The Oharan Chronicles

The Oharan Chronicles




Chapter 1: Winds of Battle


A lone figure stood atop a mountain, staring down to the plains below. It was a man, standing about six feet and two inches, long, blood red hair falling down past his waist. A cross shaped scar cut into his cheek, and blue eyes shining with the light of Heaven. A long blade was slipped inside his belt, the black sheath reflecting the light of the sun. Twelve wings were upon his back, spread wide, beautiful white feathers gently rustling in the soft wind. This creature was Oharas, the Second God.
The year, 666,666. The year that prophecy ordained would bring all of Hell\'s armies, and their leader, the great dragon dubbed \"Sin\". The pure manifestation of impurity and death. A beast larger than any other. Oharas had met him once, and had sealed him, though it took the bulk of his Angelic power. With his sword, Oharas had sealed Sin in the deepest layers of Hell, but there was a drawback. Sin was bound for one hundred thousand years, but he was permitted to revive all the demons killed in the past, and create new beasts. They could make one legion a day, for the duration of Sin\'s imprisonment. Oharas often doubted if Heaven and its armies could kill so many, but Oharas had killed countless demons with one sweep of his sword, what danger was there?
Oharas\' left hand stroked the hilt of his sword, the perfect wrapping around the handle felt like silk to him. A marvel of craftsmanship, a blade HE had forged, and a smile crossed his face at the thought that he had made such a beautiful blade. His deep blue eyes strayed to the sword, and he pulled it from its sheath with his right hand. The blade shimmered in the light of the sun, and Oharas looked over the beautiful hamon line of the sword. He had used this sword more than any other, and yet there wasn\'t a single scratch or dent upon it. This sword had gone against the greatest of demons, and had come away unharmed, it almost seemed to get sharper with each demon that fell to it, and the blade had cut through too many monsters and demons to count, how Oharas had forged such a great weapon, he still did not know. Oharas gave the sword one last thought, and slid it gently into its sheath.
The war was coming, it would be here in a matter of days, the prophesied moment was at hand, and a massive army of demons would come. Oharas only hoped that his family would be spared from the wrath of Sin and his beasts.

Elsewhere....


The Angel John turned in his bed, and was granted a wondeful vision. His bride, Exscelsiya, lay there, , her dark black hair hanging across her cheek. He gently brushed her hair away, and stared at her fully revealed face. Exscelsiya opened her ice-blue eyes at his gentle touch, and smiled shyly as he kissed her softly. Their lips locked for a brief moment, and they pulled away slowly.
\"Good morning, beautiful.\" John said quietly.
Exscelsiya blushed slightly, and scooted closer to him, embracing him in her soft arms, and he, embracing her in return. They shared a sweet and passionate kiss, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand played with his long black hair, still holding him close.
\"Good morning, John.\" she said as she kissed him again.
Light poured through the window by the bed, and shone on the white sheets covering it. John looked, and Exscelsiya\'s features could almost be seen through the covers of the bed. She could feel his stare, and rose gently out of the covers, kissing him yet again, smiling brightly. The blankets were down to her waist, and he looked over her features, her skin seemed pale, which almost made it shine in the light. He pulled her down onto him and stared into her beautiful eyes. She pressed against him, sighing happily as he held her tighter.
\"I love you so much.\" John said, staring at his bride.
\"I love you too.\" she said, smiling again.
\"I wish we\'d had more time to be like this before the war.\" John said, a frown crossing his face.
\"We\'ve had almost a hundred thousand years. What more could you ask for?\" she said.
\"Eternity.........\" he replied quietly.
Exscelsiya\'s eyes seemed to brighten, and she pulled him closer, and the two felt no fear in eachother\'s arms, even with the war coming....


