Conscripts

(10-10-1953)
Pre-Judgement Era
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"Listen up," The stocky Angel says as he walked in front of each children lined up in a row. His armor whirred in every movement he made, in the Boy's eyes, it wasn't like anything he saw back on Earth. It looked strange and alien to him. His headgear was tucked on his left arm and his black Blast Rifle was magnetically attached on the spine of his suit. His insignia tells him that the Angel was a Garrison Legionnaire; Angels that acts as expeditionary forces on space battles and planetary assault. Though why he was here on Earth was unclear. The Angel's head was shaven. His dark brown face was covered in scars and long-healed wounds. His eyes display determination yet it reveals the grizzled spirit within him, forged and shaped in the furnace of each battle he have fought. It was another reason to be afraid of him. His left eye was gouged out by a knife, replaced by a white cybernetic eyeball implant. His right eye displays red pupils, burning hot that reflects his will to fight against the forces of darkness. He eyed each and every children in front of him. He shivered as the grizzled Angel landed his glance on him. For a moment they locked stare with one another, but he moved on with the next.
   "You are conscripts!" He began. "Your life now belongs to us. You will do everything we ask of you and you will listen and treat every orders as if God Himself has given it to you. There are no other options but to follow. Resist, you die. Object, you die. Question the authority," he paused as he flashed a grin, "We will toss you in the pits of the fiery Gehenna. Do you understand?"
   "Sir, yes sir!" They all answered, including the Boy with No Name. They tensed as he examined each and every one of them.
   "You will become Warriors of Heaven," he said. "Soldiers who are powerful and stronger than your 'former' race. No more shall you be called Humans, for you are now Legionnaires of one of our Hosts. You will become Hybrids; your genetic coding will be mixed with the Angelic Powers, making you all strong than the rest of us. You will be the weapon; the hammer that God will use to bludgeon His enemies." He paused with an expressionless look on his face. The transition of his facial expression was very quick and fast to notice for the still-Human children.
  "Do not mistaken yourselves with the likes of the Nephilim. They were indeed half Angels and half Humans, but they were born out of lust and rebellion. You, on the other hand, are born out of love and faith. You will be the first line of defense against Satan and his minions. You will shed the light to the dark world below you." Now, he stopped in front of the Boy With No Name. "What is your name, child?"
   "I have no name, sir." The Boy answered. His voice is firm and confident, not cracking nor showing any hint of fear.
   "Is that so?" The Angel asked but he waited no reply as he continued. "Five years from now, you will wear the Praetorian Battle Armor designated as 'Blackshot', and you will bear that name as if it was your birth name." He added. "And you will become a Protectorate."