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"Azazel? No ma'am I'm not here to get Azazel. In fact it was work that brought me here to London, not them." Tyson answered Hana. He glared over at Samuel. "Well Mr. Rivera, by chicken wings I'm assuming you mean Temeluchas." A bit of anger filled his voice when he said Temeluchas. "She's the only I've been in contact with. But I did meet her boss once. Oh what was his name....Danel I think. My job was a bit more complicated then kidnaping someone."
Tyson took a deep in and exhaled. "Nephilim. That's what I was needed to do. Temeluchas did something to me. She gave me some of her power." Tyson's voice of full of regret. "That's how I've got my powers, among other things. But of course from what you say it was all for nothing!" Tyson's anger was starting to boil over from just talking about it, which of course caused the smoke to swirl around him. Tyson took in deep breaths and the smoke disappeared. "That's one of the other things."

 

Sam chuckled a little bit and it made Hana uncomfortable. She glanced at him in curiosity. "What... So Chicken Wings went to see him too, huh?" He kept laughing. "A cop... working for those guys. Oh that's rich!"

She pursed her lips and clasped her hands together. "Samuel," she warned.

"Let me just tell you though: Taking the girl will end badly for you." He shot a smug look at her. Well, at least that was accurate. "There are two people here who could completely and utterly destroy your ass if you even tried. Well, three if you count me." Sam coughed a little bit from all of the laughing. Did that mean he now intended to help?

She glanced at him hopefully.

"Just look at how I ended up." He smiled weakly as he leaned back against the wall.

Hana patted his knee. "Yes, yes. Look at how you ended up," she said patronizingly.

"Azazel? No ma'am I'm not here to get Azazel. In fact it was work that brought me here to London, not them." Tyson answered Hana. He glared over at Samuel. Well that was one less thing to worry about.

"That's good," she replied.

"Well Mr. Rivera, by chicken wings I'm assuming you mean Temeluchas." Tyson sounded angry and Hana felt a surge of anger bubble through her as well. She hadn't forgotten the video she watched, sent by none other.

"I don't think she's who he meant," Hana told him, remembering the conversation they had about Danel and Samuel's escape from prison.

"She's the only I've been in contact with. But I did meet her boss once. Oh what was his name....Danel I think. My job was a bit more complicated then kidnaping someone." Yup. There we go. Tyson took a deep in and exhaled. "Nephilim. That's what I was needed to do. Temeluchas did something to me. She gave me some of her power." Tyson's voice of full of regret. "That's how I've got my powers, among other things. But of course from what you say it was all for nothing!" He was exuding anger and a black mist began to swirl around him. Hellfire smoke! Tyson took in deep breaths and the smoke disappeared. "That's one of the other things."

Hana shook her head back and forth, rising to her feet. This was bad. Very bad. She started pacing circles in the room, occasionally being tugged back from the cord tied around her wrist. Her image flickered in and out of sight as she grew more and more worked up. Hana started muttering things to herself, just loud enough for the others to hear it. " ... Sharing powers ... Mists of Hellfire. Only demons and Dark Angels should possess that ... Nephilim ... Nephilim! Armies. They want armies. How else would they win? Those poor mortals ... Azazel. Jehoel. Leviathan ... Leviathan! They can't find him, but if I go to his prison they'll know it's location. Oh Jehoel ... " She fidgeted with her hands, rubbing them together over and over again wall wearing down the carpeting. " ... Using their weaknesses ... Abaddon -- destruction ... Zadkiel -- his compassion ... Who else? Cassandra." Her blue eyes rested on the girl sharing a bed with Hay Sun. Cassandra had seemed to wake up at some point in time during their discussiono. She seemed just as nervous and afraid as always, especially with the added people in the room. Hana continued her pacing. The world was tuned out around her. "Danel came after Cassandra. What for?"

