The noises were distant. They were people speaking, metals clanging.
He could smell the blood, he could smell the fear. He could tell that wolves were close. The people would die soon, all of them. That's why it was nicknamed "The Wolves' Feast", perhaps by a wicked wizard that put the spell on the village. In the distance, he saw a large creature.....

"Mr. Mak" He heard a voice calling. The man opened his eyes and his thoughts drifted away.
He was in front of a large glass wall that overlooked the lounge of the MakinDreams Inc. headquarters in Queens, New York City.
He turned a blank stare towards his assistant.
"Are you alright, Mr. Mak?" Dr. Kyle Malox asked. "Yes. I’m just tired." He replied.

Mr. Mak sighed and grabbed the document from Kyle. "Ten Mohawks? What do they need them for?" He asked.
Kyle stuttered. "Kyle?" Mr. Mak asked.
"Shouldn't your concern be to supply them, no questions asked?" A woman asked. She stood directly behind Mr. Mak.
Mr. Mak turned around and smiled: "Ah... Miss Turner. We finally meet." he offered his hand to shake hers but she ignored him.
"Is there a problem with my order?" She asked. Mr. Mak shook his head: "No, not at all."
"Good then. Have them delivered to these coordinates. No later than July 20th." She handed him a piece of paper.
He nodded: "You do realize that we would have to commission APCs and at least one infantry unit to escort the ground shipment and that will incur..."
She shook her head: "No, you're not transporting it by land. You're transporting it by sea, and we'll pay for the carrier's chartering and fuel costs."
Kyle's mouth opened wide. Mr. Mak nodded: "I understand, Miss. It shall be done." "Good. Shalom." She walked away.

"No one's had that much interest in my helicopters before, do you think she liked the aerodynamics?" Kyle asked.
Mr. Mak shook his head: "No. Its firepower capability. Miss Turner, and whoever it is she's working for, they're preparing for a war." Kyle looked at him with surprise.

Mr. Mak: "Prepare the Comms Room, doc... We're about to make a long-distance call to an old friend of mine."

Archery Grounds,
The Red Eagle Manor,
Scalshire, England.

The sun was bright and hot.

The woman sat down and took off her forehead band. She placed her Crossbow on the table and grabbed the glass of orange juice.
The maid looked at her crossbow and tried to reach for it. Diana slapped her hand: "Mind you, I wouldn't mind killing you if I wanted to."
The maid kneeled and scurried off.

"God..." She rolled her eyes, thinking how pathetic it was for people to be so intimidated of her.

"How's your training Diana?" Her host asked as he approached. He carried a deck of cards on his hands as usual.
"I can't concentrate." She said. He looked concerned. "Can't concentrate? Why?"
She looked at him: "I know I promised to be patient, but I need to know. All you've done was tell me about my past and yours and how you got your family name "Rothschild", German for "Red Shield". But I need to know who you are now."
He nodded. "I believe you may be ready to hear the facts... And the truth."

She looked at his cards: "And I also want to know why the heck you carry those cards around all the time?"
He laughed. "Ahh... These, my dear... The playing cards deck is the greatest analogy ever devised. I'll explain... Did you know that music composers are merely trying to imitate reminiscences they heard in their dreams, reminiscences from the planes of heaven or hell?"
She shook her head: "No, I didn't know that, but it doesn't mean I believe you either."
He continued: "And so are the games we invent. They are reminiscences, or, better put, analogies, of things that have happened, and things that are to happen, in this plane or another. It is in these ideologies that the founders of my discipline adhere to."
"Fine, I'm sorry I asked." She brushed him off, full of sarcasm.
"And to answer your main question, my name is Lord Abraham Rothscild IV, Duke of Scalshire."
She nodded: "So..."

Suddenly the cards on his hands swirled and started to form a whirlpool around him, there was a rumbling and the cards turned to stone scales and spun around him in a sphere orbit, it seemed as if he was in-cased in a blurry ball of stone.
She noticed that his eyes were completely white now. It was as if he had turned into another creature.

"The ones who serve me call me El-Chazak "The Mighty One". For I am the twenty-sixth Echelon of the Illuminati, revivers of the Kabala, and servers of the Mystic fallen Angel, known as..."
"Tetra." Diana finished his sentence.
Diana: "That explains a lot of things... Your obsession with cards... Your expertise in magick, and... Your wealth... Of course... If it wasn't for Tetra..." "That's right, the Queen of Diamonds token would not have been created. And the Rothschild family would not have existed." He finished.
Suddenly, Diana felt small. She felt obligated to give this man the respect he needed. Or did he even need it?

