Last Angel~

The humans of the world, separated by race, pride and hatred ; fight for the last ounces of resources left on these burnt lands, crisped with the blood of fallen ancestors. Is such a treasure so worth it that the trade of lives and vengeful spirits must be the price to pay? Of course to those who have not experienced pain for centuries can not feel the emotions of revenge and hatred can not comprehend the actions of the warlords of each nation. A world of political segregation and empirical prowess is enough to create an 'immortal' aura for those who possess too much power for the feeble minded. The humans slay all who block furthering of one's kingdom, thus, the evil which precedes the land of Earth increases with slaying of angels who seek to protect the humans from self damnation.

As centuries pass, kingdoms have fallen, resources are bare and minimal, the grounds are covered in blood and the surviving nations grow weak. The angels too have suffered; many of the humans have slain the angels who walk in peace to protect, but are slain for their bounty/riches. Eternal pain stricken the land which the humans walk and the race of humans begins to die out and grow poor. Those who were rich from greed, now looting and plundering innocent villages. This world has degenerated into a world of anarchy. No one is to be trusted, no one is to be merciful - only those who are ruthless and with the intent to kill will survive outside the gates of any kingdom. The land between nations are governed as 'no man's land' and are filled with the exiled, the traitors, the murderers, the thieves and witches.

All but one stands, all but one has remained to see the eternal damnation for humans.The last angel to survive in this world, the one who has yet to fall seeks to find peace for the humans. The last one standing who has experienced the spite of humans, the greed, the lust, the revenge and above all, the pain of living in a squandered and horded land. The last angel wore a glorious silky, white gown which fit firmly on its body. It's face was a pale white with no blemish, no pain. it's golden hair ran down past its breasts and glowed during the dark. It's stature, its glory, just sat on the highest point of Earth, watching the endless battles of humans; pondering. It had no facial expression, it had no remorse, no emotions, just a goal - that is to drive the humans to peace and to unite against the evils reigning over the land.

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This is kind of the main idea of a massive piece I am going to write during my holidays. I hope I can get a hundred pages or so done for it. Let me know if you guys like it or not.