Legion: Alpha (Chronicles of the Fallen)

By Alex S. Dumani

Legion: Alpha tells the story of the members of the Legion of the Fallen, who were exiled from Heaven and Hell, to Earth, and now wander it without purpose, without a plan, since the beginning of days.

Imanol, the reluctant leader of the Legion and also the first Metatron -The Leader of Angels- tries to avoid the start of the Armageddon: The end of all things.

And things worsen while factions of the scattered Legion, Demons, Angels and vampires -who were created by demons as servants- struggle for their own plans, while humans are unaware of these events...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex S. Dumani
• Release date: May 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311890658

Alex S. Dumani

Alex S. Dumani, writer, creative consultant and audiovisual director, works in media companies, especially on the area of television. Movie critic and fond of technological innovations, his stories taps on the fields of fantasy, science fiction and terror. They also usually unfolds within self-created universes, which are: Chronicles of the Fallen, Vendetta, Rebellion and Anathema.

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Table of Contents

1.- Gods and Generals

2.- Amber

3.-Need and destiny

4.- Invitation

5.- Strategies

6.-Dark legends

7.- Annunciation

8.-An usual night

9.-All is part of the plan

10.- Always in motion, destiny is

11.- Don’t be afraid of the dark

12.- Miracles come in mysterious packages

13.- Legion

14.- Descent

15.- Death and resurrection

16.- Love in a heartbreak

17.- Ascension of the imperfect ones

18.- What I was is what I want to be

19.- The seventh seal

20.- The end of all things

LEGION: Alpha

Copyright Alex S. Dumani 2014

Published at Smashwords

Original title:

Legión: Alfa

Written and translated by:

Alex S. Dumani

Version 2.0

Part of the series:

Chronicles of the Fallen ®

Created by:

Alex S. Dumani

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Dedicated to my parents, ALEX DUMANI JIMENEZ and DIGNA RODRIGUEZ DE DUMANI

And my Jr. waiting for me at the other side…

First, a few words, if you please...

Well, this is a story that’s been in and out of my head since I was a kid (really)! Some bits here and there at school, in the middle of a boring class I don’t remember about what it was, doodling pacnoid stories with my great friend Enrique Miranda (Hey! They were really good stories now that I think about it). Years later the same idea, in a more complete form reappeared in my head at high school, then at the University and then… and then… and then…

So the acknowledgements are extensive, but at the same time is the pressure that any given name is forgotten at the time of this writing, not by being less important, more so is the less effectiveness of the electric info running from one tired neuron to another in my head.

Amado Moran (duuude)! thank you for all your continuous support in every entrepreneur idea I embark on, in the middle of geek sessions of arguments about novels, movies and even games that cover every fiction universe. The spice must flow.

Pablo Velázquez, same-wise. Between every man-made junk food that existed while watching movies, every comment was worthwhile (even if our wallets and arteries claim otherwise)!

Eduardo Kang, thank you for your technical input on this project, and by listening to this idea (the times he was present… hmm I’m beginning to think he is really an imaginary friend, I guess). An official thank you between pizzas and Estrellas Galicias (inside joke).

Alba Campodónico, by always being at my side, even If we don’t see each other very much since high school. Thank you for knowing me as I am, and supporting every weird idea I come up with. Thank you for being my dearest friend in all this years and always.

Adriana Harb, by being inspiring, my dearest thanks for being always supportive, always in a good mood and always present in my mind. Biggest of hugs for you.

Helli… I mean, Elisa Sicouret. My most sincere thanks for the big task of making the first editing of this work. You are a true friend. My deepest thanks.

Xavier Bruce Gutierrez for your friendship through all this years.Even the task of the first draft of the translation to english. Thanks bro!

Daniela Bjazevic, thank you. When you supported this idea it was only that, an idea, many years ago.

Ma. Cecilia Largacha… what can I say? You were the first official critic and self-converted fan of the Legion of the Fallen universe. My infinite thanks!

Bernarda Franco, my utmost thanks for the quick-revision and help of the development of the english version of this book.

Gisella Williams and the conversations we had about this story. More than the story itself, it was a time when I was about to push delete and be done with it. Thanks to you, It continued to exist and eventually morphed in this book. Thank you, Gigi.

Now my thanks, kisses and hugs to Danna Bohórquez Dumani, my niece, who didn’t have a clue of this project, but she is the first one to hear my complaints, problems, stupid ideas or moods, besides bringing calmness in my hectic world by hours and hours of videogames and movies (she is relentless!)

To my parents. Father, mother, what can I say? Well, everything. I owe you all. You never quite know in what creative project I’m in, but you are there, supporting me anyway. You are always there for me, at the same time you are always in my thoughts and worries, always trying to figure a way to make you feel proud of me, at the same time I’m so proud of having the best parents the world can give. I love you very much (even if I don’t say it much, speaking is not a strength I have, certainly). Thank you.

And to all my friends, all who have sat down with me and listened every boring idea I had. And even those of you who left a bad experience in my life, everything is learning, so thank you for that too. THANK YOU ALL.

(And a big thank you to Atari… Why? Well, Why not?).

Why this story, you may be asking yourselves…?

This universe in which Legion unfolds, goes way more than what’s been described in this book. More stories (if you liked this one) will be adding like a Lego collection, but Legion is the spinal cord that unifies them all.

The base idea, or concept, was a by-product of an exercise I made when I was at school. I was trying to make a story about a vampire (who hasn’t? It was the time when vampires were cool, evil, dark, mysterious, years before the excellent Anne Rice and her stories, and certainly light-years before vampires were just emo-faced teens with glittering bodies like a Studio 54 ceiling dance ball).

It was interesting at first. But without much character development. so…

So I tried to find some character, more evil than a vampire to make it interesting… so a demon then. And then… no one has explained really where vampires come from...

But then it became an interesting challenge: What if I make a naturally-evil character… good? This character would be in a conflict every second of his existence…

Decisions, decisions… and that is the center of the Chronicles...

Hope you like it.

Alex S. Dumani

1.- Gods and Generals

"Last I remember, I wake up after having the same dream... Confusing, blurry images of silver and golden wings, divided in ranks and privileges of an army that plunges to a dark abyss. Swords, shining more than the brightest supernova blinds me from time to time, while I try to pick up the pace and try to figure out whatś going on. 

War cries on the horizon, so loud that could shatter your soul, but from voices so fascinating and majestic that make me forget I am only as a silent observer, and that I am just no more than dust compared to those beautiful beings.

It all... blurry, but crystal clear sometimes... It was a war, so big in scale that it could have had happened only once, because it felt that the whole tried to maintain itself, and nothingness fought for its choice of non existence.

Perfect faces, perfect complexions, they all were around me, while standing on a cliff. All stared to the dark beneath them, at the edge. Of course, I couldn't see a thing of what they saw. For me it was just darkness at its purest form.

But then, a growling roar made the cliff tremble. A loud, foul and howling noise came from that darkness below. 

And then... there was the first time I saw you. You were all that I can call perfection, with some air of dignity that only He can do. A different kind of golden wings, much bigger than the others, and dressed with a golden armor I cannot describe. 

You were in front of the others, ready for everything. You looked briefly to them, and smiled. It was a calm smile, so sure of yourself. Many of those winged beings were instantly calmer after your expression, although the noises coming from that darkness were louder and felt closer with each moment.

Then you raised your sword and we all came to reality, and focused on the danger coming from below. You were exactly as the legends told eons later among humans and other beings. After all, no mere mortal nor any other being had the chance to stand before the Metatron.

A violent lightning, strangely made of darkness, struck