At some point in time, her feet lifted off the ground. It was only about an inch or so, but she had in fact started to hover. Luria had shot to her side like an arrow and she grasped the glittering white wand firmly. Symbols were drawn in the air without Hana's knowledge. Her hand was working on iits own as she continued to pace. She switched directions, feeling dizzy from going clockwise for so long. Her hair tickled at the back of her neck and she glanced down at Samuel. Her gaze was distant, but her voice direct. "Can I trust to untie you?"

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 23 - 3/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

She patted his knee. "Yes, yes. Look at how you ended up," she said patronizingly. You smug bitch

"Azazel? No ma'am I'm not here to get Azazel. In fact it was work that brought me here to London, not them." The officer answered her. He glared over at Sam. Well, looks like she isn't in danger again. Whoop-dee-doo.

"That's good," she replied.

"Well Mr. Rivera, by Chicken Wings I'm assuming you mean Temeluchas." Mr. Cop sounded angry.

"I don't think she's who he meant," the woman told him. He had told her about how he got out.

"She? Hah, never met the bitch, then." He quietly quipped to himself.

"She's the only I've been in contact with. But I did meet her boss once. Oh, what was his name....Danel I think. My job was a bit more complicated then kidnapping someone." The Officer took a deep breath in and exhaled. "Nephilim. That's what I was needed to do. Temeluchas did something to me. She gave me some of her power." His voice of full of regret. "That's how I've got my powers, among other things. But of course from what you say it was all for nothing!" He was exuding anger and a black mist began to swirl around him. Mr. Cop took in deep breaths and the smoke disappeared. "That's one of the other things."

The woman shook her head back and forth, rising to her feet. She started pacing circles in the room, occasionally being tugged back from the cord tied around her wrist. Her image flickered in and out of sight as she grew more and more worked up. She started muttering things to herself, just loud enough for the others to hear it. " ... Sharing powers ... Mists of Hellfire. Only demons and Dark Angels should possess that ... Nephilim ... Nephilim! Armies. They want armies. How else would they win? Those poor mortals ... Azazel. Jehoel. Leviathan ... Leviathan! They can't find him, but if I go to his prison they'll know it's location. Oh Jehoel ... " She fidgeted with her hands, rubbing them together over and over again while wearing down the carpeting. " ... Using their weaknesses ... Abaddon -- destruction ... Zadkiel -- his compassion ... Who else? Cassandra." Her blue eyes rested on the girl sharing a bed with Hay Sun. Cassandra had seemed to wake up at some point in time during their discussion. She seemed nervous and afraid. The girl continued her pacing. The world was tuned out around her. "Danel came after Cassandra. What for?"

At some point in time, her feet lifted off the ground. It was only about an inch or so, but she had in fact started to hover. Luria had shot to her side like an arrow and she grasped the glittering white wand firmly. Symbols were drawn in the air without her knowledge. Her hand was working on its own as she continued to pace. She switched directions, feeling dizzy from going clockwise for so long. She glanced down at Samuel. Her gaze was distant, but her voice direct. "Can I trust to untie you?"

Sam let out a derisive snort. "Aren't we quick to trust again?" He thought about it for a little bit. "Well, as comfortable as I am tied up like this, I'd prefer not to be in them." He sat himself up straight, regardless of the pain in his shoulder. "Tell you what: Don't piss me off, and I'll try to behave. How's that sound?" If he was going to be stuck there, he should at least try to entertain himself. The itching sensation lurked in the back of his head.

 

Tyson watched Hana pace around and mutter to herself. 'I should have trusted my gut when I met Temeluchas. I need to make this right, I can't let anyone else suffer for my mistakes. Especially not these people. I need to take care of this myself.' Tyson was in deep thought. 'Maybe if I get my sword I can take care of Temeluchas myself.'
"Can I trust to untie you?" Hana asked Samuel. Samuel let out a derisive snort. "Aren't we quick to trust again?" He thought about it for a bit. "Well, as comfortable as I am tied up like this, I'd prefer not to be in them." He sat himself up straight. "Tell you what: Don't piss me off, and I'll try to behave. How's that sound?" Tyson didn't like the idea of releasing the superpowered con. "I don't think that is a good idea. I could put my handcuffs on him if you want, that would probably be better then having him tied up." Tyson voiced his opinion. It may not be up to him, but if need be he would be ready to take Samuel down. He was the one with the hand gun, assault rife, and telekinesis to boot.

