December 3rd, 2150
Merlesca, Italy
The morning sun rose above the horizon, the hazy rays piercing through the early morning winter fog that blanketed the city. Despite calling it a city though, it barely qualified as one in the outdated classification standard with a population of 60,000. Compared to other cities around the world, it was very rural.
Cars had already filled the roads and the city was coming to life for the day with the characteristic honking of angry and impatient drivers. Pedestrians were climbing and aboard and alighting public transport en masse and stores were getting ready to open their doors.
Among this place where people moved about like ants in a nest, a girl who appeared 11-12 years old stood out. With hair that was platinum blonde halfway before becoming a bloody crimson to start, she had long pointed ears that jutted out the side, and blood-red tipped nails that had veins passing through them.
She didn’t wear a school uniform, which you would see on other children her age, but a casual clothes with a thick scarf around her neck.
She followed her senses and arrived at a particular building, a strip club with the a neon tube light in the figure of a woman glowing bright pink. There would normally be a bouncer out front of the store, but they were no longer taking new patrons and it was almost closing time. The security was now inside, doing the final organizing and preparations to close until the following night.
Senna simply pushed the door open and entered, the daylight from outside spilling into the dark and smokey establishment. As soon as the door closed behind her, all light from outside was shut off, as if inside was its own enclosed world.
It wasn’t long before one of the staff, a girl in skimpy and suggestive clothing spotted her and rushed over in a panic.
“Little girl, this is not a place you should be! Don’t just randomly walk into buildings, okay?”
It was dark and the dancer had consumed a few drinks, so she didn’t realize that this girl was in fact not human.
Senna shot the woman a threatening glare as she sidestepped her hand and spoke in a hostile voice that caused the woman to almost flinch.
“Don’t touch me, filth.”
“Eh?”
Senna simply walked past her and further into the shop, her nose scrunching up at the depraved scents that permeated every corner of the establishment. Many people saw her and either sobered up or just looked with abject confusion.
The staff were also in a panic, the dancers hurriedly covering themselves and unsure what to do.
It wasn’t long before the small fae arrived at a corner where Thomas sat, a girl in each arm, each of which had a digital terminal tied to their bare thighs that had accepted a copious amount of credits through the night.
“Senna!” Thomas cried out with joy, unwrapping his arms from around the two women.
He then left the seat and picked up the small bottle off anger that was drastically out of place here.
“Um… she is…?” One of the dancers, who had been following Senna unsure what to do, questioned Thomas.
“She is my daughter.”
“…What?”
The entire venue turned silent as the staff stared in disbelief.
Thomas was completely unperturbed and simply picked the fae up, who leaned her head towards him and sniffed before displaying a disgusted appearance.
“You stink of depravity.”
“I got lucky last night~”
“With humans again? Why do you do such disgusting things?”
Senna pushed against Thomas like a cat trying to escape his arms, but she wasn’t putting any actual strength into her arms.
“Don’t be like that, it’s lots of fun~”
“Hurry up and take a shower you depraved pervert. Now you’ve made me filthy too.”
The strip club placed Thomas on a blacklist, just like many before after that encounter, but he was never seen again. The duo were only stopping overnight on their journey to the heart of the catholic church, Vatican City.
It also wasn’t by coincidence that two catholic churches in the surrounding area had been reduced to nothing but rubble and a third torched.
If one followed Thomas and Senna’s trail, they would find a string of destruction from the United Kingdom to their current location in the northern regions of Italy.
“You’ve created quite the line up this time. Where’s your big bad boss, Michael?”
Thomas stood cornered just outside his motel room by a group of six men and two women, all deep believers in god and currently being willingly possessed by angels. Senna calmly stood behind Thomas, her ruby pupils glaring at the angels without fear. On her hand were a pair of plate gauntlets, in case she needed to fight too.
There wasn’t a great deal she could do though, as the angels were much stronger than she currently was due to their holy energy.
“We are enough to deal with you, Thomas Smith.”
“That’s exactly what the last bunch of you sanctimonious bastards said.”
Thomas shifted his eyes from right to left, glancing at all the angels as his pupils shimmered a ghostly white color. The air twisted in his hand as his Seraph Obsidian Winged Spear appeared, the blade deadly enough that even the angels felt intimidated.
“You have become a heretic, going against all of the Lord’s teachings. Your greatest sin however, is defying the natural order and bringing chaos to the universe. Do you not understand the consequences of your actions?”
“Hahaha, does that make you mad? Good!”
Thomas’ gaze was sharp and merciless. He didn’t bother trying to debate with the angels again, they were his enemy, and would only believe in what they wanted to. Instead, he swept his soul spear in the direction of two of the angels and an invisible blade tore through the motel and tried to tear apart the duo.
The angels summoned their own weaponry, a pure white long sword and radiant shield that seemed to be made from smelted light.
