And so it begins ladies and gentlemen,

Last question, is this your final answer? [part one, "Bloody rain."]

As the hours past by and the pilots made their final preparations to their dreads to accommodate to their new plans. The never-ending rain just kept pouring on like there's no tomorrow, but perhaps there wasn't going to be a tomorrow.

Soon a voice broke the slience of the pilots and brought about a new drive in their souls, "Attention ladies and gentlemen, well mostly gentlemen...this morning we stand here before a grand battle against just about everything we onced believed in. Forsaking beliefs and oaths, I can understand how all of you are feeling. But...are we humans going to just sit-by and do nothing as those merciless angels slay all we onced hold dear? Of course not...at least not I, I don't know about the rest of you...but if I'm going to die, I want my flame to burn it's brightest before going out! So I for one say, lets have some fun out there as dread pilots and send those angels a message back to their lord that he will never forget... What about you?" a grin appeared as Jen finished the last words of his speech.

The sounds of cheering and guitar melody of the song ''Shell" filled the background of their hanger as the dreads one by one launched out into their battle field, the cold but now soothing rain. "Great speech Jen, even I am hyped about this battle now." a voice encouraged from behind Jen as he was puting on his helmet and entering his cockpit.

"Thank-you sir. After all...I meant every last word I said, this battle's ours."

"Oh? How could you be so sure?"

"Heh, cause I saw it in his eyes...the eyes of someone onced filled with so much sorrow now turned so clear. If even such cold beautiful eyes could turn into ones that could bring me so much hope, there's no reason why we should lose this battle." Jen replied with an even bigger grin then before as he closed the shaft of his cockpit and launched out to join the rest.

Meanwhile in the center chamber of the floating modern like castle, a middle aged God-slayer equipped with even more demon souls then angels out there sat back on his grand chair fit for a king. His fingers crossed under his nose, as if in deep thought with his shut eyes. Before long they opened and he spoked, "It's awakening..."

"What is?" a young female's voice asked.

"The most devilish angel ever created by the hands of the one above." Ledius replied with a slight smile at his daughter.

The young girl looked backed at her father with a confused look before finally realizing her father's intentions. "Heh, you just want a challenge for your devil-souled army."

"Of course my dear, they can only be used once after all...so I want it to be as grand as it can be. Besides...the fighting has already begun, and there may not be many angels left for this army of mine."

Back outside the castle the dreads had already begun their assault on the angels. Though the dreads could out run any angel, their attacks on them seemed futile as the god's protection blocked any in coming fire.

"Damnit!" Jen commented as his recently fired missle didn't even hurt the angels. However soon after an incoming message shouted, "Yes!" Turning his dread around, Jen saw a sliced up angel falling...immediately he realized that his missle must had broken the god's protection just long enough for another dread to slice through with it's wing blades. "You saw the example men! Now...lets kick some angel butt!"

And with that formation, another five angels were slain. Everything was moving on more smoothly then expected, not one dread had been destroyed...now to move on to the second part of their plan.

"Tetrahedral squad moving in commander Jen." another voice message said.

"Excellent timing, I was just about to give you guys the all clear sign...now all dreads, focus your attack towards the castle. Even if it kills us...the transport dread must reach there safetly!"

Soon the dreads began gathering instead of spreading out like before inorder to clear some space for the transport unit to arrive. Many angels were quickly slain as fast as a flick of a finger, missles were flying everywhere and dreads were slicing angels up in the split second of the explosions. The rain quickly turned crimson red, mixing with the blood of the fallen angels. From afar it looked as though the dark sky was bleeding heavily, it was a sight to behold for anyone...as well as a sight to be disgusted at. As the image of angels will forever be changed by this truly god-forsaken day.

Meanwhile, in the transport dread...two heretics were waiting patiently for their part of the action. However one was starting to have doubts of their crazy plan. "Krion...is this really necessary? We could have taken our those angels easily..." the one doubting spoke in the darkness as the hanger of the transport dread had to safe power by turning off the lights.

"Yes...perhaps we could, but that won't solve anything...we need to be able to fight with full strength from the start if we are to defeat our father. Besides, it's more fun this way...it'll be one of our grandest entrance ever!"

"Hah...should have known you were in it for the fun..."

All of a sudden, a different voice spoke. "Krion, Hien. Things aren't looking good...the remaining angels have gathered infront of the gate. It'll be much harder then originaly planned to get you guys in...any ideas?"

Krion made a slight smile as he thought of another crazy idea, "Yeah...let us out now, we'll do the rest."

Stunned by Krion's words the pilot double checked before opening the silver doors leading into the open rain, "You sure?"

"Most definitely."

While staring at the crazy expression of Krion's in the darkness, Hien let out a deep sign before saying, "Great...just great."

The silver doors soon opened and revealed the castle quite a distance in-front of them, two launching rails were then stretched out before finally two black motorcyles were launched straight into the confusion of angels and dreads. However, as expected their motorcycles still couldn't reach the other end of their destination...not only that the angels seem to have taken notice of them and were just about to send a sword right through Krion's throat. Sensing the attack and realizing a way to cross, Krion spun his motorcylce in mid air and defended from the attack by using the back wheel to bash away the in-coming angel's sword. Following that, he used the other wheel to gain foot hold of that angel and used it to send the motorcycle on yet another jump towards the floating castle. While witnessing Krion's crazy stunt of jumping from angel to angel, Hien let out another sigh at the stupidness of their plan before following suit. Soon, the two were slowly making their way towards the castle of the angels...where their final battle was going to take place.

All of a sudden, just as Krion and Hien had only one more leap left to the gates...the remaining angels teleported away. And reappeared in-front of the gates, taking the opportunity...Krion and Hien threw their motorcyles towards the mob of angels and watch them burn in the firey explosion of their so called bomb.

Landing safetly on the platform in front of the gates, the two brothers let out a victory smile thinking that there were no more angels left. However they were soon proven wrong as twice the number of angels they had just crossed over soon brust out of the gates of the floating castle, leaving behind a short but beautiful rain of white feathers. A mixture of feelings quickly filled Hien as he commented at the new army, "Guess Jen and the others have their work cut out for them huh?"

"I suppose so...but so do we.", Krion replied as he noticed one of his father's friends standing infront of a very long stairway with a determined look in his eyes. He wore a coat that was completely white with a very big collar covering his mouth from everyone. His hair brown like the soil, and his eyes dark green like emeralds. Holding in his hand was a spear with dual metal claw heads. Speaking in a not so welcoming voice, the Godslayer taunted at the two brothers, "Welcome, but I'm afraid this is where your road ends..."