Circle

Flames licked at the sides of the stockade. Death had come. The bodies of the Templar lay strewn about, broken and lifeless. The shattered hastas of the enemy littered the ground. Lucien walked through the charred wreckage examining the annihilation. The Celestial Exalted had sent only two demons to do this: the Gaurdian of Sleep and the Green Sun (fetich of Malfeas himself). Once the tallest Himmel in all the lands now lay in ruins about him. The Engel who flew in its defense were gone, smote from the sky or fled to some other venue.

From what he had known prior to being sucked away from his realm and his lord, Lucien knew that this war had been waged for some time. The opening between Creation and this realm of the Engel had been unexpected even for his master. The entrance of flying men with powers akin to the God Blooded threatened to collaspe the fledgling new Realm growing up from the broken Imperial dynasty.

The Exalted had responded slowly to the raiders and their armies. Their forces had been attempting to rebuild what once was lost, to return to the former glory of what was the First Age. Another war they did not want nor need. Yet war comes to those who do not want them. The legions marched...

"Here is your evidence, Exalt." he said tossing the head to the sorcerer, "Your war is over."

To be continued...