==============Chapter 1==============
Good luck, young one...
That was the last phrase Patricia heard before being sent along on her mission. It was a comforting goodbye of sorts. She opened her eyes and found herself in a strange place she had never been to before, yet found oddly familiar. Perhaps she had infact been here before, in her previous life.
"Grain?" she silently inquired to herself, as she realised what type of landscape she was surrounded by. Grain as far as the eye could see. Her 'travels' have brought her to a prarie field. After soaking in her surroundings, she rather quickly deduced that she was left in the middle of nowhere. With only the clothes on her back and her trusty silver-plated 'parnter' strapped to her waist, the only thing she could do was sigh and move along.
Patricia was something of a mystery. Neither living nor dead, her existance was almost quite literally non-existant. Patricia was actually an angel from heaven. "Angel-in-development", as she liked to put it. When you think of a typical angel, you think about a very gentle, caring being sent from the heavens. Flowing robes, fluffy feathered wings, bright light and warmth. Patricia was anything but the typical angel. As a matter of fact, she was technically still human. A medium height, standing about 5'8" tall, weighing approximatly 120lbs, she appeared like the average 22 year old youth. Appearances are quite decieving as she was far from that, aswell.
Patricia was something of a reaper. The purpose of her after-death existance was solely to seek out and incapacitate those among us on earth who would be considered evil. Demons, devils and other sorts of nasty things that were born from the dark abyss. All the creatures that come from the one unspeakable place. In another plane of existance, where time flows so quickly, it seems to stand still compared to the real world, fires cover the land and dark beings inhabit the shadow. The realm of darkness, itself...
Hell.
Although most beings made of shadow are restricted to cross over and are bound to their own world, some manage to find their was to the surface. Some like to cower in darkness and influence the outcome of human activity, while others prefer to orchastrate as much chaos as humanly, or as inhumanly possible. In the space between light and darkness, the earth was a land cursed by a war between both sides. No one side had complete control. Neither would give up until the other perished. In a war that was impossible to win, where either side cannot exist without the other, Patricia was a foot soldier.
After almost an hours worth of inner contemplation, Patricia finally found herself on the outskirts of a civilization. "This must be it," she said to herself, aloud. Peering down on the town from a slightly raised hill, she carefully studied what was visible of the new-world city from afar. Reaching to her face, her hands gloved by white silk, she carefully pulled away the dark burgondy lensed eyewear that covered her eyes. Deep green pupils eyed the new age she would never get to know. Although the structures looked very much the same as she remembered, they were built in larger numbers. Many yards in another direction, larger, industrialised buildings lined up, one after the other. Metal spines hugged the ground as a series of connecting metal boxes moved at high speeds across them. Paved roads and automobiles were also quite foreign to her. Despite her gaze in awe, the serious expression never once left her face.
"Alright, let's go." Replacing the glasses over her deep green eyes, a single word that seemed impossible to stop repeating, acted as a reminder to her.
Revenge...
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