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I'm about to do the mopst stupid thing ever: Start a NEW series. Now, I'm sorry i havent been posting, but here's something for me to bounce between so i can hopefully inspire myself into more work. I poersonally cannot be bothered making all of the charas, so if you wont yours features, input abilities, description, name and personality. On top of that, input whether or not you wannabe on the Angels or Demons team.

That IS, of course, if this story sounds good enough to continue.

Warning: this story contains violence and relationships of gay and sexual nature. If you're underage in your region, don't get caught, if you are offended by such matial: PISS OFF!

Enjoy... :3

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War of Gods

Ch 1 - Conscription

Lance ran as hard as he could; panting for breath as he strafed between dumpsters.

"You're dead!" he heard a shout from behind him. Lance ignored it and kept running.

He was used to this; being chased for fun by a bunch of idiots. Just because someone is homeless doesn't mean that they can be beaten up by anyone who wants to feel like a man.

Lance knew the alleys of Melbourne like the back of his hand. He'd been living there for five months now, so it's not as if he'd lose his way; Lance was more afraid of losing his stamina. Usually people would give up chasing and go back to whatever low thing they felt like doing: defacing a wall with graffiti for instance. These people seemed to really want to beat up someone bad. The omnipresent dirt covered just about everything; the walls, the ground, the air. It permeated everything around him so it was no surprise he himself was barely recognisable. The imposing bricks of the abandoned industrial area loomed over him as he sprinted between them, trying to find a place to hide.

As he ran, Lance took his mind off his lack of breath and asked again why his parents had to die. They were brutally murdered for no real reason at a supermarket whilst he himself was at home doing homework. Lance endlessly wondered whether or not his presence would have changed anything. After that, social services took him away and put him in an orphanage as he had no other relatives.

Being 16 lowered his chances of adoption considerably and he hated it there. He ran away the first chance he got. A few friends were able to give him a bed for a couple of days each, but there wasn't any real chance for long-term accommodation. Lance finally succumbed to the last option - homelessness. Politely cutting all ties with his friends, he set out to live in the streets.

Five months later and Lance found himself here: running from a crowd of hooligans. It had been 45 minutes and they were still chasing him.

"There's more to this then there should be," Lance muttered to himself as he ran.

Lance's downfall was found in one of the most simplistic things: a newspaper. Looking behind him, he didn't notice the paper in front and got his feet tangled up in it. He scraped his hands as he fell and bit back a cry of pain as a shard of glass tore into his leg. The sound, though muffled, travelled down the alley and his pursuers heard. Scenting blood, they ran faster to catch their prey.

Lance quickly hid behind a dumpster, "How cliché" he thought to himself, and waited. When the followers realised he wasn't running, they stopped. Lance held his breath as he watched the feet of his to-be thrashers.

"Where is he?" One of them said in a frustrated tone, "If we don't kill him we don't get our pay."

"He's gotta be around here somewhere." Another said.

"Why are there mercenaries after me?" Lance thought, "I'm just another homeless person."

Lance's fears were realised as one of the mercenaries came around behind the dumpster.

"I've found him!" he yelled and roughly hauled Lance out into the alley for all to see.

The boy started to cry; not a very manly thing to do in the face of death, but it was in frustration at all the unfairness in his life.

"Get me the hell out of here!" his mind screamed, and not two seconds later; a bright white light appeared like the angels of Heaven; except unless angels constituted a dragon and a humanoid rabbit, then he certainly had it wrong.

The dragon was roughly 6'2 and was dressed only in a pair of black pants. His scales were black as well; a red stained his stomach and the underside of his tail, matching his crimson eyes. The rabbit was about 5'4, dressed in a kind of robe that concealed everything underneath its voluminous folds. The rabbit was pure white, and had piercing blue eyes.

"Back off!" The dragon snarled. The men slowly retreated, but one had the nerve to attempt to tackle him down from behind.