In the Sanctuary of the Oharans



Abbacus and Raziel had taken the coming war more seriously than most Angels. They had spent the entire time between the last war and now training. Abbacus\' power had tripled during this time, and Raziel\'s had quadrupled. They were some of the strongest Angels in Heaven, and well known for their unique abilities. Abbacus had learned several abilities from Raziel, and vice versa.
\"Get ready!\" Raziel yelled to Abbacus.
Raziel summoned his wraith-blade, it\'s white energy shining brightly. Infused with the Angel Ariel\'s soul energy, the blade was massively powerful, and very dangerous.
\"Bring it on.\" Abbacus whispered to himself.
Raziel rushed forward, raising his wraith-blade, ready to attack. Abbacus dodged the strike by a fraction of an inch, and swung his twin swords toward the great Angel. Raziel launched himself into the air, doing a quick back-flip, bringing his blade down on Abbacus. Abbacus reacted as quickly as he could, blocking the attack with one sword, and swinging the blade in his left hand toward Raziel. Raziel slammed his right foot down on the flat of the blade and leaped into the air once again, but Abbacus had expected this. The great Angel launched a ball of telekinetic energy at the Angel of Secrets, knocking him to the ground. Abbacus raced to Raziel\'s limp body, readying his swords for a strike. But Raziel rolled to the right and caught Abbacus with a punch with his left hand. Abbacus was caught off guard but not beaten.
Raziel swung his sword at Abbacus again, but he had already recovered and blocked the attack with both blades. The two backed away from eachother, taking up a combat stance, the look in their eyes telling the same stories. Tragedy filled them both, but this was no time for regrets and pain, a war was coming, and without ready soldiers, how could Heaven win? The two rushed at eachother, Raziel brought his wraith-blade down on the sword in Abbacus\' left hand, knocking it away from him. Raziel brought his blade within inches of Abbacus\' neck before finally stopping. Thinking he\'d won, Raziel let out a small chuckle, but the sword in Abbacus\' right hand was held at Raziel\'s waist.
\"Good job, Raziel,\" Abbacus said, sheathing his sword, \"but not quite good enough. I\'m glad to know that you have enough power to contest with me.\"
\"Don\'t get too cocky, Abbacus. We need confidence, not blind arrogance in the battle to come.\" Raziel said, dismissing his wraith-blade.
\"I know, my mentor. I just enjoy having a little fun now and again.\" Abbacus said quietly.
Abbacus\' clawed hand scratched at an itch under the mop of wheat-colored hair on his head, almost cutting at the skin. Raziel\'s hair was quite different from Abbacus, an almost bleached silver, with two long tufts hanging in front of his face.. Raziel\'s soft eyes focused on the scar on the left side of Abbacus\' face, a cross, cut into his cheek and brow. Given to him by his own sister long ago, well, his sister was inhabiting the body of the one who gave him the scar, and because of that, he never blamed her.
\"Good job today, Abbacus.\" Raziel said.
\"Thank you,\" Abbacus said, picking up his other sword and sheathing it, \"Raziel.\"
Abbacus headed toward the massive marble doorway, pausing only briefly to look at a mural painted on the white granite wall. Drawn in the paint made from the melted strands of Angels hair, a picture stared at him with eyes of white fire. Oharas was painted in this mural, his eyes glowing white, next to him, holding a sword, was the terrible demon Domaddadon. Within the mural, the shade of another being stood next to Oharas, with eyes of red.
\"Oharas and X.\" Abbacus whispered to himself.
Abbacus walked out of the training room, and started down the hallway, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the granite walls. Ahead of him, a familiar and pleasant face was walking through the same hall.
\"Greetings!\" the woman called.
\"Hello, Lhachwen.\" Abbacus replied.
Lhachwen was Abbacus older sister, her hair was much like his, wheat-colored, but brighter than his. She was a woman by all standards, rather shapely, with blue eyes staring out from behind tufts of beautiful hair. She wore a black trench coat made of leather, with the symbol of the Razielim hanging from her neck. Abbacus had the same symbol hanging from his, as did many, but his was made of gold, hers made of silver. As they passed they shared a nod, and continued onward, Abbacus reflecting on his scar. When he had received that scar, he had been inhabiting the body of a young boy, now a man, named John. Lhachwen had been inhabiting the body of a woman, and John had pursued her, loving her even, or so he thought. After turning him down, the woman offered her control to Lhachwen, and she, infuriated at the insult of a young man, killed a friend of John. He was furious, and went into battle, and a scar was left on his face, and that crossed over to Abbacus.
\"Interesting memories.....\" Abbacus said to himself.
Abbacus continued down the hallway to his quarters, and the shrine he had constructed to his lost love, Adrienne.....




Meanwhile...



