I stepped into the serene setting that was the central hall taking a moment to take it in. The glamour of the building was unparalleled, its large gold lined marble columns extending from the ground up almost endlessly into the beauty above it, a mosaic of the first Vaizard settlement made purely of colored granite stones, incased in a pure white marble backdrop. The most outstanding feature how ever was the black glass-like stone that lined a wall, in side it stood an array of Golden letters, parallel to it was an almost identical setting, except the black stone was replaced with a diamond-like material, in it was the black stone lettering it, the two boards were filled with the previous high councils of the Demon and Angel respectively. I sighed, finally coming to terms with my situation.. I was an Angel, as unfitting as it was, truth be told I was more vicious and blood seeking then any demon, past or present; my life was no longer as carefree as it used to be.. and to be completely honest I was sort of disappointed, yet excited, with mixed feelings I proceeded into the room, heaving the large Wooden doors open I stepped out into the light.
As I entered the doors I was greeted with handclaps as the seats were lined with both friends and elders, along with a special face, Kazumi, I waved to her with a smile as she blushed and pestered with her hair. Turning my head back to the Elder before I moved forward to receive my ‘christening’ and officially become the Holy Sword of the Vaizards, I stepped forward slowly, hoping I didn’t undertake some dramatic transformation such as wings as I kneeled before the man.
Applauds rang out, the ceremony was a success, I had been bestowed with the rank of the White Angel, unbeknownst to most, the white angel was actually in charge of most of the military and took most assassination missions. And as such I was given my first Official Assassination request, one that would anger the Soul Society- the Juni ex-taichou- a man by the name of Rikutosen Hai, accepting my Mission I turned to walk from the private office of Elder Jyunkatsu, “I’ll expect my usual payment, Sir.” I said as I walked from the room, closing the door behind me, heading strait for the Cloaked Senkai gate the Vaizards had developed. MY cloak fluttered aimlessly in the wind, the white decorative blade if the angel shining gallantly in the late sun’s glow.