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The night sky passed above with a rumble, clouds mottled the view raggedly revealing and unrevealing the moons shallow presence. Most did not notice the winds warmth or appreciate the beauty of it all, but others who did appreciate what was happening had the good sense to do it from indoors. To the east dark grey clouds blew in with a rumble that carried on the wind, their meaning soaked, laden with foreboding, and then came the drops. The amber glow of a cigarette marred the man’s night vision as he leaned casually against a cross bearing headstone. He was not unattractive by earthly standards, and he was aware of this fact that often he used in his favor. He stood no more than six feet tall and his weight was complimentary to his height, his shoulders broad and his face handsomely determined. The wind picked up again whipping his raven colored hair around into his face as he glanced around, the motorists on the small rural highway unaware of his presence not twenty paces from the road, he looked up as the drops fell from the heavens to the earth, The Heavens he thought aloud. Five years had passed since his fall from grace, he had not been sent out of rage, of disobedience or of violence, but out of choice. It was his vain opposition that caused his fall, his inability to conform to the rules made by those above. And now here he was, the world below, watching the lives of countless souls meander around their short seemingly pointless lives, apparently unaware of the real happenings past, future or worse the present ones that lay hidden within the folds of deceit. He looked forth onto the road and with a careless flick of his cigarette he moved out of the small cemetery and began to walk along the dark highway again. The rain beat against him as he folded his long black coat around him and huddled a bit as he walked. Moving along the shaded interstate and realizing the restlessness he felt growing below, he chided himself for not taking a part in what he was created to participate in. It was just one regret, one in which he’d had since he descended to this plane of existence. Allowing his hand to find the Heckler and Koch USP 45 under his jacket he moved on, pressing forth with the determination that he could make his fall from grace more rational by doing right by these souls who had no knowledge of the happenings that would end so many of them.
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It was normal of the night to pass this way, people come and people go she thought as she walked to remove the coffee cups from the table bar by the window. It had been some time since anyone of note had been in her life, she had been absent from the feelings of desire for seemingly ages, the lonely thought of customers coming and going and the wonder of if they would be back to keep her company settled in the back of her mind. The clock chimed to let the inhabitance of the store know of the hour, which barely touched five o’clock in the evening. A sweet smile touched her lips as a store regular popped through the door at this hour and tipped his hat with a smile while removing his rain soaked jacket and placing it on the antique coat rack next to the wooden archway that separated the bleak and cruel world from the store. A clatter came from behind as another customer bumped the cart she had been placing dirty dishes in this evening, she moved them to the small kitchen area and handed them off to and elderly yet able looking man that had worked at the store for nearly as long as she had been alive. The man was a large one, standing over most at six and a half feet tall; his build was a gruff and boisterous as his normal voice which carried boomingly over most people’s standard yell. A soldiers tattoo rested on his forearm a reminder of events that occurred in back in late 1963, he never talked about it, but through the caring personality everyone had come to love from this man the pain in his eyes could be seen if looked into hard enough. She smiled and touched his arm, which earned her a smile and a wink back, moving back to the window seat which she often drank coffee at to reflect on happenings and feelings she sat, and stared out into the dark world that she lived in. Traffic clogged the streets, people ranted as the moved crowded through the sidewalks and stores in the area. Unhappy that was the only word she could use to describe the way people in this city acted and in turn reacted to everyone around them. Her beautiful steel blue eyes drifted over the waves of people that walked hastily about, she moved the auburn locks of hair from her face with the graceful movement of her hand and sipped at her coffee tuning out the world and at the same time trying to appreciate what she could feel was once beautiful in thought and now perverted into the shape it has taken today.
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A chuckle was all that he received in response to his findings, it wasn’t often that he was praised but this wasn’t some useful tidbit of information that he had passed forth. It was the key, the key in which would be needed to open the locks and seals like flood gates to the next plane, the one where humans dwelled, where the milled around the earth with their pointless lives, their petty differences and their lack of wisdom that they so proudly coveted for some reason or other. The dark one with the wave of his hand, the thoughts and plan entered the lesser beings head. It was clear, he was being sent to earth ahead of time to make certain preparations that would in fact seal what was to come.
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It was over… with a clap of thunder and a bright flash, it was over, before it had even knowingly escalated into a situation that he could not seemingly control, the demon’s eyes narrowed and his hands gripped the wound that oozed a form of blood and sinew in his chest as he began to crumple to the ground, his last sight was a dark man in a black trench coat with an unshaven rugged appearance and a white collar pointing a large revolver back to the ground smoke rolling from the barrel. A smirk crossed the dark mans face as the demonic form crumpled to the ground, he made a quick cross like motion with the smoking barrel of his Taurus Raging Bull 454 Casull and spoke a quick and to the point prayer before lighting a cigarette. His thoughts were bleak, it was normal for him to kill demons, evil priests, monsters and other unholy agents of the plane below, but not this often… it was as if someone left the door unlocked with a note to make themselves at home. He grumbled taking a long puff off the cigarette and stroking his impressively handsome face to itch the discomfort of his five o’clock shadow. He would get around to shaving…maybe. He placed the large revolver back into the shoulder holster underneath his coat and began the walk out of the large park that lay in the center of this grand metropolis. He looked around at the hookers, drug dealers, pimps and other forms of criminals that littered the streets along the walk back to his church, the thought always crossed his mind wasn’t he, in a way, a criminal too? The thought was not dismissed as fast as it should have been for him, he would think on it more after he got out of the rain.
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