"There's a word we use before we head into the thick of battle, its sacred. A war like this, we have already had so many casualties. I want you all to know what we are getting into here, we descend into battle, from here on out. We have one duty, to kill and secure."

The descent, often discussed in hushed tones such as the ones people in power would use to discuss fabled ideas such as a bomb that could wipe out an entire city or country. Such ideas, it was something described in fairytales, such as the fabled descent of angels. Used only in war and when the angels were the most vulnerable, people often referred to it as a summons, a way for the warriors of the Heavenly Host to be used as a fear tactic. 

This is the way it had been in the Host for a while, the Warriors, the hit-squad would arrive with ease and rain hellfire upon their enemies. It was a scene that not many would forget. They lay waste to other clubs, rival mobs and even federal officers on occasion and had spent time inside for the club. Now it was a new era, no longer was it the Heavenly Host people would fear but their newest enemies. 

"We once called these men brothers, they were our boys, they were people's whose daughters we used to care for like they were our own. Their sons were our brothers and they were family, now that is not the case. I am leading you into a pit of no return. You will learn today that there is no coming back after this, you will be with us or against us brothers. This is not for the faint of art, what we are about to do may land us in jail but for our National Prez, Estarossa Pincheel, this is necessary."

The Descent was already underway, people would have it no other way, acting National President, Roger Whit would have it this way. There was no other answer for this, the Mendoza Faction and his band of fucks wanted a war, they would get that. This was already boiling over into other aspects of the world, the Russian Mob had considerably allowed them usage of their weapons. Bringing a new lethal edge to their tactical ways of killing. 

This was going to be a bloody end to a war that could not end any other way, it would have to be one of the few ends that people had to accept or move out of the way for. Estarossa lay in the hospital, in a coma. Their leader, this was the moment for retaliation and finally, it would be had no other way, a true wipeout. 
 

"No longer brother, you either kill for this club or you do not, this is the battle line. We are close to delivering our first blow, this is what needs to happen. I hope you're all ready for what is happening here, this is not the end for us. This is is our new beginning, our beginning as a club and the end of a club that would have us all laying at their feet, dead."

This speech resonated within all of the patches, prospects even looked at the Dearborn Michigan president in surprise. Hector was a powerful man when he needed to be, a President at the age of 25 Years of age, he was a prodigy and was already on his way to becoming a true leader among his patches. This is where things became a little skewed in how they did things, many of the brothers were not trained in military or combat. 

There was a designated hit-squad and currently, they were all stepping out in their blacked-out clothing. They looked different besides the usual Leather Jacket. It was time for them to ride out and cause the true mayhem of this business. They would need it and this is what needed to be done, all of their thoughts once more echoed, believing that this had to be done for the greater good of the club. 

"Brothers, this is what needs to happen. This is what must happen. The Angels of Death are waiting for us to do this with them, the Pack charter is already in position, they will be dead and we will be ready to end them once and for all. This is the beginning of our ascent and our descent. This is where our name is known, we are the fallen angels of Estarossa Pincheel, in his name we do this. We become the heavy hitters of this club."

No one said anything as a soft wind blew by them all. About twenty out of fifty members all went to their bikes. Ready to put an end to the false bikers known as the Heavenly Host. The roar of their engines was heard all around and people actually feared for their lives. This was just the start and everyone knew this was going to be the beginning of the end, it was in their eyes, they were pissed and they were ready. It was time to an end another club. 

And so Hector led them all out, riding in front as his position of President gave him. He noticed that many of the brothers that stayed behind looked at him in worry, almost as if that was the last time they would see him. It would not be, he knew that much. This was just the end of it all, a long-time since this had been coming, the brothers were moving earnest and soon the dead would be piled up in Detroit. Pack and his gang of fuckers would be dead, the end of that charter would spell a downturn for the Heavenly Host. 

'This is for you brother, we loved you like no other. This is what you made us do, we have done this in support of you. You were the one brother that I could support fully in that chair, may we rise to the occasion and end this nightmare once and for all."

"They're fucking he-Ack!"

Bodies littered the ground, patches of the Heavenly Host all over, it was a massacre ...this seemed to just be the beginning and this shit had barely even been noticeable...all the thoughts of the Heavenly Host was that this was the true representation of hell, there was no other word running through their heads. 

An Hour Earlier...

Pack Lorry knew that he had fucked up once he joined up with Mendoza, he and Samael never felt so dirty before. They had betrayed the one man who would have given them the world. All they needed to be was loyal and they could barely do that as it was. Their own members looked at them in disgust, it was a new trial for them but they had hoped that they could move past it. 

No, there was no moving past it, suddenly so many charters had dropped their patches and they knew that the end was coming to meet them soon. Fast-forward and the Aztecas had joined up with them, it was something that neither Sammy or Pack saw coming. It was a move done by the idiot Mendoza and was already proving to be rather straining on their already limited coffers. 