 

[/url] Waking up in the morning was harder for Alistair then he actually thought. His body ached and it would have been a miracle if it didn't. Showering under the fresh water was relieving and for quite the long time he stood under it until he finally made up his mind to get out and get dressed. Drying off his long red hair with a towel, Alistair walked down his stairs and head off to the living quarters of his house.

With a mere sigh the aristocrat once again fulfilled his daily routine and placed the news on while making himself a cup of tea. As he sat down sipping his cup the man's eyes widened as he immediately spit out the beverage in his mouth. "WH-WHAT THE HELL? ZOMBIES? WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING WHEN THIS HAPPENED?!" Alistair immediately yelled but instantly calmed down as he scratched the back of his head "heheh oh yeah...was busy getting cut up....daww...missed out on all the fun..." Alistair said narrowing his eyes with a smirk "well then no matter....at least this strengthens my thoughts on the matter..." Alistair said. Ever since the two plane crashes he felt that these unfortunate events were following somebody. At first it was a mere hunch, but more and more this hunch started to look like it was coming true. Was it the red haired girl that was being followed by this unfortunate events? Who knew at the moment...

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (4/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Still pretty crazy\\\

Brandon continued to sit there absorbing in all the information that was given. The red haired girl went over who the man with the stab wound and herself were in angel terms. She also told him that he was apparently the Archangel of Lightning, which sounded really badass. He started to think of all the cool things he could with super lightning powers because at this point he was totally won over with the idea of being some super powered badass. Granted seeing how one person said the powers hurt like a bitch he figured that he would probably need to do a shitton of practice first. Despite accepting all this to be true, though, he was still horribly confused. First off there were still a few of these "fallen angels" that hadn't actually said anything and he had no idea, in any sense of the term, who they were.

Secondly they were throwing out names of people and terms of which, he still had no idea what to make any of them. No idea who Danel was. No idea who Tem-, well he'd get to learning that name later, was. No idea what Nephilim were. No idea what Mists of Hellfire was. No idea who Jehoel was. No idea what Leviathan was, (though based on video games he assumed it was some giant serpent creature of destruction.) The only one he might have some semblance of an idea of who they were would be Azazel being the girl being kidnapped last night, but still wasn't one hundred percent on that. Further to add to the confusion of Brandon, Hana started hovering above the ground in her deep thought and her little wand thingy shot to her hand while she drew weird things in the air. After just sitting there for a moment, watching the whole thing with the man in the bonds finish up, he decided to just ask a question that would hopefully not confuse him any further. "So just one final question, I guess, for now. How exactly do you "train" these like, hidden powers of ours?"

 

Hawke with package in hand rode towards the University. His GPS gave him the quickest route. As he rode towards the University, he decided to have some fun. He would weave in and out of the cars and constantly tap on the windows of the drivers. And as one would expect they cussed him out with every swear word in the dictionary and flipped him off something fierce. And Hawke enjoyed it, he loved it when people got so pissed off.
He arrived at the University fairly quick. He locked his bike to a tree and went inside the building. Hawke took a cherry sucker and the package out of his bag. He opened the sucker and put in his mouth as he read the package to check where he was suppose to go. The package was going to some teacher in the science department. Hawke tossed the wrapper for his sucker in the nearest garage and went on. He had to go up two floors before he was the right one. He went down a hall looking at the room numbers until he came onto the one he needed.
Hawke opened the door and a younger looking man was inside. "Paket dlyag-n Harper.(Package for a Mr. Harper.)" Hawke said in a disinterested tone. "Ah thank...err....Spasibo, ya Harper.(Thank you, I'm Harper.)" The man was obviously not Russian. "Ok sign here." Hawke spoke prefect English. He grabbed a clipboard out of his bag and handed Harper a pen. "You speak English? And quite well?" Hawke rolled his eyes. "Look pal I'm not here for life stories. Just sign the damn dotted line!" Harper gave him a curious look and signed the dotted line. "Thank you and consider using our company again because you business is blah, blah, blah." Hawke would always get in trouble for not saying the whole thank you and please use our services again spew.

