Crossfire (Intro)

Approaching Tempestas System, Realm-2, Hyperion Rim
Post-Judgement Era
19:12
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"Delta, I need full Battlefield Status Report." The Seraph Lardiel commanded as he gazed at the huge screen in front of him.

Three Cherub and a Throne was standing beside him. Along with Lardiel, the Malakhs were also part of the Hosts who were tasked to spearhead the campaign that would start the Defense of the Immaculate Heart, a Planet located on Realm-2. The world was too close to the Terran Core, and once it fell into the hands of the Demons, it might ignite a full scale invasion against Earth, where the New Jerusalem was established. Heaven has tasked the five of them to lead a counter-invasion force to protect the Planet from the invading fleet.

"Request Granted," A female monotonous voice replied. The screen blinked twice before displaying the entire map of the Desert World. Red and blue lines overrun the map, denoting allied and enemy position. In the middle was the no-man's land, where two lines meet; an indication of an ongoing battle between the Forward Forces they have sent and the Demon Legionnaires that has arrived topside faster than them. The Angels were emotionless as they keep their eyes fixed at the huge screen.

"What do you think, brothers?" The Throne Asarias has asked. The elderly Angel may indeed, looked old but he was known for his swordsmanship and his survival in the Battle of Eden-II alone against the Grand Masters of Azazel and Asmodeus' Legions. "The Forward Force was being depleted to the last Malakh and it will take a few weeks before they were completely eradicated on the surface."

"How many soldiers does the Force consists?" Cherub Nariel asked either one of them, eager to know the answer to his question. Lardiel shot him a stern look before glancing back at the screen.

"6000 Powers from the Battlefleet Zechariah, 3000 Dominions from the same Battlefleet. There are approximately 200,000 Angels with an Akrobolos rank from the Beast Legions and 300,000 Protectorates. As for Angels, there main infantry were already destroyed within six weeks of fighting."

"Destroyed? Like obliterated?" Another Cherub, Padiel interrupted.

"Lost, brother." Lardiel replied. "The Hell Baron, Kraziel, has been spotted in the vicinity of the No-Man's Land and corrupted all the Angels from the Legion of Divine Cross. This has made our situation much more harder as the forces of Hell had been bolstered in great numbers."

"What are the other alternatives?" Asarias asked.

"Alternatives? We are a month away from Immaculate Heart. Sending a Relief Force would also take a month and the life expectancy of our forces topside is estimated to be two weeks before the world fell into corruption." Lardiel replied with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "There are no alternatives."

"What do we do then?" The cherub Gafiel finally broke his silence and asked the superior Angel.

"Nothing," Lardiel answered. "We sit and pray. Hope for the best."

"Wait," Asarias said all of a sudden. "Are there any other Malakh in the neighboring Planets?"

Lardiel paused for a brief second as he searched his mind for any answer. He finally dismissed his question. "No, not that I think of..." But something popped out of his mind. "...But I do remember that there is a Space Station hovering above the moons of the Sword of Divine Will."

"Put whoever's in charge immediately." Asarias replied as he turned behind. A wide hologramic table greeted his sight. He walks around it as the Cherubim around them began working on the consoles of the terminal that were attached to either side of the Command Room's wall. Soon enough, a transparent image in a hue of green appeared above the table, displaying the face of the Dominion who was in charge of overseeing the Space Station. "Greetings brother, this is Asarias of the Throne of Mercy Legion. I have called to ask for your assistance, brother."

"Dominion Fadjiel of the Space Station Alpha-Charlie-Delta, greetings to you, Elderly." Fadjiel greeted in return. "How can I be of assistance?"

"Our Battlefleet has been sent by directly from Heaven to spearhead a Campaign on the surface of the Immaculate Heart to mount a defense against the invading Demons. Our Forward Forces were currently being decimated by the Demonic Legions and it will only be weeks before they were crushed. We are a month away from them and we cannot send any Relief Forces down to the surface of the Planet."

"Affirmative, brother." The Dominion replied. "On the behalf of the Archangel Michael, I am providing you assistance. Half of our forces is for you to command."

"Thank you, brother." Said Asarias. "We are in debt to you."

"Do not mention it, brother." Fadjiel replied. "I am doing God's will."

"Quis Ut Deus, Brother."

"Deus Vult."

With that, the image immediately disappeared. Asarias turned to the Malakhs behind him and said, "It begins now, brothers."

"Yes." Lardiel said finally as he turned to the screen behind him. "Delta," He called the Artificial Intelligence installed on the system of the ship. "Send in a transmission to our ground forces." He paused. "Tell them, that help is coming."