Heaven's Raid

Clean air, no diseases, no suffering is something many humans want. They crave peace when they create war. What's going on right now is just another way to that peace, but you and your kind fought us. But look at you now, bloodied and beaten. You were the strongest of your kind, and even I have to admit that you were stronger than us. Especially since you obtain that power from the old man. You're not only powerful, but you're also beautiful, and if it wasn't for this war, I'd make you my bride. I feel like I'm doing all the talking here, sweetheart This angelic being was standing on top of a woman's chest. She had dark skin, and her hair was long and curly. Her eyes could pierce straight through you, and her body was curvy and had a medium bust. Blood trickled down her head, but it wasn't red. They were two different colors. One color is black, and the other is golden. She looked up at him with vicious intent, a face tormented with pain, hatred and guilt. The heavens were on fire, hell frozen, and the earth in shambles. Everything in the universe is being erased. With some of her strength, she grabbed his ankle and crushed it. The golden blood of the angel splattered everywhere. He backed up, quickly, falling over, but in seconds, the wound was healed. He looked up at her. "You know this wound is easy to heal, right?" the angelic said. The woman didn't answer but turned her back and looked into the sky. She stretched her black and white wings, then flew into the atmosphere. While everything was being erased, the stars remained untouched. Comets and shooting stars shoot by, her aura spreads throughout the universe, giving it a new shine. The angelic being rose behind her but didn't attack her, didn't disturb her one bit. She turned to him and looked with a smile. It wasn't one of happiness; it was a means of an end, and he knew it. He didn't feel fulfilled by it, getting rid of an enemy that had been a thorn in his side for years. So why does he feel so uneasy about getting rid of her? "What have you done to me? Answer me, woman!" he screamed. She looked at him and laughed, then immediately got serious. With one hand covered in the purest light and the other covered with the blackest darkness. As calmly and softly as she could have told him "I'm going to kill you and fix everything, even if I disappear" [ Fifteen years ago ] Up to her neck in tar and about to drown, a hand reaches out to her. Fingertips away, she could hear the person calling to her. Even though she could hear her name being called, it was in a completely different language. It sounded almost inhuman. The tar is now going in her mouth, and the sense of urgency kicks in even more. She tries grabbing the hand, but then her hands go limp as she begins to drown. Then, the tar suddenly turns into water. As oxygen leaves her lungs and bubbles float to the surface, a being of pure light gently pushes her to the top. A couple of moments passed before she took a breath, spitting out the water. The ocean beneath her seemed to get shallow. She opened her eyes to see a pink sky mixed with oranges. Different constructs of light flew down to her, touching her face. She usually doesn't like people touching her face, but this time it was comforting to her. To the very back, she saw a construct made of darkness. Its presence shook her soul because it was the only one with facial features. It had hazel eyes, a slender nose and pearly white teeth. It smiles at her as it inches closer; the feeling of dread sets in again. The light construct moved out of its way, the dark construct knelt next to her and tried placing its hand on her. She wakes up Feeling disorientated, she reached to turn on the lights but fell out of bed. The fall gave her a new headache to deal with as well. She got up and stumbled towards the light switch, holding her head. Once the lights were on, she sat down on the bed. Each breath she took came out frosty, the room felt like it was in the middle of a crazy blizzard. Which was insane because it was currently in the middle of the summer. Also, they were in the middle of a heatwave, so this cold made no sense. She shivered out of her room to escape the cold, but the cold followed her. It wasn't as bad as before, but at least it was bearable. It was 6:30 in the morning and the city of New York was also waking up. She walked into the living room and lay on the couch to comfort her headache, then was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Whyyyy?" She groaned while heading over. The bell kept ringing over and over again, each time sounding louder and louder. This irritated her even more. She grabbed the door and flung it open, almost knocking over the old woman behind it. But after seeing the lady, her expression softened. "Oh, did I catch you at a bad time?" the old woman asked. "You didn't, Mrs Coleman. "Why are you here anyway?" she asked with the gentlest of tones. "I just wanted to check up on you, darling. You should come over more, Seila. I miss you a lot, you know", Mrs Coleman said. "I'm Deanna, remember? Seila.." Deanna stumbles through her words. "Seila died earlier this year, remember?" "What are you talking about? "Wait, are you going through another phase again? "Remember