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This is the story that Jaquio: Angel of Death is based on. Keep in mind that the game is not a direct representation of the story, but there are overlapping scenes, dialogue, locations and characters. This is only a sample; all chapters have been chopped and truncated. The entire story will not be released, however, I'll continue to share snippets of the book as I release updates of the game.


Jaquio: Angel of Death
Author: DRXeno
(Page 1)

Cardinal Hermod walked behind two acolytes. His lithe body moved with the agility and confidence of someone used to having his own way. On his head, weighing him down, was the round hat of an evil church king. The father knew at once that this man was in charge. He made eye contact with the young girl, then at the feeble twins. His gaze was chilling but perversely soothing. The girl knew she was going to die, but looking at this cardinal gave her an inner peace. His eyes told her that soon the pain and suffering would soon be over.

The infants' cry roared in the cardinal's ear. He hobbled forward. The acolytes moved directly behind the girl. They placed the monstrous talisman in a position of honor. The disciples whispered adoringly for a moment and then fell to their knees.

The silence was broken as the cardinal rang a small crystal bell, and the worshipers stood.

He leaned closer to the father.

"Know this to be true, that with the sacrifice of your child, your pure daughter, you will be granted eternal life under the protection of our god, Genitus." He stared hard at the altars. "With the sacrifice of your daughter, the Angels will be reborn in the souls of your infants. They will free the world from restraint and seeking of instant gratification with eternal death."

The disciples pressed forward. They knew the ceremony was coming to a close, and they knew its finish would come in bloodshed.

"Seal your pact with our god."

The father bowed obediently. He raised the ceremonial dagger above his head. His daughter began to struggle on the slab.

You're the most wonderful daddy in the world.

The girl's distorted mouth shrieked as the blade descended.

And you're my little girl. What would I do without you?

Destiny's scream melted to a gurgling rasp as the dagger pierced her chest. Blood geysered up onto the talisman, and the idol glowed eerily.

Destiny's father sank to his knees in grief. With teary eyes he looked at his sons whose cry for help had turned into a desperate struggle for life. The thunder outside roared as if it were giving warning to the world of the sinister evil that would soon plague the earth.

The father watched as his infant children shrieked, and kicked at the air. Then there was a tranquil calm. They stared at their father with glowing red eyes. He would never forget the look his children gave him. He knew their thoughts, their feelings. They stared at him as if he was a nothing, a nobody, a crawling thing on the earth.

A gust of wind suddenly passed through the church, extinguishing the candles. The father watched in fear as a dark portal opened behind the altars.

"The Awakening has begun!"

Cardinal Hermod picked up one of the infants and raised it above his head. He slowly approached the portal.

The disciples began their chant. "Hail Angel!"

A sudden silence fell over the church. The Cardinal saw a flash of steel and then something cold and hard struck him in the back. He did not realize he'd been stabbed until he saw the father pull away, the knife in his hand trailing blood.

"I will not let you have my sons...even if it kills me!"

-==Chapter 1==-
Twenty Years Later...

It was April and Berchtesgaden convened in solemn silence, even as rain whipped against windows, making a sound like muffled drums.

For a while Jaquio laid in his bed silently. Then returned the nightmare from the night before. In a dreamy blur the young man looked out, and saw the cold Heaven. It was a barren sheet of ice that seemed to vanish every casual feeling and memory, leaving but one questionable thought. Even after Jaquio woke, that same thought haunted his mind. Again he asked himself, have I been stricken by the injustice of the skies as punishment?

He yawned quietly, positioning upright. He shifted as light shined on his face and out the corner of his eye he stared hard at his friend, Briggs, who sat on the edge of his bed across the room. There was something different about him. It seemed as if their twenty or so year relationship had dissolved, and the two men were but strangers, knowing nothing at all about each other. Then he realized why he perceived his close friend as a stranger, the bright light made his hair look blond, instead of sandy brown.

Jaquio forced himself out of bed, and walked stiffly forward. Now beside his friend, he could see a stream of tears sparkling on the man's cheek. Never had he seen his friend cry before.

Briggs's voice came soft and slow. "She was shot four times in her chest." He never took his eyes from his family portrait. "My son, killed with a single blow to his small, delicate head." He looked up and gave Jaquio a quick sort of scared look. "I've waited too long for this day to come. The day when I can finally make Vesta Inc. pay for what they did to my family."

This was not the first time in recent months that Briggs regretted and despised Vesta Inc. He has hated them with a great passion for many years and even today his hatred still feeds his eagerness for revenge.

Jaquio was silent. Then finally he reached his hand out and grabbed Briggs's shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that," he whispered.

Briggs lowered his head and took a long breath. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be immortal?"

Everyone is destined to die. Some sooner than others. For a while Jaquio sat in silence, then answered, "No."

"Tomorrow Chivalry goes on their first mission." The middle aged man sat crossed armed. "Are you afraid?"

Jaquio shook his head.

Briggs smirked. "I am," he confessed. "It's a feeling inside me. I can't stop it!" He looked into Jaquio's eyes.

Jaquio stared back at him.

He chuckled. "That's what I like about you Jaquio, you're afraid of nothing."

The young man did not reply to this statement. Instead he walked across the room and climbed in his bed. Pulling the covers to his chin he advised, "We need to get some sleep."

Briggs gently rubbed his thumb over the surface of the picture. He placed it faintly upon the night stand and turned off the light. His mind remained haunted by words that continued to cycle through his brain. Vesta Inc. must die...Vesta Inc. must die...die...die...die.