"You can't run from your own story."  Luke made a vow.  Vows, vows, vows, he held onto each and every one of them. From his dying mother, to the woman that saved him, he fulfilled both their promises to their very ends. Living, being a soldier they would be proud of, it all was--- Until it all crumbled down in front of him. After saving a city, a vow he made for himself only, what would the expected reaction be? A military ceremony? Recognition? A chance to settle himself down after going through hell and back?  Instead of applause, there was outcry. Instead of a ceremony, it was a tribunal.  Labeled nothing more than sinners, cruelty above, toppled over them like God's Anvil. Scared, nervous, their life flashing the future behind sets of metal bars; what have The Dark Angels done to deserve it? Can they be rescued? But by who? And how did the ruling dub them as sinners? Was it the fortunate and praised?  Being the unfortunate and damned, they knew what to do. Without money, no where to go home to, and with morals higher than anyone up above, what will they do? How will they navigate their sanity and morale in times of despair and frustration? Amidst the government's eyes? Will they be nothing more than sinners in the hands of a cruel God? Or... Be the great men and women the angels above think they are. Arc 2 - Landless of Laws Act 1 - Ongoing Act 2 - NA Act 3 - NA