Story of Lost

Demonic beings and angelic figures, were doomed to be enemies since their creation to the world by their greater Saviors.. and yet one angel... betrayed her ways... and a bigger war begins.. with them

When storms of black roll in from the oceans
a battle takes place, in the heavens themselves...
a battle that no one can explain why
and no one can stop from beginning...
as the very rain of the fallen
pour down upon mother earth like a waterfall
and soak her lands with hate and sorrow
all fear seems.. all is lost in the stars
with this never ending death war..
but one birth.. will set the stars..
a different.. path.

A child of gold.. born from Coal.

Thunder clash as lightning flashes.. people stay inside, as the rain begins to fall onto the grounds belong, soaking the land with what people believe to be nothing but common water found at a spring, river, lake, or ocean... blinded by the truth... that above those darken clouds above and away from the sights of the creatures of the earth.. darkness and Light battle a war that is never ending... and never decaying. Angels, Fallen Angels, Seraphim's, Demons, all battling... dying.. killing.. for a purpose they don't even know.
"Roar!" a large mountain demon cried, as it tossed a large hot rock from the pits of hell.
"Look out!" a Seraphic cried, as he spread his golden feathered wings, taking flight, while others followed moving out of the boulder's way, as it came crashing down where they had been grouped.
"We need to retreat!" An angel cried, landing beside the Seraphic, adjusting her helm holding her sword as a demon charged at them. The Seraphic, took hold a staff, spinning it thrice in hand, before slamming the walking stick, into the side of the demons skull, cracking it open, as the creature was flung to the side, like a rag doll.
"Agreed.. rally the troop!" He ordered to the others, grabbing hold a horn from his side belt, as he over looked the battle that took place before him... in the mix of the battle.. the son of a succubus tackled another seraphic from behind, holding twin katana's against the Seraphim's throat snarling as his prey placed its arms in front of his target, protected with golden armor that could not be pierced. The demon growled annoyed, as his mouth began to widen, baring fangs that grew from their sheath, moving his katana's for the angelic warrior to reveal his neck. As he moved the Katana's to the side, the child of god, followed with his arms and neck.. revealing it to the demon, as he desired...  The neck bent, the demons head lunged for the kill... the Seraphic, saw teeth bare.. and watched as his life.. and death flashed before his very eyes.. showing the end of the innocent naive child of pure... but suddenly an arrow, made of wood from an elder tree, feathers of a phoenix, and blade from a the antler of a buck, shot into the demons bare chest that was exposed.. that cursed the Demons effort all in Vain, and let the Seraphic, live another day. The Son of a Succubus... fell from the warriors back, onto the ground, as blood slowly poured from the wound on his chest, tainted blood lingering in the air, as it joined the fallen cursed beast.. onto the clouds.
"D-...Dam..Y-..ou" he snarled. A warrior near by, quickly drew a spear from his back, and held it in the air, over the demon, ready to strike for the kill, to end the demons suffering and embarrassment, but once more, fate tortured him.. as the sound of the retreat horn sounded... causing the spear to withdraw from its target and with its holder... leave the demon to lay there and suffer in pain, and without pride. He dare not move, from his spot, and he breathed in short quick breathes.. as he laid there and watched his comrades and enemies, leave him to lay where the death now rested. Left to die, as if the immortal soul was not able to be healed, but then again.. whom would want to touch the purity of the elder tree's wood, and the burning fire of the phoenix feathers. No, no child of hell would be that stupid enough to touch it, once it was lodged into your flesh you had only moments before the wood would burn your body of its flesh... and so.. he laid there with his eyes closed, beside his fallen brother-in, waiting deaths cold, welcoming grasp.
"I am sorry.. mother. My sisters. I am sorry i have failed you, as the only son born to you mother, and the only brother given to you sisters.. i am not worth to hold my title as a warrior, but i refuse to be known as a coward, i will die a glorious death, by my enemies hand, fighting for what our family, and our people believe in.. with this.. i die in peace.. with this i die in....." The man speech was cut short, as the sound of light foot steps tapped in his ear, catching his attention.. as it came towards him. His ear twitched as the sound came more and more.. until, he saw that of wings... pure white feathered wings, and a female angel, that held a golden quiver full of arrows, much like the one lodged in his chest.. and a woven bow, made of the same wood of the arrows. Hatred, burned in his heart as he caught sight of the arrow, narrowing his eyes, and snarling in defense.
"You b***h!... I'll show you.. what happens when you kill a.. AH!" He yelped in pain, as the women grabbed hold of the arrow in his chest, with her hand, making him twitch in place. His narrowed stare turned into a glare... but he noticed the women was not in armor, or dressed anything appropriate for war.. she had on simple robes of cotton white, laced together with.... of course gold, but what really caught his eye.. was a tattoo on her right shoulder, of a half heart. He calmed down some with the sight of the tattoo, but it was disturbed in a instant, as she quickly and without warning, pulled the arrow from his chest. He screamed in pain, cursing every horrible name he could think of, or repeat at her, grasping his chest, as he squirmed, but she seemed unchanged, except for a small smile on her face.
"I.. I'm Laila.." She softly spoke, so soft that is was a surprise he even caught it. He slowly turned his head back toward the women, who held a smile, at him... with beautiful blue eyes looking into his red fiery.. He opened his mouth, to ask why she had given him her name, but the moment his mouth open, the women seemed to became disfigured.
"Oh wow...." He whispered, as his head fell to the ground, and his eyes softly closed, falling asleep beside the angel girl. A giggle escaped her, as her wings spread into the air, and her arms scooped the tainted warrior.
"Do not fret... i shall care for you." she giggled, and took flight.... beginning then, a new war that would not involve no other... but the child of gold... born of coal.. and the son of a succubus with a horrible destiny.