It happened in a second. The lapin twirled on the spot and threw a dagger with unfailing accuracy, right into the victim's throat. The other three then lunged at the dragon, but he didn't seem concerned. In fact, he was grinning. Suddenly, the dragon raised his claws and a fireball appeared in either one. He brought his claws together and a torrent of fire spilled forth, rendering the humans into ashes.

"Ryle, we must hurry. The other side will have sensed this by now." Said the rabbit; her feminine voice giving insight to her gender.

"Indeed," Ryle replied and walked up to Lance.

Lance gasped in fear and crawled away as fast as he could. The name Ryle sent shudders down his spine, but he didn't know why. The dragon came up to the boy with what seemed to be a kind smile.

"You're safe now Lance." He said, offering his hand.

It was then that exhaustion took its toll and Lance collapsed; but it wasn't before a jumbled tune came into his head. The only words he could remember though were 'cry', 'not', and 'Ryle'. He the melody swirled through his subconscious whilst the rabbit picked him up. The couple were about to move when Lance's final word made them pause.

"Cry"

The two looked at each other apprehensively.

"Surely he doesn't remember." The lapin said worriedly.

"He shouldn't, and if he does; well we can always ease him out of that pain Riva."

The white rabbit nodded and pressed a button on her belt, hidden beneath the robes. A flash of light and they disappeared, leaving a mound of ash and a man with his throat slit open in the alley for the police to identify.

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Lance awoke in a soft bed.

That was enough to scare him.

He jumped out of the bed and looked around, afraid. He cried out as his slashed leg protested and he fell back to land on his behind. Loking around, he beheld a metal room, not unlike a cell, with a bed and en-suite. There was a desk in the corner and a simple wardrobe next to it, both made of metal. He looked down at himself to find that he was wearing loose-fitting linen pants and a shirt, and his leg was bandaged neatly. Noticing his clean hands, he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His face was immaculate; all dirt was gone. His golden eyes glowed healthily and his dark brown hair was clean and shining. It fell neatly to shoulder length, so it seems as though someone had cut his hair as well. A click at the door alerted him to visitors. He simply stood there; too paralysed with fear to move.

"You're awake," Said Ryle as he walked in, followed by Riva. "Sleep well?"

"Who are you?" Lance asked in a shaky voice, "What do you want?"

"Is that what you say to the people who saved you?" Riva said in contempt, "We could always put you back..."

"Riva!" The dragon barked, "He has every right to be afraid, his planet have never seen the likes of us before."

"And lived to tell a tale," The rabbit snickered evilly.

"That'll do. Out!" Ryle ordered, suddenly seeming a lot bigger. Riva's expression turned to one of anger and she glared at both the dragon and Lance before storming off.

"Excuse her; she can get carried away sometimes." He dragon said warmly to Lance. He looked the boy over and he shivered in fear under Ryle's gaze.

"Are you cold?" He asked worriedly. Lance shook his head and sat down on the bed, still tense.

Ryle sat down beside him and put a scaly claw on his shoulder. His touch was calming, and electricity seemed to flow throughout his muscles which caused Lance to relax. He sighed at the soothing feeling and the dragon grinned.

"Feel better?" The boy nodded.

"Now," the dragon continued, "you're probably wondering what the hell is going on, so let me explain."

"Yours isn't the only planet able to sustain life. In the vast universe; all things are possible in the infinite diversity of situations and environments. There are civilisations that have transcended life, whilst others are still in the Stone Age. However, most colonies nowadays are at their galactic peak, traversing space to satiate the natural curiosity of what's out there.

"Furthermore, your people weren't the only ones to have evolved from apes, but many others evolved from the many other animals. You see, a very long time ago, a God decided that there should be more to the lives of the divine than just sitting around on a rock, conversing. He created the base species, mirroring himself, then all the animals, and the plants.

"He introduced the collection to countless planets, ensuring that the environment matched, and kick-started the notion of life. Then on each planet, he fused the base species with all the animals, and allowed chance to decide which organism would activate the gene first that evolved them into people. That is why Riva is recognisable to you; humanoids of one animal or another exist on every introduced planet because the collection of animals introduced was originally all the same. Yes, adaptations occurred where needed, so there are always different varieties of the same species, but in the end, we're all similar."

