I started writing this about a year ago, and didn't get too far. It was a fun idea to work with, and last night I was just thinking, 'huh, i'd like to start writing something again...' so I went back to this and have been rewriting it since last night.
I am seriously looking for criticism on this, as I am looking at professionalizing my style of writing as much as possible. Pot shots are welcome, and I will do my best to keep myself from taking anything personally.
Thanks guys.
Also, please keep in mind that this is all I've had time to write so far, and only represents a section of the world I'm working in. I'd like to keep this story as novel-like as possible.

Bio-Booster Armor: Reign

The new millennia heralded a change for the entirety of the world. With the arrival of the twelve Angels, avatars of the mysterious three Gods they serve. The combined military might of the entire globe could not survive more than six days against the invulnerable might of the Angels. They possessed a seemingly unlimited energy resource, easily sweeping away the most advanced military weapons of humanity. Their ethereal visages spread out among the conquered nations to hold Reign over Earth in the name of the Triad.



He stood solid that day, an unmovable, unbreakable granite. His powerful six-foot plus figure was far more built than the average person, but not to unrealistic muscle structures. Simply put, he could defend himself. Long, silver strands whipped about leisurely from his head in a perfect, straight combing, and brilliant amber eyes pierced through his enemies resolve. He stood before them, surrounded on all sides, yet still not yielding an inch. “You can think that you’ve caught me all that you want, but it isn’t going to change anything. I’m free, free to resist you, and free to fight you with all of my might. You can’t take that away from me.”
“How pathetic!” The stern voice seemed to come from all directions at once, with no clear distinction of whom it was actually speaking. “You do realize that, don’t you? I mean, you can’t seriously think that your ragtag resistance force, which you somehow managed to gather without our knowledge till now, can honestly stand against our power?”
“We’ll see.”
“Oh come now you fool,” the voice became distinct and clear, transitioning from its omniscience to a single direction before the seemingly captured man. “All you need do is look to what happened five years ago to know that all it will take to eliminate all of you is just one of us.” A brazen figure stepped out of the shadows of the dead night into view. His equally tall person was wrapped in an ornate, obsidian armor covered in red markings, while a heavy, black roman style cape draped about him. Short, violent black hair racked about in random directions, leaving his brilliant and otherworldly blue eyes to stare boldly uncovered. A strange glow seemed to surround them that bent those of weak will to his power.
“An Angel.”
“And you are Guyot, are you not? The supposed powerhouse of this human resistance force that we should fear so much? Ha! You’ll not last against even these pathetically weak standards I was ordered to bring.”
Arrogant bastard. Guyot thought hard momentarily, considering his options, “Well it seems you have me at a disadvantage…”
“On one thing it seems we can agree.”
“After all, you seem to know everything about me, and here I know nothing about you.” He smiled devilishly, “and it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to slaughter you all without first having at least learned your name, so tell me demon…just which one are you?”
A stark frown crossed the Angel’s face. Resistance always pissed him off, but he could still appreciate the gall to do such a thing before such a superior being, “very well. I shall grant your last wish. I am Death, 12th of the Angels and he who is sent to smite those that oppose the Triad.”
“You supposed gods can’t save you now, dog!” Guyot raised his fists, “now come get your ass beat.”

Quite the set up you have there T-Dawg. Very intriguing, I'm definately keen on seeing more of this, especially with the way everything is arranged and how Guyot appears to be on the good side, two clawed thumbs up :D

Thanks alot Kaiser ;) I appreciate your comments. I'm hoping to get a good chunk more done over the weekend.

How could he escape them, the dreams of the previous months? Many times he had tried to escape their realism, but never would they leave his mind; always were they there, prying at his sanity. Once more they came upon his collective thinking as a tidal wave of chaos. He watched, young and helpless, the ever more grim reality of it all as the shadows spread across his dreamscape, consuming the lush green fields that he had contained his sanity to since he’d watched his parents murdered before his very eyes just five years earlier.
The shadows, they had a life all their own, curling and sweeping from the outer bounds of the horizon towards its center, the very core of Cory’s control. As they closed in on him, they rippled up and around as the ocean does in massive waves. Threads of the reflective black ooze shot up and around to converge above him, effectively closing him in an ever-shrinking birdcage of thinking, living material.
Pain. Realistic pain, the kind that you see vividly in your dreams, but that you feel throughout your whole being racked his whole body. Desperately he clung to his knowledge that this was no more than a dream, but still it would not eliminate the pain, as his dreamscape collapsed and the shadows invaded his body, warped it and lashed out to break his sanity and release the chaos inside.
But, it stopped. Somehow, just as it always had, the shadows just disappeared and things returned to normal; he returned to the true world.
Cautiously Cory picked himself up off of the soft ground of the park where he’d collapsed on his way home from a late meeting at school when the dream, or rather nightmare had once again struck him. He could slowly recall more and more of the events leading up to the dream as he recomposed himself and gathered up the things he’d dropped. Shrugging off the dream as he always did, he started off once more on his way home through the massive park, clearing his mind as best he could.