Another bright idea came when Mendoza wanted to hit at the charters who betrayed them and had the balls to show up at the club meeting that Estarossa and his new MC hosted. It proved to be a bigger mistake, they had stolen from the Russians and the cartel, so they believed. They knew that they were going to be in deep waters if they didn't think of something soon, they needed something, anything and this would have to be it. 

"Prez, did you order more booze?"

Pack looked up for a second before shaking his head and suddenly the gunshots fired, screams were heard and Pack dived for cover as he grabbed his gun, passing a couple of the pieces to his boys. Making sure they had something to fire back with, of course, thanks to the stupid idiot bitch, they were now at war with the Fallen Angels, this was already making Pack antsy and he knew that either he died here or they did. 

"Fuck, get the boys over here! Now, I want to make sure that we have enough for these bitches to be put down for good, are you hearing me Trev!?"

All he got was a grunt and then a bomb went off, they had dynamite!? Of course, they did and Pack knew that this was going to be his ending, he decided that he would be taking a lot of them down with him, today was the day that he would have his boys ready for the worse and he grabbed the Thompson Submachine Guns. He was already firing on all cylinders, knowing that he was hitting anyone and anything, it was what this called for right now. 

"It's over Pack...stand down and face the angel..."

Pack turned his head and noticed that it was Hector, the dearborn charter president. The look in his eyes, it had to be done and they both knew it, only for Pack to shoot him in the leg, tackling him to the ground and started wailing on him, punch after punch landed and this was going to be the end for Hector. 

Only, a wild brother of the Heavenly Host tackled Pack to the ground and stabbed him two times before standing up, looking down at his former president with wide eyes before firing his piece, ending his life within a matter of seconds. Some of the boys had continued the outside fighting, still, it was all but over from this side of things and people were ready to die for the club that they had patched into. 

"Why? He was president, you were supposed to follow him into death, a gracious paradise would have awaited you."

A bitter chuckle left the patched member as all he could do was simply stand there for a good moment, noticing how Hector was looking at him. Did the Prez's really look at their patches sometimes? It was almost a surprise but now the man knew that he was going to die here, he knew it would be with no regrets, ending one charter of the Detroit fuckers, it was time to rest. 

"I know, I just wanted to do something good and cripple Mendoza, you should be able to get the other Michigan Charters to bow now. They will be ready, the only thing that made them hold on and not fold into different warring MCs was Pack. Without Samael or even Mendoza watching over things, shit should fall pretty easily after that."

Hector tilted his head, not even thinking about the other Michigan Charters right now. This man was waiting to die and he could see the look in his eyes, he was accepting of it, nothing else would make him feel peace. Besides maybe accepting a new patch, a new beginning but he knew that this was going to be called into question. 

"You seem ready to die, brother, kneel and meet the angel."

And so the new patch had knelt, the silent was reigning over the room right now. The Table, where the MC had discussed business, it was all done and over with...it would lay in pieces soon enough. A single echoing gunshot sounded before the faint sound of a body dropping was heard, Hector headed out, noticing the looks he was receiving. 

"It is done my brothers, the Detroit Charter lays in pieces-"

"Prez, we found something over here! We got something!"

Hector rushed over and noticed two trucks and then he noticed what his men were carrying...it was the Russian Hardware and the New York Cocaine...they were back in business. This was also a surprise, Hector had been told that the Aztecas had it, was something else going on here or did the Aztecas make a detour to Detroit? He didn't know the answer and he didn't care enough to find out, he motioned for his men to pack it up. 

"We'll figure this shit out later, we get back to the clubhouse for now and we blow this piece of shit traitorous clubhouse up, its the end for the Detroit Heavenly Host!"

Diadora and Mei Serachi had been a loving man and wife, trying for their first child, they had been unlucky. Each time they tried for a child, it had either been a miscarriage or stillborn, it led to them no longer believing they could have children, but a miracle had happened for them, Mei Serachi had started to feel different, swollen ankles, throwing up in the mornings and in the middle of the night, neither of the parents had believed that Mei was pregnant, but soon her stomach started to grow once more.

They went for a scan and it turned out that she was eight weeks pregnant, the parents were shocked and happy, but still, their last pregnancies had hung in the balance with them, they did not hold hope for their baby to live.

Soon Diadora and Mei had started to prepare, even though their last pregnancies had not ended well, they still wanted to try and wait for their little girl or boy. 

So they prepared, making sure that Mei ate correctly and kept her blood levels right, it was something that they were always worried about, they wanted it to be perfect. Soon they were always in sync and knew what they were doing each day, one day it would be buying baby clothes or another, Diadora would prepare all kinds of different foods for his wife, as she had a sudden craving for many different cuisines. Diadora soon grew to know how a Husband felt when he looked after his wife when she was pregnant, but unlike others, he did not find it a chore, he wanted to help and he enjoyed it, for his child, he would do anything!

This had come at a cost, a wealthy successful family of the Asian Clan, they would come into contact with the company as known 'The Firm' and soon enter a bidding war with the family known as the Pavanno's. This would begin a new type of family endeavour, one of a criminal kind. 

