Prologue 1
The False Prophet sat on his throne in the Palace of
the once Royal Family of the Euro Nations. The United Continents was formed
five years ago in retaliation of the all powerful Euro Nations, and in the
spate of three years, the United Continents became an equal threat and declared
war. The war was fought on four fronts was fought in the conventional way,
until a renegade nation fired off the first nuclear bomb. It sparked the war
onto a different level, and two continents were laid to waste within days.
"Prince Nordstrom," The false Prophet
heard his declared name called on by the puppet he had placed on the seat as
the Chairman of the United Continents. The Prince moved from the window where
he was watching the once beautiful courtyard of the palace, and then was
covered with armor vehicles and troops of his personal command. There were
tanks, missile launchers and personnel carriers.
"Your division had trampled up the gardens, and
above all, they are demolishing my supplies of food." President Diego,
Chairman of the United Continents complained of the prevailing conditions. He
had commander the position with the influence of the other, removing three
others who were in the running before.
"Muller, please focus on the mission on
hand." Nordstrom told off Diego by his given name. "We had words that
the Faith had sent signals to re-group the Crusaders."
"Those bunch of mis-fits?" Diego hit back.
"They had been ineffective for some time. So why worry on them?"
"The Crusaders had stopped a number of our
previous missions, and are very skillful. More to it, they have proven to be resourceful."
Nordstrom replied. "You had been a member of the Cult to know the tales of
the Crusaders."
"And we had executed a number of them in this
war, and would hunt more of them...." Diego was adamant of his success.
"Not when these are the original Crusaders;
their descendants are carrying the cause. We had always failed against them. They
are protected by the Council of Angels."Nordstrom replied back. "I
had sent for teams to remove them."
"Aren’t you getting.....?” Diego was cut off by
the other with a sharp telepathic blow to his lower torso. He went down on his
knees, and looked up to the Prince.
"Don't question me again" Nordstrom pulled
back his blow. "I would take care of the Crusaders. You continued on as
the Chairman and complete this war. I am getting tired of these resistance
groups of the United Euro. Take them off the map."
"Get me Colonel Drak. I would get the special
one to travel with him." Nordstrom told the Chairman. "Meantime, I
would be in the dungeons unless you have good news for me.”
Diego shuddered at the mentioned of the dungeon as
he had heard tales of the place, although he was forbidden to go in. It was
cursed and only the demons dwell there.
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