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Two armies fought, raging across a vast battlefield; the one was composed of mortals, the other a great host of angelic beings. Sabaoth was led by an archangel, a tall winged figure carrying a blazing sword. He was majestic and powerful, striding through the battle cutting down waves of humans with every swing. His skin was like porcelain, fine and without blemish. His wings spread out over fifteen feet on either side of him, strong enough to carry him in flight for indefinite periods of time. He was a Solar, a being of ultimate light. Leading the mortal army, in contrast, was a girl. She looked young--perhaps no older than twenty. She had long black hair, framing a face of white skin that was unnaturally pale, a sick color in opposition to the Solar's perfection. Her frame was slim and small, and she stood barely over five feet. Her outfit was simple, consisting of a loose v-neck shirt of fine material, trousers of a similar quality, and a velvet belt. She wore no armor. Her most striking trait were her eyes--the irises were an iridescent white color, tinged with pink. The girl carried no weapons. However, the mass of humanity and angels parted around her as she casually walked through, seemingly without thought. A space formed around her and the Solar, their only close company the fallen bodies of men and angels. The two glared at each other for a split second. No words were spoken. The archangel towered over her, standing over nine feet tall. Then he struck, swinging his massive flaming sword down toward her.
The air around the human general seemed to darken, light fleeing from it instead of illuminating under the glow of the blade. Her eyes seemed to flicker with luminescense. She raised a hand. An intense, pure white fire, outlined in darkness, erupted in an aura around her. As it passed into it, the angel's sword disintegrated, falling into white dust, the effect tracing all the way up to the hilt. The Solar's eyes grew wide. His foe swept her arm toward him. He flapped his wings and jumped out of the way as the blast of dark-light sailed toward him. The girl held her arms out to either side of her. The same unholy light coalesced into beautiful wings on her back, darkening the space around her. She followed him into the air, her hands shrouded in dark-light. He yelled a word in the language of angels. Thunder sounded, and lightning fell from the sky toward her, a bolt of crackling energy. The air seemed to distort around the girl, the bolt bending and curving around her to discharge harmlessly into the ground. She pointed her hand at the resolute yet outmatched Solar. White fire burned around her.
Then everything went black.
Valentine's wings faded. With no light around her, her power winked out. She fell, drifting surreally through the void ever-downward. For a brief moment the celestial-born girl wondered if she would fall forever.
Then her feet gently touched solid ground. Light flared around her. She found herself standing on an invisible platform, drifting amidst a sea of blue light. Seemingly random objects drifted with her in the air--clockwork gears, swords, strange objects of metal she did not recognize. The blue stretched on endlessly. The air seemed to shimmer. A man appeared next to her, and ahead of her, a woman. A girl, really. She looked even younger than Valentine. Her facial features were similar, but her eyes were gray, and her black hair was much longer and hopelessly tangled. She was dressed in a flowing gothic dress.
The girl smiled warmly. "Greetings. I apologize for plucking you so abruptly from your own worlds, but I assure you, time stands still. When you return, everything will be exactly as you left it." She put a strange emphasis on the word when, as if she actually meant to say if you return. "But a universe is in peril. People in one set of worlds are vanishing, depopulating them. This would be no concern of yours, but you are a part of this universe, in a way. You are inextricably linked to certain characters throughout them, and these characters face doom. Should they perish, so will you. You must travel to each of these worlds and find these avatars of yourself, and save them. When the task is complete, you will be taken back to your own worlds. Should you wish, I can erase your memory of these events. When you enter each world, you will be granted knowledge--knowledge of its physical laws, of its technology. This will equip you for your task. Two characters from this universe will be allowed to aid you in this."
"Who?" Valentine asked.
The woman was silent for a moment, her face perplexed. Then she smiled. "As for you, dear celestial, him."
A man appeared next to her. He had startling albino eyes and a messy head of short dark brown hair. His expression was perplexed. He wore a white coat, tattered and stained. "What in--?" The scientist exclaimed.
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