The Serachi Family would enter the political field and would be led by Diadora and Mei Serachi, it had all begun with this child. It was not long before they found themselves in trouble with the MC known as the Heavenly Host, backed by Mael Pavanno and his rules, it was not something they liked but they had lacked the prowess to move against him at the time and knew that they would have to think about their child currently. 

Being pregnant in this world, it was often seen as a way to wield this against the new wealthy family of the Asian Clan and this is where it begins for the Family known as Serachi, they would fall into the habit of assisting the Heavenly Host over their current employers, The Firm. 

Diadora had grown into the habit of helping his wife, that Mei soon turned lazy and wanted to find something to do, considering that she was from the wealthy family of Serachi, which had been involved with numerous businesses, including Book Publishing Companies, and other big corporations. 

This was wielded by the MC, allowing them to gain some clean easy revenue, it was not something that earned much but it allowed them something. Now Mei being pregnant knew that she could not fight this, they had gotten into this and would need to fight it eventually. They had wanted a safe and fun place for their child, this place was anything but fun and safe, 

And so Diadora had decided to enter the game, he had prospected for the MC. Safe to say that he hadn't patched in, club members at the time were wary of him, knowing that he was apart of the Asian clan and no members of the clans at the time had even joined up with them. 

Diadora being snubbed did not stop him from going further, he had even invited Mael and his VP at the time to a private party. This is where the Motorcycle had actually grown fond of the Serachi Family, allowing them some privacy to take care of their son. It was said that the Wealthy family of Serachi had owed Mael a simple favour and now it was time to collect.

Mei had soon written some Books on the Motorcycle club and titled it: The Riders of The State, which was something that the MC had not expected. It was highly proclaimed a great read, with great detail, she had earned herself a great following, with fans wondering when the next book would be out.

Some had even taken to the characters of the story, enjoying the political drama between them, soon Mei had been to a few meets and greets, singing some of her books and even dropping hints of a potential sequel. It was one of the events that truly helped her connect with other people, although some people had been against it, finding a story about criminal endeavours and true brotherhood to be stupid, biased, and incredibly unlikely. Mei had paid no attention to the fools, only paying attention to her true fans, who enjoyed the books and actually enjoyed them.

'The organization that had tried to stop me from writing, but even they cannot touch our family.'
 

Mei had soon gained some royalties from the book, but still, she did not need it. She just enjoyed the writing she did for her fans, Mei had soon started to get requests from the publishing company that she was with. The request was to write a sequel to her book, but considering that she had been late in her pregnancy, she had no time for a sequel and focused on her child, this had left her fans sad, but also hopeful for another sequel in the future, while certain organizations had remained docile and calm, finding it good that stories relating to criminals and their views would be posted out to the public...

As for Diadora, he continued helping his wife, although he worked on some Private Cases, he had some history with the infamous Firm. Although they were not civilian cases, on the rare occasion, he did help track some Mobsters, but otherwise, he remained out of the field, simply helping them with tracking, organization, and other things. Only when it became late in the pregnancy of Mei did he stop, allowing himself a break from that kind of life, and not allowing for any dangers to befall him otherwise...
 

Soon the Serachi's had soon grown into a family, on May 5th, 19XX, a child was born into the very family that had influence around the states, via the book that was written by Mei Serachi, but also the work for theInfamous that was done by Diadora Serachi, this child would grow up like any other, but somehow, the child did not grow big-headed with its parents influence or fame, it remained a calm, easy-going child. it had inherited its mother's curiosity and inquisitive nature, wanting to know more about the world it had inhabited. The Child was a male, with black hair, Silver-Eyes, looking more like his mother than anything. The Child's name was Misaki Serachi, a miracle child born from Mei and Diadora Serachi.

Many fans of Mei had wished her well, being glad that one of their favourite book writers had a child, it was like a historical event for fans of Riders of The State. Some had even taken to having Baby Clothes made for Misaki, although some would find it endearing, which Mei and Diadora did, they did not like that much publicity, on occasion they had to run away from cameras and screaming fans, Mei and Diadora had taken to raising Misaki in solitude and seclusion. Raising him differently from most parents, he was homeschooled most of his life, but still, he had earned his grades like any other, all things changed when he started to become involved with the things that he had been surrounded with, like his mother's book for example.

'I still remember the question he asked, he was so curious about knowing about the Bikers or the Riders of the states who were just brutal and threatening but also treated their people like family..'

Mei did not expect her son to ask those type of questions and so as a mother, she sheltered her son as best as she could, but like her, he continued to research on Bikers and Motorcycle Clubs, finding them interesting but also wondering if they could survive with such brotherhood and democracy. Mei found these things out, taking away anything to do with her books, her husband's work with the life of the firm, nothing about Mob Life or Bikers would remain in their household, Mei wanted her son to grow up innocent, but she did not know that when she brought him into this world, the innocence was already gone, as new life is born, one is already being taken to spare for the space.

'He was such a smart child for his age, he always wanted to read the book I had written, but I would never allow it! He was my boy, I would not allow him to be cursed with the life of knowing about the things that hated and used us, blackmailed us and it was all for personal gain! I had to for his own good.'