"Why... Why did you bring me back to life when Locan killed me?" She asked.
"This you may have a hard time accepting. But... We need someone to wield the Queen of Discs... That person would be the protector of Earth when it gets invaded by the forces of the other fallen Heralds." He said.
"Can't you?" She asked.
He shook his head: "I can't. You see, only an ascended woman can wield the token. That's why I was hoping..."
"Me? Yeah I've ascended but I'm not human. I wouldn't even know how to classify my own race!" She said.
He raised a finger at her: "You are the undead now. And only two races cannot wield tokens: Angels and Demons. You were once part human, part demon and part Cain's Kin then Aryel purified you and made you an angel, but when you died, you lost the angel privileges; you can no longer planeswalk to and from Deva."

She nodded: "And I lost my wings."
He laughed.
She looked up at him with a frown: "Hey. I loved my wings."

"Really?" He asked. Suddenly he thrusted his hand towards her and the deck of cards shot towards her in a barrage of stone missiles.

...What would you do if you had objects twice as large as bullets and three times as fast thundering towards you?

Running is not an option, and jumping sideways would at least get your arm ripped out.
As for Diana, her reflexes were surreal. Almost immediately, the wings ripped out of her back and they swooped forward, giving her an instant velocity of at least half the missiles' speed, then she climbed upwards, allowing her feet a clearance of at most two inches.

Abraham clapped. "Bravo, lass, bravo."

She staggered to the ground and panted heavily. "Are you crazy? What if I didn't have enough will to do that?" He shrugged: "A chance worth taking."
The butler walked towards Abraham and whispered into his ear.
Abraham: "Ah... I have a phone call from an old... School-mate of mine. I'll be just a moment." He started to walk away then she called out to him: "Hey Abraham." He turned around. "Yes, dear?"
She fluttered her wings: "I have wings now. What makes you think I'm not going to run off..."
He shook his head: "Because you have no one. Plus, this is the twenty-first century, if they see an unidentified flying object like you in the air, they'll shoot you down." he laughed.
"You're wrong. I have someone. All I have to do is find him." She said.
"Oh.. You mean Aryel?" He asked.

She was silent.

"Darling... I don't know if you've heard the news but... Aryel's quit his job as Herald of the Devic Kingdom a couple of months ago." He said. "What?!" She shouted.
He nodded: "It's true. He gathered a few thousand of his loyal angels and simply walked away from heaven..." "Again?" She shuddered. "..And you will be surprised to know who his consort is." He continued.

She frowned: "Who?"

"Locan." He smiled.

"The demon that killed me? NEVER!" She screamed.
"I..." Abraham started to speak but she couldn't bare his voice: "Shut the hell up, you LIAR! I don't want to listen to your lies."

"Then don't listen. See it for yourself." He said. He motioned in the air, and the scene changed.

They were high in the air.

Almost immediately, Diana gasped and fluttered her wings.
"This is an image; we're not actually in the air. And as a former angel, you were taught the differences between an illusion and an actual replay, am I right?"

She nodded. "Yes, but there's nothing here. What are you trying to prove?"

"IMPOSSIBLE!!" She heard a familiar voice behind her.
She turned around. "It's..." Her voice echoed with the angel's. He had his back to her, and she looked at the wings and knew for certain who they belonged to.
She walked next to him and smiled: "Aryel...." But he couldn't hear her. This was a replay.

She felt a vibration in the air and as she looked around she saw thousands of angels bowing towards a single direction.

Diana: "What the...."
Aryel bowed.
She looked at him with surprise. Then turned around to see who or what he was bowing to… And her whole body trembled.
Diana: "Locan!!"
He put his glasses back on and covered the eerie glow from his eye. Diana's eyes were wide with disbelief. And she didn't feel the tears streaming down her face.
The angels straightened up, and then Aryel motioned for them to leave.

The image blurred and Diana and Abraham were back in the archery grounds of Red Eagle Manor.

"Now tell me my dear. Was that image a fake?" Abraham asked. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Now, now." He said as he approached her. She slumped her head onto his shoulder and wept. "How could he do this to me? I have loved him. He has deceived me all along." "His heart changed, so is the nature of human-form... You see, that is why few angels are ever allowed to walk into the plane of earth, emotions and greed get the best of them. Now Aryel is no longer serving God.." He explained.

"Uhh... I don't understand... Why???" She unconsciously pleaded herself to wake up from this nightmare.
He sighed: "We suspect that he may be recruiting super humans to train and ascend to ultimately serve a dark purpose under the guise of good. This has been foretold in the books of the Kabala two thousand years ago. And also foretold by Tetra’s brother, Raziel... 'Scorpio' he had called him. Anyway, forget about him my dear..."
"NO." She shouted as she stepped back. "I shall never forget."
"Fine" He said as he stepped back and started walking back to the house: "Now if you will excuse me, I must answer my call."
"Abraham." She called.

He stopped and turned around. "Yes, Diana?"
Diana: "I'll be one with the Queen of Diamonds, if you'll grant me one wish."
He nodded: "Anything, my dear."

Diana: "I wish to kill Aryel, and watch him die."

Abraham smiled. "You will have your shot at it..."

Diana: "And this time...

I won't miss."