I told you it's ok to find yourself, but every month can't be a new thing," said Mrs Coleman firmly. "No, no, I'm not your daughter; she died", Deanna tried to remind her. Mrs Coleman was a Caucasian woman in her late seventies, and she was the landlord. Miss Coleman was wrinkled and had long white hair. She smelt like hot chocolate and mint and had a warm, welcoming smile, but that smile soon faded as she remembered what had happened. Her daughter committed suicide two months ago, and Mrs Coleman has never really accepted it since then. Tears raced down her face, and she placed her face in her hands and balling. Deanna pulled her in close, trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you", Mrs Coleman apologised. "It's fine", Deanna smiled. "You guys are so alike. I think you're her most times. I can't believe she's gone. She was my everything since my husband died from cancer. "Seila's last words were that he was waiting for her," Mrs Cole said. "What?" Deanna felt a little scared. "Yeah, she suddenly turned super-religious. She even tried taking me to church with her, but since I'm not a religious type, I'd refuse. Right before she died, she told me that he was calling her, begging her to join him. He was waiting for her, and she should hurry," Mrs Coleman said. "Who was that, her dad?" Deanna asked. "No God himself," Mrs Coleman Suddenly, everything wasn't there more. Deanna saw a woman with hazel hair on a crucifix with thousands of other people behind her in the same position. Her sight suddenly shifted to something else. She could only make out the wings before being pulled back into reality. Deanna grabbed her chest, trying to slow her breathing. The headache from this morning returned, as well as the extreme cold. She got flashes of nausea every twenty seconds; the feeling of vomiting toyed with her until her legs gave out. Mrs Coleman made sure she was okay with tears in her eyes - this feeling of fright was familiar to her. "Deanna, are you okay? "Do I need to call an ambulance?" Mrs Coleman panicked. Deanna struggled to get her bearings. She had never felt anything like that before, and those images what they were about. "You shouldn't go to work today," Mrs Coleman told her. "That's not even a question," Deanna said. "Come on now, this is ridiculous", Mrs Coleman touched her arm. She realized how cold Deanna was, almost getting frostbite in the process. "I'm fine, okay. I hope you have a good day and feel better," Deanna said before closing the door. Mrs Coleman laid her hand on the door and softly muttered the words, "I won't lose you either." On the inside, Deanna felt something running down her face - she touched it and saw red on her fingers. She rushed to the mirror to see blood pouring from her eyes, but it wasn't hurting her. It eventually stopped, but the fear stayed. She contemplated staying home, but Deanna had already skipped work too many times. She got dressed and left the house. Headset plugged in to ignore everything else. She blasted music at full volume. Imagines from this morning kept flashing in her mind. Deanna walked down the street confused and afraid. She stopped at a traffic light. While waiting for the light to turn green, Deanna felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She immediately felt annoyed. Against her better judgement, Deanna turned to see a woman who was about twenty-three years old, who had ginger hair with freckles on her face. The only thought that could come to Deanna's mind was "Not this bitch." "Hey DD, how's your morning going?" she asked. "Only friends and family could call me DD," Deanna said. "I'm your friend," the woman answered. "Kira, I don't like you", Deanna rubbed her forehead. "But you walk to work with me every day", Kira was surprised. Deanna started ignoring her after that. She started to understand what she saw in that vision earlier. It could be heaven she saw, but that still doesn't make any sense. Those people were crucified, so wouldn't that make it hell? The light turned green, and she headed off to work. In a realm separated from our own was a kingdom of silver. As you approach it, you come upon pearly gates. If you get past them, you'll enter heaven, a realm of the righteous and the good-willed. Well, that is what it was before. All the souls are now gone and every new soul that enters is taken somewhere else. There are only a couple of thousand angels left there; the others left the Silver City. Three angels were heading towards a room, talking to each other. "I can't wait for this". One of them said "This is going to be amazing" The second smiled happily. "This was in the works for millennia". The third one agreed. They entered a room with another angel, but this one was different from the other. He stood on a platform with his back turned to them. The others knelt before him. "Congratulations on your promotion, brother," one of the Angels said. "Are the preparations finished yet?" He asked without facing them. "Almost, we just need one more," they answered. The on the platform angel sprouted ten wings, and a bright light filled the area. On earth, all around the planet, little portals sprouted. They were unnoticeable by humans. They were signaling the beginning of something.