 

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While Danel stood waiting impatiently, a man appeared down the hall. He walked toward him and Danel was able to confirm that it was the alleged Decimus Black. It was about time he showed his face. Decimus looked a bit curious as he approached. “Why hellooo…oo?” the other man greeted strangely. He gripped his head in clear pain and Danel couldn't help but laugh at that.​

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"Hello," he replied cooly. "Headache? I can help with that. The name's Danel." He held out his hand for the other man to shake it. When their hands connected, a thread of black mist coiled around the both of them and working its way up Decimus's arm. It would begin to gradually ease the pain. Danel smirked. He released the hand of the other man and hooked his thumbs through his belt loops. Ah. What to do, what to do? He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and gave Decimus the once over. "I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing here." The space was empty, but just for good measure:​

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FREEZE.​

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He let his wings come back into full view and he straightened his back. "Israfil. You've been a very bad fallen angel, and The Morning Star requests your help."​

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 23 - 4/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Slowly, she opened her eyes and lifted her head up from the bed. Several strands of hair stuck to her cheeks as she looked around in a complete daze. It took her a while for her to complete take in what was going on.

"Weeeeeeeeeeelllllll~, look who's finally awaaaaaaaaaaake~."

"Jeez, girl. When you get to sleep, you really sleep."

"Huh~? What's going on~?" She continued to look around and finally noticed that there were two strangers in the room with them. Her eyes widened and she backed up in the bed. "Wh-wh-wh-who are they?!" When she looked down at her shirt, she noticed that there was blood on her shirt. "Huh?! Wh-wh-why-why is th-th-there blood on my sh-sh-shi-shirt?!" There was an extremely confused look on her face. Then she spotted Sam sitting against the wall all tied up. "Wh-wh-why-why-why is he t-t-t-tied up like that?!"

"Like I said, when you sleep, you really sleep."

"H-h-ho-how long have I been a-a-asleep?!"

"Seeeeeeeeeems~ like you've been asleep for a whole weeeeeeeeeeeek~!"

"Don't be so stupid, dumbass! It's only been two days."

"Weeeeeeeeellll~ sitting here doing nothing while she slept certainly felt like a weeeeeeeeeek~!"

"I-I-I-I've been asleep for t-tw-tw-two days?!" The concept of her sleeping for two whole days is beyond crazy, but it happened. The amount of time she didn't get to sleep continued to pile up until she finally just slept all of those hours off. "Th-th-tha-that's crazy! I... I slept for two days?!"

She saw Hana pacing around. Except that she wasn't walking on the ground, she was levitating. More angel stuff. When she looked closely, she noticed the dark rings around her neck. "O-o-oh my god! Wha-wha-what happened to yo-yo-you, Hana?! Yo-your neck! It's all dark!"

"Maaaaaaaaaaan~ we always miss the fun stuuuuuuuffff~!"

"What about that plane crash we were involved in, dick for brains?"

"Thaaaaaaaaaat~ happened so long agooooooo~!"

"That was just last week. And what about that earthquake, pea-brained moron? That happened five days ago!"

"Thaaaaaaaat~ was five days ago. I'm talking about nooooooooooow~!"

"So you wanna keep getting into dangerous situations and possibly get her killed? You are such a fucking idiot! A titanic dumbass, that's what you are, you know that?"

"Weeeeeeeellll~ fuck you too, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchfiiiiiingeeeeeerrrsss~!" They had started bickering once again. But Joslyn had too much on her mind to be distracted by their continual fighting. It had become so routine that she had learned to filter it out, though she would still be irritated by it every now and then. Right now her focus was on her neck and what the hell had happened over the two days she had been sleeping.

