In this world, it's an endless struggle of Darkness versus the Light, and the Light is supposed to be the good ones. Heroes, the conquerors of evil, savior of their kind! Yet. Why can't the Light handle itself. Like an uncontrolled flame, it lashes out at the shadows surrounding it, while burning hot with waves of cool passing through where it grew weak, or settled, before the uncontrollable heat returned.

First, it was warriors. Knights. People who fought with swords and primitive styles, praying and hoping for them being able to see the next day. Then, it was soldiers, using there newly made firearms to keep the beasts at bay. It was working. They had power to defend themselves and make a comeback.

But with great power comes great responsibility.

Instead of their barrels, their metal and wood, metal spewing machines of death, facing the Darkness, they found themselves aiming it at each other.

War. Death. Unreasonable slaughter, completely ignorant to the power they were feeding their great enemies, the Darkness. Yet, it seemed, their greatest enemies were not the soulless abominations that haunt their night, but each other.

Then came the Hunters. While mankind was too busy fighting themselves, they never realized how much they fractured each other, how weak they became. As if the Darkness could be destroyed by not focusing on them. Too weak, mankind found themselves nearing extinction as their once greatest enemy, once kept at bay, came back stronger, faster, and in greater numbers. Like a scythe through a field of wheat.

The Hunters, desperate for some kind of solace, looked not too conventional, outward weapons, but those within themselves. And after, countless trials and errors, hopeless battles with the Darkness, the Grimm, they found it. Their soul. Aura. They didn't need outward, physical weapons, merely only using them as a form of outward use, while it was their souls that empowered their swings, strengthened their resolve, increased their speed and made them gods amungst men.

But eventually, the need for them became to great, too far spread among their crippled, widespread kingdoms. That made the Kingdoms. Their walled, safe, fortresses that could keep them safe. But man' arrogance and pointless need for blood, for something that made their hearts beat became to great, and with the open division amungst themselves, the Humans and the Faunus, people of Man and people of Animal, they found ways to sate their blood lust.

The Hunters found themselves needed more than ever. With the encroaching Darkness, endlessly patient, and with each other, breaking apart the pointless scuffles, while also keeping their near extinction at bay.

That's where we, come in.

People who are sick, and tired of all this pointless, scarring blood shed. Yet, we are not afraid to spill it ourselves. Whether Man or Grimm, we will be the ones to answer the call. Once upon a time, we were called Angels. We were the last shining beacon of hope when the Hunters couldn't do it. When their governments and armies couldn't handle it.

We answered the call.

Once...once we merely mortal. We didn't rely on the power of Aura to keep us going, no, we used our will, our pure training to do just that. Once, we used weapons of sharp blade, hard, unrelenting fist. Then, we used bullet, and allowed ourselves to apply the soul into our work. But we never forgot, never forgot the ways of our old ways, and we were the ones, the people who mastered Blade, Bullet and Soul into one, graceful and oh so deadly blend of practice.

Once, we wore leather and steel. Now? We have wings. We were suits of plastic, steel and taught fibers. Technology that would never impair us as long as we weren't reliant on it. We soar the skies, roam the night in silence, and we are well known.

Infinite Stratos. Once, nothing more than a guild of weary, but not quite given up, warriors. Now? We serve the people, whether we must go against them for necessity, or fight alongside them for our species survival.

I am Jaune Arc, and like my long dead brethren and ancestors, I am one of those Angels. I will be the scythe that cuts through the fields of Evil, serving our people as we have for years.