down beside him she felt her eyes well up. "No," she said softly. "There will be no tears—only vengeance. This will not go unpunished, I promise you, General."

(Continues...)

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