Bells are ringing. Church bells echoing throughout the vast field beneath the sky. The clouds are broken through by golden light bathing the earth in its magnificence. The field beneath is an enormous graveyard decorated with crosses of pure white light, piercing their victims. Civilians and soldiers alike lay all over, dead. The city has been reduced to ruins, the streets are filled with endless bodies and an ocean of blood. Enough blood to permanently paint the earth crimson red forever more.
In the sky, a black creature falls downward. It is a gigantic monster with two wings, four legs, a long tail, sturdy scales, and a head like a lizard with many horns. A dragon. Having been pierced by the lance of another, the dragon slowly falls toward the earth. Dying and falling in the golden brilliance and loud tolling bells of the heavens.
In one of the piercing lights of the sky floats a being radiating a powerful aura. It is pure white with four angelic wings, four arms, two legs and the head of a goat. Above it, a golden halo, signaling its divinity and in its forehead, a crimson eye gazing down upon the dragon that this being, which can only be called an angel had slain.
The dragon crashes down into the earth with a loud crash, signaling its demise. The "Dragon King" is dead. The white lance in one of the angel's right hands dissipates into nothing. It no longer has any need for a weapon. Its presence is enough to dismay and compel any who would oppose it to quickly give up.
Surrounding this angel is an army of numerous beings similar to it. The difference between them is that these lesser angels have no halo, only two arms, two wings and only the crimson eye occupies the face of a human with no other features other than this eye. Like painting a red dot on a blank canvas. Each of them are armed with white intertwined spears and are currently hurling these spears towards a section of the ground beneath them.
On the ground stands a lone man fighting against the white beings of the heavens. He is wearing a white shirt with a black vest, vine red on the inside and embroidered with golden roses. His pants are black as well and his shoes are of the high class and brown. His hair is silver and reaches his down to his shoulders. He has a mustache the same color as his hair, adding to his appearance as a gentleman. Finally the most peculiar and interesting detail of this man is his eyes. They are the same color as light blue diamonds, shining brightly, observing his opponents intently as he cuts them down with the shining longsword in his white gloved hands. The sword is defined by a brown leather handle, golden guard and its silver blade as brilliant as its wielders long hair.
Each time the man draws an arc through the air with the sword, a crescent blade of blue light is created and thrust forward, cleanly cutting through the hordes of angels. However, even when cut they reassemble and regenerate, healing normally fatal wounds, though relatively slowly compared to the speed of this battle. The man, also known as Siegfried does not care for the army of winged soldiers attacking him. His only objective is to defeat the goat headed angel above them all. To Siegfried, its minions are as easy to cut as butter.
He is constantly moving, running through the air with his shoes, magical shoes, never stopping his flurry of attacks against the infinite number of angels. With a snap of his fingers, all angels within a ten meter radius instantly ignite, burned down to nothing by a bright orange flame. If it wasn't clear before, it certainly is obvious now, that Siegfried is a wizard. A human well versed in magic and uses magic for the benefit of others or himself.
With the small opening created by his magical fire, Siegfried uses this opportunity to load his feet with vast amounts of magical energy and lets it explode, shooting through the sky like a quick stroke of a paintbrush headed straight towards the goat headed angel. The enemy that must die.
Right now Siegfried is the only one left to stand against it. His allies lay dead or heavily wounded, unable to continue the fight against the divine forces. On the ground lays a man in heavy armor gripping a sweihander, covered in cuts, bruises and blood. Both his own and the blood of others. Fighting with all his might in order to stand up, failing. Next to him is a man with black and golden hair, dead. On a cross hangs a woman with long blond hair with a large hole in her chest, dead. These and many more are the trusted friends that Siegfried has recruited throughout his long life. Now almost all dead by the hands of the angels. Their flame of life extinguished, never to be rekindled.
The end draws near.
Shooting through the sky Siegfried closes in on the angel, readying his sword to end it. But suddenly, accidentally, Siegfried gazes into the angel's crimson eye and freezes for a brief moment. That brief moment is enough for Siegfried to receive a deep cut in his left shoulder, barely managing to escape before being split in two.
The one who cut him, a new angel that has appeared, resembles a young human. His body is pale, his hair is thick, fluffy and faintly golden, resembling the wool of a sheep and its eyes a similar color to that of Siegfried's. He has four wings and most importantly, a golden halo signaling that he is a being similar to the goat headed angel. In his right hand, a sword of light, created by magic. Its purpose, to kill Siegfried, the last threat.
With unimaginable speed, the angel disappears and reappears behind the now falling Siegfried, ready to cut him down. Siegfried reacts, turning around with a speed comparable to the angel and swings his sword to deflect the other's strike. The two blades clashing, crashing, and the blade of light slicing through Siegfried's beloved silver blade, cutting deep into his torso and splitting him in two diagonally from his right shoulder to the left side of his stomach. The pain is unbearable, but quickly fades as Siegfried falls from heaven looking at the two arch angels, his eyes being forced shut as if going to sleep.
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Slowly waking up from his sleep, Siegfried, laying in a luxurious bedroom thinks to himself:
Another ominous dream? But who were there and what happened? Only a fragment of the full picture. A single chapter of the full story.
Getting out of bed he puts on his signature clothes and heads toward the door of the large bedroom. From his inner pocket he takes out a key, golden and inlaid with three white gems in the bow. He proceeds to put it in the door's keyhole, turns it, and when he opens the door, the scenery of a bustling port town unfolds before him. Exiting, he closes the door to the small shed he came out of and wanders into the town. The door will never again be able to reach that bedroom and will now only lead to a normal shed consisting of tools and other junk.