 

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Richard woke up that morning in a bored state of mind. It had taken a while, he hadn't really known how long really, but he finally came to terms with the events happening everywhere. All the plane crashes, all the freak storms, all the earthquakes, all the zombie invasions...okay that last one was still weird but he had come to terms with it as well. He had come to the conclusion that as of right now the world was completely and utterly fucked up. For some reason or another strange things were happening around the world, and no matter how inexplicably guilty he felt about all of these things, there was not a damn thing anyone could do about it. That was nature for you. An unstoppable force capable of ending everything if it so felt like it.

Richard got out of bed and got ready for his day. He had been feeling lethargic, more so than his usual apathy permitted, and had finally decided to get ready and do things. He ate his meal as he usually would, just frozen food, and got dressed as he usually would. Today was the start of the new day so he did exactly what anyone would do. He pulled out his sabre, left his house, got in a car, and drove all the way to an abandon warehouse. Yup, just what any other person would do.

Once there he pulled his sabre out of the car and walked inside. Empty...just the way he liked it. He got into his en garde pose and just started fencing with no one in particular. When Austin wasn't around or Richard just didn't feel like fencing with him, he practiced on his own. He quite enjoyed the emptiness that was in this warehouse. The quiet it provided. It was just the thing he needed to be able to analyze everything about himself. Everything he did. How to improve, how to stop sucking at times. And as such he fenced the air away.

 

Sam looked up at Hana and let out a derisive snort. "Aren't we quick to trust again?"

She narrowed her gaze at him. "Of course not," she retorted.

"Well, as comfortable as I am tied up like this, I'd prefer not to be in them." He sat himself up straight. "Tell you what: Don't piss me off, and I'll try to behave. How's that sound?"

Hana pursed her lips and knelt down before home. There was a stirring on the bed and she glanced over to see Joslynfinally awake. That was a relief. She was beginning to worry about the fact that the other girl had been asleep for such a long time. Joslyn seemed startled and disoriented. Hana decided it best to let her work through the mess in her head before acknowledging her.

"I don't think that is a good idea. I could put my handcuffs on him if you want, that would probably be better then having him tied up." Tyson voiced his opinion.

Hana clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and began to untie the cord. "It's fine, but thanks officer." Hana's fingers worked quickly and Luria rested beside her foot.

"So just one final question, I guess, for now. How exactly do you "train" these like, hidden powers of ours?" Brandon asked while her hands worked at the knots.

She didn't bother looking back and her answer was clipped and vague. "By fighting. It helps you tap into your powers." The cord had just began to separate and it fell limp on Samuel's lap. She gathered it up and turned at the sound of Joslyn's shocked voice.

"O-o-oh my god! Wha-wha-what happened to yo-yo-you, Hana?! Yo-your neck! It's all dark!"

Hana touched her throat lightly, then glanced at the man by her feet. "Sam strangled me. How are you feeling Joslyn?" She was worried for the girl's health. Her gaze shifted to the newcomers. "I could take you to get your swords tomorrow if you'd like."

 

Decimus Black

----- Day: 23 ----- Mood: The Hell?/Excited ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction: Danel -----

As he cringed in pain the man wanting to meet him laughed.

Who the f*ck does he think he is?!

He shook his head a bit to ward off some of the pain and looked back at the man, who called himself Danel.

Did he just say that he could help with the headache? He was the one who caused the frigging thing how the hell could he-

The man held out his hand. It was rude to not shake someone else’s hand, so Decimus extended his to meet the stranger’s. As soon as their hands met a black mist coiled around them then went into his arm.

“What the hell?!” He whispered loudly in confusion. For some odd reason his headache had started to subside.

“I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing here.”

“Well, I hope it’s not about a hit someone put out for my head.”

FREEZE.

Freeze? Um… what?

He could see the drapes on a distant window freeze in place.

“Alright. Are you some sort of witch doctor or something?”

Wings sprouted from the man’s back.

“Oh sh*t,” he said out loud as some memories started to come back to him. “(Insert Danel’s angel name here because I can’t find it)?”

