We weren’t ready for it. Thousands of meteors fell from the sky, only they were angels. No one knows why, no one knows how. It just happened. A war of extinction started in only a few seconds. A war for our survival followed for the next seven years. We had no way to fight them. How could we, when they could will away an ICBM or deflect a 7.62mm projectile?
We could only hide. At least for a while, when an immature angel succeeded in trapping itself. We captured it. Tortured it. It surprised us. A simple dripping of water on their forehead. They never thought that a life-giving substance could cause such psychological damnation. We pulled as much information as we could, eventually learning of Litanies. Special writing in the angelic language. We tortured from this angel all we could of Litanies and their abilities. Our ability to fight back was procured. It was kept under leash, though. It was too complicated for the unwary. What would happen if it was done wrong? Only a few would learn the language: the Farseers, the Sentinels, and those forging the weaponry.
We started with guns, but found out that Engraving a weapon did nothing. We don’t know enough about it. We realized we had to Engrave the bullets themselves. Lits had to be Engraved by hand, you see. A machine couldn’t write in the angelic language, for it had no soul. At least, that’s our explanation of it. It some how knows if we try to use a mold, or even a form of stamp. It somehow knows when the bullet is being held, when the Litany was being Engraved by hand. So that left us very few options. We started using old-world weaponry. Swords, shields, armor. A sword could be used repeatedly. A bullet could be used once.
After a time, it was decided that the most effective use of a gun would be with sniper rifles. Fewer rounds. Harder hits. Who would man these weapons, though? After a time, it was decided that only the best could man these. Whether they were the best, or the most potential, it was difficult to say. All I know is that without them, there’d be a lot fewer of us.
Let the Heavens tremble as the world knows fear.
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I will be selecting three Sentinels and three Farseers, and I will then group them as I see fit (if you want to join with a friend, please, email me and we can see!).
Hosted and narrated by:
Dillon Russell (Mourne)
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License: Community License