San Marcos, Texas. Thirty-seven thousand souls situated two-thirds of the way between San Antonio and Austin. In the eyes of the militant mind, lacking the vitality for the efforts of the grander scheme. Certainly its possible that some strategic values exist, but currently the town is being overlooked for the moment. . . Though for the two serving heavenšs cause, it is their home. An unlikely pairing of a Cherub of Flowers, and a Malakite of Creation currently in service to Stone.
The city is also home to South West University. SWT, as the locals would oft times call it, is the sort of place that could shape the destinies of several lives. It could also be used to tear them apart, and fling them to their fate. A perfect place to exploit for those with the right kind of ambition. . . A perfect place for an aspiring Free Lilim. Especially one who has made a deal with the Prince of Fate.
The select few of Heaven, or for that matter Hell, who did cast their eyes upon the potentials this sleepy hovel could brew, were not alone in their recourse. A dark and great power, cast its jealous gaze from its domain in the far-far marches. Be it a servitor of chaos incarnate, A prideful Aztec or Mayan god, or even the mighty Bast. . . Who is to say? Yet the Realm became infested by the minions of the fallen Ethereal Deity.
Without the opposition of the Archangel of Purity, the invasion went relatively quickly. Had not the Angels and Demons of the surrounding region intervened, a third power would firmly dig its claws into the prize. Forever changing the nature, and possible outcomes of The War.
And the Celestials fought, and once more vanquished the malcontent ones. But it came with a heavy price. A mortal witness paid with his life. An anvil stamped firmly into his now pulverized skull.
. . .And three days will come to pass. . .