• Chapter one: School

    I'm in high school and I like it just as much as any kid does. There's pretty girls, butthole guys, friends, enemies, drama, screw it, same old same old. Thank God that's not the story i'm telling. Heavy bookbag, hard to manuever through this crowd. Some meathead pig bumps into me. I consider turning around and frying him crispy with a lightening bolt, but reconsider. I'm supposed to help these people, not roast them. Oh, well.

    I ignore him and keep moving. Day goes by, nothing new. I wish I didn't have to pretend to be a human. I have to keep my wings concealed with a Glamour, which makes manuevering through crowds all the harder-- twelve foot wingspan, baby. Anyway, I go to class, I do this ridiculously easy work--all of which i originally learned some sixteen hundred years ago in Constantinople, thank you very much--and try not to draw too much attention to myself. School ends, bell rings, I go to the bathroom. Hey, even angels gotta pee. I finish, walk outside, and who do I see but three imps creeping down the deserted hallway.

    Oh no they didn't just set foot in my school.

    I summon my spear, the Gea Bulg, the very one I recieved from Cuchulainn (google it) just before Lugaid mortally wounded him. This lance of lightening is legendary, and has slain many evil things that should have never crawled out of hell. The demons see me, my spear, and my wings as a power down the Glamour. I extend them to full twelve-foot span. I swear to God one of them dropped dead of a heart attack. The other two start backpedaling, but I won't have any of it. I heft Gea Bulg up and BOOM! Lightening shoots down the hallway, connecting soundly with one imp's chest. The other sees this as a chance to make a break for it. Ha ha, funny. I leap forward and start flapping my wings, spear held out. It sinks into the demon's back and zaps him so good that his corpse does a 360 spin eight feet into the air.

    Now that's entertainment.

    I turn around and around, looking about for a Summoner who would have called these imps to earth. Obviously, it was a total wimp. Imps were powerless unless summoned by the hundred. It could have only been some Satan-obsessed highschooler who stumbled upon a dark tome of some sort. Now he thought he would cause some damage by summoning some imps into the school. Or, it-- WHACK!

    Some fool just took a baseball bat to the back of my head. First off, ow. Second, who in-- WHACK! Now I'm seeing spots. I round on Babe Ruth Jr., and start letting out a bolt with the same wattage as a Tazer. Satisfying. The punk teenager drops his baseball bat and goes down hard, smashing his head on the tile. i Notice he has on black jeans, a black t-shirt, and has waaaay too much metal in his face. I jerk him up by his collar and shout down his throat "Who put you up to this?" He panicks and starts thrashing and swinging at me. I clock him once in the nose--yes, I AM an angel, thank you--and tell him to start talking before i put a truth hex on him. He starts talking.

    "A guy in a black coat, with a shaved head and red eyes! He was riding a Harley! He gave me this book--" he pulls out a black leatherbound tome "--and told me to kill the guy with the wings! I don't know anything else--" I sling him across the hall into a door. Anyone who conspires with Ares is my enemy.

    I go outside. In the parking lot, in full "biker" get-up is Ares, god of war. He's wearing a black leather jacket, ripped up blue jeans, has a huge, shaved dome and sungalsses over shockingly red eyes. His t-shirt reads: Underworld's Muses. Play on Hell's angels. Tee-hee.

    "What the hell was that, Ares?" I ask as i storm up to his bike.

    "Marcus Cage, you son of a--" I kick his bike over and sling him to the pavement. I always get angry whenever Ares comes around. He gets up and we start slugging it out, boxer-style. A couple of kids make a circle around us, chanting "fight, fight, fight!" He lands a few good hits on my nose and jaw, and one body blow. I mix things up a bit: roundhouse to the jaw. Ares turns into a bobblehead as his lights go out. Like a ragdoll he hits the ground and I pull him up, slapping him into conciousness.

    "What is this all about?" I ask.

    "You took my shield," he says, sounding like a drunk through semi-conciousness.

    "No, I didn't. That was Hermes. Remember?"

    "Nah, I got it back that time; It's gone again."

    "Why did you assume it was me, you flaming idiot?"

    "I saw you. You stormed right into Hephaestus' forge, knocked out some Cyclopes, took the shield and bolted."

    "Like hell. I've been assigned here for 'bad behavior' for four years."

    "Get me my shield back, Cage. I have powerful allies."

    "Fine!" I turn and push through the crowd, go around the back of the school, spread my wings and take off, so pissed I almost forget to Cloak so humans don't see an angel flying over Hickville, USA.