“Israfil. You’ve been a very bad fallen angel, and The Morning Star requests your help.”

“C’mon (again, insert Danel’s angel name), you know me. I can’t help myself to the sweet taste of sin.” Decimus rubbed his hands together. “What’s Big Red got up his sleeve this time?”

 

"Hey sweetheart you ok?" Tyson asked Joslyn. She seemed a little out of sorts and talking to herself. "Why wait to get the swords? We should get them now and check for any survivors while we're at it. I'm sure there's tons of survivors out there, and what's the point having these powers if we can't help anyone with them?" Tyson just couldn't stand there talking if there's people that needs help.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (5/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Like a kid in a sword shop\\\

Brandon was a bit freaked out by the women with white hair's sudden outburst of questions. Though she was kidnapped last night and she didn't seem to be moving in the slightest during that time, so Brandon figured it was perfectly understandable. However his head was still exploding with all the development going on everywhere and couldn't focus on any given term because there was a lot to take in in one sitting of information. However he heard something about going out to get his swords to which Brandon immediately perked up.

"In total agreeance with the policeman here in every way shape and form." Really he was more bounding in excitement at the prospect at getting his own magic sword and lightning powers. Both just sounded too ridiculously awesome to pass up the chance and not go as soon as humanly possible. The whole saving the world from zombies and dark angels and blah blah blah could take a backseat to MAGIC SWORDS.

 

Decimus was undoubtedly in shock over time stopping in and around the building. It was like a bubble of frozen time. If anyone entered the bubble, they would be frozen as well. Just the two of them were free of this time warp.

“C’mon Danel, you know me. I can’t help myself to the sweet taste of sin.” Decimus rubbed his hands together. “What’s Big Red got up his sleeve this time?”

Danel shook his head in disgust. " That's not important. All that matters is that i have a job for you, should you decide you want in." He needed to clean up the mess Samuel made and he needed to clean it up fast.

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Hana pulled the compass off her person. It had calmed down, but had yet to lay completely dormant once more? Could there still be another angel? If so, where? Tyson started to speak to Joslyn who had seemed to work herself up quite a bit.

"Why wait to get the swords? We should get them now and check for any survivors while we're at it. I'm sure there's tons of survivors out there, and what's the point having these powers if we can't help anyone with them?" He said to her.

Hana shook her head. It would take quite some time to get back to the storage locker. The earthquake had done so much damage.

"In total agreeance with the policeman here in every way shape and form." Brandon perked up.

She sighed. " All right then. But it will take time to get there with the roads as bad as they are." She turned her blue- eyed gaze on Tyson. "Unfortunately, Officer Malone, the only way we can truly help the humans, is by winning. Anything else is just a temporary fix." She looked sad and distant. Her attention turned to Samuel and she pursed her lips. "You're coming with so that i can keep a watchful eye on you." Hana motioned with her finger for him to rise and she moved to Joslyn, taking a seat beside her on the bed.

"I know you're really confused right now, but explanations will have to wait until later. Here," she set the compass over Joslyn's head and let it fall lightly on her chest. " You hold onto this for me. Do you want me to make them go away For awhile?" She asked, pressing her finger to the pale girl's forehead. She waited patiently for her to think on it, then obliged with Joslyn's decision.

Hana rose to her feet and looked to Cassie. "Cassandra, do you think you can keep an eye on things here until we get back?" Tue other girl looked unsure but nodded. Hana grabbed her backpack and placed Luria inside his case , dropping it into the canvas bag. She tossed it over her shoulders and opened the door, waiting for everyone else to exit before her. She wanted to keep a good eye on Samuel.

When they reached the car, a flash of memory from yesterday froze her in place. She could vividly see his hand wrapped around her throat like she was watching it in third person, rather than living it in first. Hana swallowed nervously and brushed her fingers over the dark marks before climbing into the driver's seat.

