CrucifixT - The Fallen Choir - The Backstory

Welcome to the first part of my new supernatural dark fantasy series CrucifixT!

Warning: Some of the themes in this story can be dark, relating to violence, torture, gang warfare, occult actions, and concepts that may seem heretical to canon beliefs.

Some Tags: Dark Fantasy, Action, Mystery, Fallen Angels, Demons, Religious Horror, Occult, Organised Crime, Gang Violence, Morally Grey, Religious-Fiction, Thriller, Faith-Crisis, Dark-Forces, Speculative-Fiction, Conspiracy, Spiritual-Warfare, Dystopian, Apocalyptic

We are the fallen, fighting the fallen, for those we have watched fall.

Question: When does an angel finally transform into a demon?

As soon as they leave heaven? When their lungs are filled with more gun and cigarette smoke than air? Or when they have finally given up on the world?

Introduction

We are the Fallen Choir.

Former Heavenly beings who no longer follow the rules. We answer to no one. Belong to no one.

Previously in the form of Seraphim, Cherubim, Virtues or the Powers, we are now our own choir – the choir of the fallen.

We've spent aeons watching from above, as those who fell below tear others apart – Those we love, and those sent down to protect those we serve.

Together, we made a deal with Heaven to fight those from Hell. A sacrifice to the council of the High Order, relinquishing our celestial rights all to achieve one thing – to stay on earth, so we can strike demons into the ground where they belong.

We gave up our holy status, our divine powers and perfect immortality. We are the hunters that are now the hunted. Becoming fallen, to crush the fallen.

Now we fight amongst the mortals, hidden in plain sight, counting the days until our time finally runs out.

Backstory

Angels don't age, but without God's power, we can’t really heal either. In fact, without his spirit, we can’t do much of anything, as most of our supernatural abilities are only performed through channelling what we have been given to wield.

The downside of this deal, or at least one of many, is simple. Once we are dead, we are dead. No Heaven, no Hell, no wandering the Earth, and thankfully no Abyss (Demon Hell). We are just as vulnerable, if not more, than those who call Earth home.

Our heavenly bodies have been limited to Angel form - the lowest rank of the Heavenly Hosts. This is the most human-like form of celestial beings that people have been known to interact with, which, for the most part, is usually indistinguishable from the general population.

We may no longer have 6 sets of beautiful wings, planet-wide interlacing rings of eyes, or beautiful bodies carved from fire or any other epic attributes our previous forms may have had. However, from within, the strength of our spirit remains the same.

With no powers from God, we have only what we can muster. Living off the land, we must fight like a mortal, feast like a mortal and more importantly, blend in just like everyone else. Assimilation, or a life hidden underground - these are our only hope if we are to survive.

Many in our ranks had former roles of tending to holy thrones, overseeing entire celestial departments, and even low-level admin tasks. Without the ability to have families, our associates were all we had to call our own.

Countless demon attacks, watching those sent down to work on Earth never return, and witnessing the constant anguish imposed on humankind. We could no longer sit back. We gave up paperwork to get our hands dirty, sacrificing our easy lives for the greater good, just as we watched our Father do two thousand years ago.

He serves mankind as a God. However, even someone as mighty as him saw the importance of serving as the Angel of the Lord. And ultimately, chose to sacrifice his own life for the betterment of mankind before finally re-ascending to heaven. A model for both angel and humankind. Now it's time for us to do the same. Though unlike him, once we’re gone, there won't be any way back.

Now mortal, our time is running short. Unable to repair, no way to recover after a fight, our bodies are all we've got. We grow weaker every day, and our choir is wearing thin.

We are the fallen, fighting the fallen, for those we have watched fall.

For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, so that whoever believes in him should not perish, but get to live an everlasting life.

John 3:16