“My men call me a Goddess of War…” Arega spoke softly to the king at the meal. He stared at her in near disbelief as her wings spread slightly. He was not used to seeing fallen angels yet, something that was probably for the best. She continued, walking towards him and setting her hands on the table, staring at him with piercing green eyes that had lines of molten gold. “I correct them only by asking them to call me by what I am…. An Angel of war.”

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When the fallen angels were expelled from what they had known to call their homes, most did not know what to do while others took it as a passing thing, something quite normal. Some of the angels that had come to earth and become but fallen beings formed tribes. Some of these tribes were righteous, making things right for the world, doing nothing but justice in whatever way they could. Other tribes would become healers and help heal illness or plague or wounds of people in various cities, they would be called upon for help and they would come, without asking you why you were harmed or how, not even caring who you were. Other clans varied; there was the clan that had taken it upon themselves to learn and to teach, taking their falling as a sign. To them it meant there was more out there than their celestial homeland. To them learning of this Earth and its inhabitants was just as important as helping them. So they did. They helped in any way possible, but most importantly, they learned and they taught.

Then there were the tribes that wandered Earth aimlessly, in pain and in confusion, without any answer to why they might be here. Some of this clan had felt oppressed, betrayed by their homeland and turned its back to it viciously. In anger and spite that they had been hurled into the unknown so suddenly they grew to know what humans called hatred. And with the hatred they learned so great, their wings turned a pure black while they ravaged the lands, angels who wanted to take everything in their passing and become supreme beings if only in an attempt to reestablish themselves in the same way that they had lived in their celestial home. Meanwhile others that wandered believed they had a purpose but had no idea what purpose it was. The waited and mingled with each other, going from place to place without really doing anything but waiting in silence, afraid to touch or become involved in anything that the humans did, they did not want to change anything that was meant to be without their intervention. So they waited in silence, wandering the lands aimlessly. But not all clans were good, as time passed more and more fallen angels began to know of human emotions, like hatred and greed and loneliness. Desperation, depression and anger, they would pretend to be good and instead rape and kill and destroy. Many fallen angels lost their ways, many more moved from earth to the Marakian dimension once they discovered that –unlike any other being in existence- they have the ability to cross from earth to the Marakian dimension whenever they wish to, as long as they fly in a certain direction day will turn into night and like passing a border, they will appear in the Marakian lands.

Arega is one of the wanderers. One of the first fallen angels, daughter to the one they called Michael, made not of his seed but of his essence and lieutenant to his armies. Stripped from her father and from her land, her rank remained and rose. In the eve of despair, pain and confusion, she became the leader of these bands, and the fallen angels formed into the clans they are now. Years of leadership, years of watching Michael lead taught her well. But nothing had prepared her for something as cataclystic as this.

Arega lead them when she herself had no idea what to do. She warned them to not interact with the humans; told them there must be a reason for this. She told them to watch for a sign. And they did.

Some of her clan broke off and became the ravenous and dangerous. Others broke off to find their individual meaning to life now that they were but mortals. The others had grown to dislike Arega but did not know what else to do, where else to go. So they followed in silence, whispering behind her back. Slowly the clans were learning of human emotions and acts, like treachery and hate and deceit while Arega lead them on, waiting earnestly for a sign, blindly leading but not ignorant of what was happening, how in some way the splitting of the clans was her doing.

Years passed, and Arega’s clan slowly dwindled in numbers. The members began to break off as they fell in love with mortals or others and settled down or formed clans of their own, clans that knew what they wanted to do. Be it good or bad, on earth or in Marakian lands.

Arega was growing weary and her faith was faltering every day more. She was growing hopeless and depressed, suicidal and uncaring. When finally, the sign came. War and destruction struck the land on a fateful night where life in her eyes changed.

The sign had arrived, the Marakai had come to Earth through a portal opened in Wales.

Forming her clan into ranks, Arega created an army, fighting off the demons they came by, defending villages and striking down those that would hurt the innocent and the mortals of Earth. If there was something Arega knew, it was of war and leadership. The ones that had grown to resent her for holding them back from any intervention on the humans stopped caring as they too took up sword, shield and armor to help in the many battles ahead.

And so it became that Arega was again respected as Arega the General. She saved many of her ranks’ lives, she was selfless and near suicidal with her body, never with her army as a whole, but she seemed uncaring to whatever happened to her as long as the others lived. She taught and commanded her army to help others in need in any way possible, they’d work for money when needed or used trade to feed the ranks of the army. They wandered following small armies of the Marakai, extinguishing them, defending villages cities and towns from them. Their purpose was known, they were to destroy the Marakai disease that had come upon earth and close off the Marakian dimension. This was the meaning of their falling. This was the reason they were here.

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