They were quick to respond and instantly went straight into battle mode. Their shields were raised and blocked Thomas’ strike while the rest of the angels charged. The shields flashed with a blinding light as they blocked the attack, but Thomas saw with far more than just his eyes.
Thomas’ entire body adopted a powerful white glow as his physical capabilities soared. His soul spear spun around with inhuman speed, even multiplying as clones of it flew around him and attacked at his will.
Dark and imposing clouds grew and flooded the sky in a supernatural manner as the world responded to the battle unfolding. Thunder rumbled menacingly as a dark shadow covered the world.
Thomas’ body was pierced and torn by the angels swords from time to time, but he healed instantly and was entirely unaffected. The damage they dealt was minimal at best.
The angels were lucky for their instincts, reinforced bodies, and almost indestructible shields. Thomas’ overpowered attacks couldn’t be dodged and they were battered like baseballs, sent catapulting into nearby buildings.
Several tenants of the motel nervously poked their heads out of their doors to investigate the noise the fight was making before seeing the danger and either fearfully hiding back inside their rooms or trying to flee to safety elsewhere.
Unlike archangels, like Michael, the lower rung angels couldn’t create a pseudo reality to manifest their bodies in. This meant they not only had to possess believers, but they were currently fighting in the real world.
Senna was also a target for the angels. She bore her fangs and growled savagely as she punched at any angel who attacked, but would always be cut by their swords and bashed by their shields into the ground. She would only get angrier though, how fighting style becoming more unruly as a result.
She refused to stray far from Thomas though, who would always intervene to her rescue.
While the sound of evacuation sirens was increasing and combat airships were flying over to intervene, the battle continued to escalate.
“Thomas Smith, you shall face the wrath of Heaven!”
The angels flew in the air with golden lights encasing and flowing from their bodies. Each and every one thrust their sword towards the sky and the dark clouds broke, beams of white hot light shining through the holes and disintegrating everything they touched.
They didn’t even care for the death and destruction any nearby bystander faced, who were only saved from mass destruction due to the beams being focused on Thomas.
Thomas cast his soul spear into the air and it expanded to 300 feet long, protecting both Senna and himself from the scorching rays.
Several whistling sounds broke though the sounds of battle as an array of missiles flew in like meteors before exploding and sending out an organ displacing, window shattering shockwave. Mana also ran rampant, the warheads releasing a unique quantum distortion that disturbed the supernatural powers and even harmed anyone who used energy from the quantum R4 field.
Police and nearby heroes were also approaching along the ground as an emergency response, not fully realizing the danger they were getting into. They aided in citizen evacuation as they geared up and begun encroaching on the center of the battlefield where Thomas was.
“Fucking birds, you are getting more and more arrogant every time we meet. Did you think this is the peak of my power?”
Thomas’s gaze was filled with anger and resentment as he looked up at the eight angel possessed humans, each of which had a stony expression which didn’t show any emotion.
His body glowed and even brighter ghostly white, his skin starting to peel and flake away as the mortal vessel couldn’t channel that much soul power.
“I have gotten much better at controlling my strength through a physical body, but even just this is the limit… Senna, stay close to me.”
Without a word, Senna moved closer until she was only a foot away from him.
The three hundred foot obsidian winged spear above Thomas and Senna split into thousands of ordinary sized spears and turned into a maelstrom of death as they flew around him in concentric circles. At first it was slow, but the speed rapidly increased until they tore up the earth, buildings, and trees.
With a wave of his hand, this storm of a thousand spears swept towards the angels in the sky who desperately tried to flee and block as many as possible. It was impossible with their skill, even using holy energy to create a shield around them barely staving off a few spears before shattering into pieces.
They were run through and torn to pieces mercilessly, their expressions finally changing as their emotionless visage was shattered.
Thomas’ spears didn’t just attack the body, but they targeted the angel’s souls too. Perhaps they hadn’t been fully briefed back in heaven, but they didn’t realize until far too late that them approaching Thomas meant true death as their souls were pierced and torn to pieces, not just losing their vessel and being expelled back to heaven.
“Do you still refuse to show yourself, God?” Thomas asked towards the stormy sky, his voice neither loud nor quiet.
“I’m sorry,” Senna stated from beside him all of a sudden. “I am too weak to be of any help, but I will get stronger.”
Thomas glanced down at the fae girl that was somehow turning into a true beauty and stated in a harsh voice, “Being strong enough to crush a few birds is pointless. You need to focus on controlling your anger and not being consumed by it.”
“…Yes.”
The ground forces and heroes had finally reached here, fear apparent on their faces. They tried to attack, but before they could pull the trigger on their guns and activate their abilities, all the spears in the air attacked like a curtain of thunderbolts.
Nothing remained alive after that.
“I can take care of those,” Senna stated with conviction.
“You are not allowed to kill.”
“I won’t.”
Senna rose her hands to display her gauntlets that not only protected them, but also protected others from on the lethal corruption her nails would inject any wound with.
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