God how he hated their arrogance, their sheer ego to believe themselves so superior to humanity. It boiled within him such a rage that even he could barely control it, but Guyot resolved to compose himself as best he could. Sure, the standards – mindless, soulless, and expendable troops of the triad – were an easy enough task, but the angel…that was another story. I can afford to play no games with him. None of us have before faced off against an angel. I must prepare for the worst.
Quickly the seven standards, humanoid forms standing roughly seven feet tall covered in the mass of organic bio-armor plates and living materials, broke out from their line behind Death and surrounded Guyot in a blur of movement that any normal human would perceive as one continuous stream of color. However, he was no ordinary man, and he saw all of their movements, in and out around him in successive bursts coming ever closer to him.
When the first approached in a blur of movement with an armored fist, Guyot saw it as if it were a normal human attacking him, and jumped backwards slightly while raising his hand to cup the creature’s fist. The transfer of energy from fist to hand only pushed him backwards a little faster thanks to his quick action. Easily he summed up all of their performance from just that one strike, and distributed more energy throughout his body to offset their strength. Grasping his opportunity, he pushed a gathered amount of energy through his grasping hand, and with a quick motion, forced his attacker back and up off the ground to smash many feet away through a tree.
“Huh,” Guyot smiled and exhaled deeply. “That all you got?”


A thunderous sound rumbled through the trees from not far off in the park, and caught all of Cory’s attention. “What the hell…” Curiosity getting the better of him, he headed off in the direction of the sound.
It was a scuffle of some sort, and one that he could hardly make out from the distance he was at. Slowly he crept forward, keeping down in the bush line in order to not be seen. Quickly he recognized just how bad of a situation this was as he got close enough to recognize seven standard warriors, slaves of the triad, and a single black-armored man that he immediately recognized as an angel.
Fuck. I need to get the hell out of here before I get caught up in this. Just as he started to move away the standards broke away and he got his first look at the one the angel was after. Something about that silver-haired man struck him as familiar, and he found himself unable to move.



Guyot got his reply, as all of the standards attacked at once, and despite his quick defensive actions, one of them landed a punch that led to a score of attacks on him that he was unable to block. Eventually one of them hit him hard enough to send him flying up in the air and down into the ground some ten feet away, spraying up dirt around him. Blood rolled down his chin and neck from his mouth as he slowly drew himself to his feet.
“Son of a bitch. I wasn’t expecting that.” The angel smiled deviously at him. Arrogance is a downfall you stupid bastard, and I’m going to make sure you don’t ever forget that.
“Isn’t it about time you give up? You don’t honestly think you can win, do you?” The angel gestured towards his standards, “I mean, even IF by some minute chance you manage to take out all of these pathetic weaklings, then you have to deal with me, and you’re not going to beat me…so give up now.”
“ARROGANT BASTARD!” He screamed it out with all of his might, throwing forward a fist at an attacking standard with all of his power. Crunching into the head armor of the standard, skin slowly shredded off of his hand as think smoke rose off it from the sheer energy that was charged within it.
Death was actually surprised at the sheer power that Guyot released in that one punch, plowing into the warrior’s head with so much force that it literally blew through the armor and destroyed that unit. It slumped down to the ground in front of the silver-haired man in a pile of blood.
Energy wrapped around Guyot in a field that ripped at his flesh, though not in a painful way. This was the first time he’d ever used his full power in an actual fight. He concentrated, deep within on that mass of anger and used it as a catalyst for the transformation, taking that incredible emotional energy and using it to step forward into his true form.



Awe and fear washed over Cory as he watched the man’s skin burn away to reveal a second, stranger skin below; something almost like armor. Somewhere, deep in his mind, the form felt familiar, as if he’d seen it before.
He stood there now, the aura of energy dissipating. His body was a molding of dull red muscular structure, and both opal and black armored plating, with a series of symmetrical spikes rising out of his forehead. His brilliant yellow eyes glowed a furious hatred towards the angels, and all their tools, while the blade rising out backwards, just past his elbow at the edge of his forearm glinted in wait for the moment it would sink its sleek, elegant structure into each and every one of his opponents.
Raising his arm he concentrated a stream of energy into a small ball in his hand that he thrust forward at the angel. In a quick burst of Guyot’s explosive energy, he had laid waste to all of the standards, which had gathered instantly around the angel to protect him. Guyot smiled, and the angel frowned.
“Now look what you’ve done,” he scoffed. “Now I’ve no choice but to kill you myself.” A wicked smile rose from one cheek to the other, and the angel mouthed a single command, “Tsiriel.”
A blast of energy erupted around him and ripped up the ground all around so far that Guyot actually had to raise his own energy barrier to stop it from hitting him. Cory was knocked back by the blast, which cleared much of the surrounding greenery.
Shit. Guyot finally noticed the boy. Why the hell didn’t I sense him earlier? This is not what I need right now. As if this battle wasn’t going to be hard enough…
Cory coughed the dust out of his lungs and carefully got up, still a little wobbly from the knock back. What he saw that moment carved into his mind, to memories he’d buried deep within his subconscious. That black armor and red markings. Those peering red eyes. It was him. It was the beast that ripped his parents away from him.
Anger and pain unlike anything that he’d ever felt racked him, and Cory fell back into the dream once more.



Comments/suggestions? Please post!
Next big chunk will prolly be a while again. I hate school and it's busy-ness.

Wow, very nicely done, just a few minor things, of which I already informed you of. Maybe in future you can use the enter key more often when you're trading dialogue, that way it doesn't get lost in the larger paragraphs when two people are trading wors back and forth :D

Very good

I cant wait to read more, keep up the good work

Thanks alot guys. I really appreciate your comments.