This was war

I walked the earth, through the blood, through the bile. This is where it ends. Father knew we would not win. It had been prophesied that Heaven would win, but that did not mean we would give up the fight easily.

This was war.

The massacre widespread, blood stained the dirt and infiltrated the water. I, the oldest of the Fallen children, walked by my father's side. Tall, red skinned, long black hair, he was the pure essence of evil. My sisters followed suit behind us. My bow slung across my back, long sword sheathed on my hip.

This was war.

As we advanced on the beautiful angels, we knew that our time had come. Unsheathing my sword, I drew it across the ground. Drawing the sign of my people, hoping that it would continue to be a sign seen on this earth, we declared the final battle.

This was war.

A battle cry left my throat as I ran to the arch angel Gabriel, and swung my sword, slicing him in two. The blood spewed on my black war dress. My red eyes lifted up as my sisters continued in my wake, defeating the angelic forces before us. Father hung back, he knew as well as I that we would not win. It would be over soon.

But this was war.

We would never give up. We may lose, the earth may have an angelic host as its ruler, but we would never give in. The blood rained on the humans below. There was a massacre going on there as well. This was all in vain, God would win.

This was war.

It was then that I saw it. Him. The Lord of Lords. Jesus and I had to fight. I knew he would win. But I could not give in without a proper fight.

After all, this was war.

My sword in my hand, his in its sheath, this would be over quickly. I swung, his majestic hand caught the blade, shattering it at his touch. The flying pieces threw me down. As I looked up at him, my time had come. He put his hand down on my back, and then... it went black.