Cain walked through the halls, passing Abbacus just outside his quarters, addressing him briefly.
\"Hello, Abbacus. What have you been up to?\" Cain asked.
\"Training, making sure I will be ready for the war.\" Abbacus said as he placed his hand on the knob of the door.
\"I have been preparing myself as well. Raziel and I have hardly had a moment to ourselves, or our loved ones. But.....then again, Raziel doesn\'t have any loved ones. His bride was killed, and sealed in Raziel\'s great energy blade. How tragic that one loses the one they love like that.\" Cain said, forgetting what Abbacus had gone through years ago.
A painful memory flooded Abbacus\' mind. How he had fallen in love with a young Angel named Adrienne, how they had been so deeply in love. And how she had become pregnant with his child, and how Sin, the great and terrible dragon, had killed her. Abbacus had tried to end his life after that, plunging himself into the Lake of Black Tears. The lake had been made by all the tears cried by John and Oharas, and was rumored to be made of pure sorrow and pain, and thus, would destroy anything that fell into it. But Oharas had saved him, and yet burdened him. Abbacus\' jaw tightened, the pain piercing his heart.
\"Oh....I\'m sorry. I\'d forgotten...\" Cain said apologetically.
\"It\'s alright, Cain. You needn\'t worry.\" Abbacus said as he pushed the door open and entered his chambers, closing the door behind him.
\"I\'m sorry......\" Cain whispered, wishing Abbacus could hear him.
Cain frowned, and walked forward, his yellow eyes staring at the stained glass windows that lined the granite hall. He turned and walked into the training room, and saw Raziel conversing with Oharasu, John\'s son.
\"Greetings!\" Oharasu called to Cain, waving happily.
Oharasu looked much like his namesake, Oharas. He had black hair, unlike Oharas, but it was about the same length and fell much the same was as Oharas\' did. He had dark eyes, like his father, a deep coal-black. His build was thin, yet muscular, and he seemed to convey an aura of undeniable power. And finally, showing how much like Oharas he truly was, he had a cross-shaped scar cut into his left cheek, he\'d had it since birth. His bride, Ayame, stood by his side, hanging off his arm. She wore a somewhat revealing top, showing the gentle swell of her breasts, and small shorts that only covered a small portion of her legs.
\"You may as well be wearing your underwear.\" Cain said jokingly to Ayame.
\"Why Cain, are you straing at me again?\" Ayame laughed.
\"I have Uma, I don\'t think I need to stare. Besides, even if I was interested, your husband there would kill me...slowly, most likely.\" Cain said.
Oharasu turned to Cain, looking over his features. He was a tall man, standing well over six feet, and his long black hair hung down to his shoulders. Cain had once been the greatest of all vampires, and even after entering Heaven, his appearance had not changed. His fingernails were long claws capable of shredding steel. He was very muscular, and was one of the strongest known creatures known in Heaven. Cain almost always refused to wear a shirt, showing his muscles, that often got an interesting reaction from the younger Angel women.But he did always wear leather gloves that allowed his claws to come through. Cain\'s pants were made of tight-fitting leather, and around his lower leg and ankles was what could only be described as a stone brace. While it was just simple armor-like leather, it\'s appearance was that of stone.
Oharasu brought his eyes to Raziel, the Angel of Sercets. His skin was extremely pale, but he was an attractive man. His hair was the color of silver, and many young Angels admired him. His robe was a deep grey color and seemed to swirl like water, and his wings were sky-blue.
\"So, what have you three been talking about?\" Cain asked.
\"Discussing the war, planning, trying to formulate a strategy.\" Oharasu replied.
\"What plan could you possibly need?,\" Cain asked, \"All you need to do is send old Oharas and the boy here into the battle and they\'ll mop up an entire army in a matter of minutes. What strategies could you ever need with such powerful creatures? But what have you come up with thus far?\"
\"Nothing too complicated, we\'re just wondering how many legions of Angels we should send in during the first battle.\" Raziel answered.
\"The first battle will probably be the smallest, but...I wouldn\'t rely on Sin to be conventional. I would imagine twenty legions. Sin has been known to use at least that many, even in small skirmishes. But, as I said, I wouldn\'t trust Sin to be conventional.\" Oharasu said.
The four Angels stared at eachother. The war was coming in two days, and they knew it. They had to prepare, or this war would overwhelm them.........



In Oharas\' Sanctuary




Oharas walked through the golden doorway to his room, and saw his brides there, waiting for him.
\"Oharas!\" Kia said excitedly.
The others rose from the bed with equal excitement, their dark red hair shining with the light reflecting from the golden bed posts. Ardousir reached him first, wrapping her arms around him, kissing his cheek softly. Oharas looked her over, admiring her beauty. Her short red hair only reached to her shoulders, and her brown eyes shone with pure and uncorrupted light. Her skin was fair, softer than silk, and with a texture akin to cream. Her breasts pressed against him, and he could feel his cheeks color as she pulled him closer. Rianna reached him next, throwing her arms around him, and whispering the words \"It\'s good to see you, my love.\" into his ear. Her hair was of the same color as Ardousir\'s, but hers reached down past her waist, and her eyes were a bright green. Rianna was considerably more voluptuous that Ardousir, but other than that, if Ardousir\'s hair had grown, there would be no telling them apart.
Rianna was dressed in a tight fitting outfit made entirely of blood-red silk, soft to the touch, much like her skin. Ardousir was wearing a top of black leather, as well as a long dress made of the same material. Jessica reached him next, virtually throwing herself on him, holding him and the others tightly. Her hair was slightly shorter than Rianna\'s, and a lighter shade of red, but beautiful nonetheless. Her eyes were such a dark shade of brown that they could have passed for black. She was dressed in a white shirt made of the same silk as Rianna\'s outfit, and she was very appealing, the hourglass shape of her body could charm legions, and her short silk pants showed much of her shapely legs.
Kia was the last to reach him, and he turned his head up from the others to look upon her. Her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a bright shade of blue, and they brought a feeling of warmth to Oharas like none other. She was the most shapely of all Oharas\' brides, and was dressed in skin-tight black leather pants, and a top made of cotton. She came forward and embraced Oharas and the others, and they all pulled Oharas closer to them. He wrapped his arms around all of them and gently whispered :\"I love you all so much.\"
They each replied:\"I love you too.\" and went to the bed, sitting down and relaxing. He adored them all, and only wished that the war was not coming, so that he could have a peaceful eternity to spend with them. But the war was coming, and Oharas could only fight in it, not stop it. But the thought drifted away from his mind as Kia kissed him passionately, pushing him down onto the bed.
\"So playful...\" Oharas said.
\"Hehe, you haven\'t seen anything yet.\" Kia said evilly.
Oharas could not help but feel grateful for what he had. And even though the thought of the coming war was in his mind, the kisses and caresses of his brides seemed to wash the burden away............