🌌 Angel Halo Amin: Rise of the Vanguard 🌌
The year 2026 shimmered across Heaven like a new dawn. Word spread through the Celestial Gates:
A new era was beginning.
A new team was forming.
A new leader was being chosen.
They were called The Angelic Vanguard — the forward‑operating warriors who would charge first into danger whenever the demons of hell tried to claw their way into innocent worlds. They were Heaven’s scouts, protectors, and silent guardians.
And to everyone’s surprise…
Heaven chose Aman to lead them.
Aman was strong, disciplined, and noble-hearted. He trained his body every day, and his spirit was pure. But he wasn’t a fighter — not yet. He had never needed to be. His father, the legendary Amin Parker, had always been the one to stand between danger and the people he loved.
But the universe was too vast now.
Too many worlds.
Too many threats.
Even the great Parker boy couldn’t be everywhere at once.
And so, one quiet morning in Heaven, before the golden sun had fully risen, Amin Parker stood waiting for his son on the training fields — a place where clouds formed the ground and the sky itself bent to the will of angels.
Aman arrived, wings folded neatly behind him.
“Dad… you wanted to see me?”
Amin turned. His aura glowed brighter than it ever had on Earth. Heaven had amplified every power he once possessed — the alien blood, the transformations, the fire, the teleportation — all of it now surged through him like living light.
But his expression was gentle.
“Aman,” he said, “you’ve been chosen to lead the Angelic Vanguard. That means you must learn to fight — not with anger, but with purpose.”
Aman swallowed. “I’m ready. I think.”
Amin smiled. “You won’t think. You’ll know. And I’ll teach you.”
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🔥 The Training Begins
The first morning was simple: stances, breathing, balance.
But by the second morning, the real work began.
Amin woke his son before dawn.
“Up,” he said. “A leader rises earlier than the sun.”
They trained until the sky turned gold.
They trained again after dinner, until the stars came out.
Aman learned the Way of the Ninja — silent movement, explosive strikes, the art of reading an opponent’s intention before they even moved.
He learned how to fight in the air, wings slicing through the wind.
He learned how to fight on the ground, feet steady as stone.
He learned how to fight blindfolded, trusting only instinct.
And every night, exhausted, he collapsed into bed… only to rise again before dawn.
But the hardest part wasn’t the drills.
It wasn’t the sweat.
It wasn’t even the bruises.
It was the moment Amin finally said:
“Today… you fight me.”
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⚔️ Father vs. Son — The Heavenly Trial
The training field darkened as clouds gathered overhead. Not storm clouds — training clouds, summoned by Heaven itself to witness the moment.
Aman stood ready.
Amin floated above the ground, wings spread, eyes glowing with power.
“This isn’t punishment,” Amin said. “This is preparation. The demons won’t hold back. Neither can I.”
Aman nodded.
The air cracked.
Amin vanished — teleporting behind his son in a flash of white fire. Aman barely dodged the first strike. The second hit his guard and sent him skidding across the clouds.
Aman leapt back to his feet.
Amin smiled. “Good. Again.”
They clashed in midair, wings beating like thunder.
Amin teleported — Aman countered.
Amin launched fire — Aman rolled under it.
Amin struck with blinding speed — Aman blocked, redirected, and struck back.
For the first time, Amin felt his son’s strength.
Not just physical strength — but resolve.
Hours passed.
Neither gave up.
Finally, as the sun dipped low, Aman landed a clean strike on his father’s chest — not enough to hurt him, but enough to prove a point.
Amin stepped back, breathing deeply.
“You’re ready,” he said.
Aman blinked. “I… I am?”
Amin placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“You have my strength. Your mother’s heart. And Heaven’s trust. The demons in that distant solar system won’t know what’s coming.”
Aman felt something awaken inside him — not a transformation, not a new power, but a certainty.
He was ready to lead.
Ready to protect.
Ready to become the first commander of the Angelic Vanguard.
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🌠 The Call to Adventure
That night, as Aman stood at the edge of Heaven’s Gate, the stars parted to reveal the troubled solar system — a place where demons were tearing through worlds.
Aman tightened his gloves.
His wings unfurled.
His father stood behind him, proud.
“Go,” Amin said. “And remember… a Parker never fights alone. Heaven fights with you.”
Aman nodded once.
Then he launched into the cosmos — a streak of silver light — the new guardian of distant worlds, the leader Heaven had chosen, the warrior his father had shaped.
And so began the legend of Angel Halo Amin…
and the rise of the Angelic Vanguard.