"Now, this Divinity had supporters; other Gods who welcomed the idea of sentient beings to teach and learn from, but none followed him more than his brother. Together, they introduced life to countless worlds; raising their children with boundless patience.

"But they had a falling out. The brother thought that as the creators of life, they should be worshipped; that tributes and offerings should be given to praise their glory. God thought otherwise, exiled his brother when he tried to force the idea upon the people. The brother became the Devil, a fallen angel.

"For thousands of years God has ruled and the enemy, followers of the Devil, have revolted. The Devil went to creating his own planets, speeding their evolution to galactic knowledge and ensuring their loyalty. God had slowed down the amount of planets so there was some left over for his empires to learn to colonise themselves and also because he believed that evolution needed to go at its own pace. The neutral empires picked sides and war began after the Devil struck, and it has lasted for the past thousand years. We have fought vigilantly, but slowly we are losing as we lack in numbers.

"This is where you come in. You probably don't realise it, but you have abilities far beyond the norm of humanity. We lack in numbers, so instead we shall make up for it in power. The Devil plans on wiping out all planets loyal to God and then kill the Divinity himself, as only an Immortal can do so. We need your help if we are to win this war; thus you have been conscripted." Ryle finished and removed his claw from Lance's shoulder.

"Now, if you have any questions, now's the time to ask."

The boy's voice was quiet, "Why me? How did you know that I have these um... abilities?" He said the last word awkwardly.

Ryle tapped his nose, "I have my ways,'

Lance smiled wanly. "Top secret, huh?"

The dragon grinned back, "Something like that."

He sighed', "What do you want me to do?" The boy asked.

"For now, rest. There're proper clothes in the wardrobe; at least, proper for our vessel. It's a living tissue that adapts to temperature and humidity, so you never really need anything else. I'm sorry, but until you recover, I suggest you stay here. If there's anything you need, press the buzzer" He indicated a red button beside a green one on the door.

"To lock the door, slide the green button upwards. It will deactivate it."

Lance nodded and got up, making his way to the wardrobe. Opening it, he found three identical suits of a navy blue colour. He pulled one out and examined it. It looked like a swimsuit and felt rubbery between his fingers. It was full length and gloves and boots were seamlessly attached to it. Lance took off his shirt and was about to take off his pants and noticed that Ryle was still there, watching him. He blushed,

"Would you mind?"

It seemed as though the dragon ignored him for a few seconds, hesitating purposely to look him over some more.

"Woops, sorry," He got up and walked out the door, smiling to himself.

Lance shook his head and grumbled to himself. There was something in Ryle's eyes that made him shiver. It made him feel like prey. He shrugged off his pants to find that he was wearing white boxers. He blushed at the idea of someone washing him in his sleep but ignored it and put the suit on.

True to a swimsuit, it had only one zipper on the back, and when he zipped it up, he felt the suit moving. Lance yelped as he tried to stop whatever was happening, but then he saw that the fabric was adapting. The fabric thinned out and became breathable, the shoes moulded to his feet and the gloves peeled themselves back to free his hands, disappearing into the sleeves. Lance stretched his arms and legs and walked around to find the suit quite comfortable. Before walking out of the bathroom he sat on the bed and attempted to take all this in.

Apparently, there is a galactic war going on, and they want him - a homeless 16 year old with nothing outstanding qualities to put to his name - to join the ranks because somehow he has supernatural abilities that are powerful enough to be of service to an army.

Lance went over his options. If he asked them to take him back, would they? And if they did, what would be the point in that? He had no family, no friends, and no home. This could be a new start for him, a new life.

Then so be it.

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Thus the prologue.

I already have chapter 1 pretty much finished, so input into things i could do to make it better would be nice. Positive and constructive criticisms are always welcome. There probs wont be any yiff for a while, and some furs wont star for a while (soz, the story already has a basic plot line). also, any plot-twist ideas are welcome.

Tys : )