 

Tyson followed Hana outside. Tyson made sure that he had a fresh full clip in his assault rife, and hand gun. Then hopped into the front sent. He glanced over at Hana who was rubbing her neck. "You ok? I could drive if you want." She seemed a little out of it about something.
"So after we get the swords, what then? Go after more fallen? Or do we get to take the fight to the 'Hell's Angels?'" Tyson asked. Tyson was hoping the latter, he just couldn't wait to get his hands on Temeluchas. "If you want my opinion, I say we take care of some of Lucifer's Lieutenants. Like Temeluchas and Danel. That might derail their plans for at least a little while and give us more time to our troops on order."

 

Decimus Black

----- Day: 23 ----- Mood: Calm ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction: Danel -----

Danel seemed to have a disgusted look on his face. It was no surprise to the fallen one. He always seemed like he thought of himself as better than the rest of them, especially after they fell.

“I really like how your wings are turning out, Danel. Midnight Blue is a good color on you.” He smirked at his unintended rhyme.

“All that matters is that I have a job for you, should you decide to want in.”

Decimus raised his eyebrow. It had been a long time since they had asked for any jobs to be done. He couldn’t even remember what his last job was. Oh well, it would probably come to him sooner or later.

“Well, I’m listening. Shall we discuss this over a drink or dinner? You’re also welcome to stay if you like. The rooms next to me are practically always vacant so you don’t have to worry about past customers. I know that you must be busy so you can decide whatever you like.”

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Tyson climbed into the front seat and Hana half hoped he would have sat in back with his gun trained on Samuel the entire drive. "You ok? I could drive if you want." He asked her with clear concern.

"I'm fine." Her tone was clipped and her blue eyes found Samuel in the rear view mirror.

"So after we get the swords, what then? Go after more fallen? Or do we get to take the fight to the 'Hell's Angels?'" Tyson asked.

Hana grit her teeth and started the car. "I don't think so." She told him.

"If you want my opinion, I say we take care of some of Lucifer's Lieutenants. Like Temeluchas and Danel. That might derail their plans for at least a little while and give us more time to our troops on order."

She sighed and pulled the car out onto the misshapen street. "As swell of a plan as that is, they are bound to have more protection than we can handle. We need to find more of the others in order to be stronger, not to mention training. Officer, you can't keep relying on the Mist of Hellfire either. It's a toxin that needs to be rid from your body or you will rot and die. It's not something an angel, especially an archangel, should ever possess." The look on her face as she kept her eyes fixed on the streets was sullen. "The nephilim, did you go through with it?" She asked after a bit of silence.

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“Well, I’m listening. Shall we discuss this over a drink or dinner? You’re also welcome to stay if you like. The rooms next to me are practically always vacant so you don’t have to worry about past customers. I know that you must be busy so you can decide whatever you like.”

Danel shook his head. "Now would be best. I don't have a lot of time." He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair and sighed. "One of the others that was tasked with a responsibility fell through and i have to clean up the mess." He informed the man. "How good are you at turning relatively dominant women into the submissive sorts that you keep. I have a few girls that need to be put in their place and sex trafficking ... well, that will show them." His expression was dark and dangerous as his brown eyes shifted from curtain to curtain.

 

Tyson sighed. "Yeah, one, maybe two. I'm not sure if the last one will take. What do you want me to say? 'Ops sorry for helping to end the world, my bad.'? Actions speak louder then words, nothing I say will make up for it!" Tyson said as he stared at the destruction of the city. "Sorry. I just.....I wanted to believe that Temeluchas could bring my fiancé back. I guess it's easier to believe a lie then the cold hard truth."
"So how will you purge that Mist of Hellfire? If it's like a poison then what's the antidote?" Tyson asked. "Do I have to sweat it out or something?"

 

Tyson sighed. "Yeah, one, maybe two. I'm not sure if the last one will take. What do you want me to say? 'Ops sorry for helping to end the world, my bad.'? Actions speak louder then words, nothing I say will make up for it!" he said as he stared at the destruction of the city.

Hana shook her head. "That's not what i was implying."

"Sorry. I just.....I wanted to believe that Temeluchas could bring my fiancé back. I guess it's easier to believe a lie then the cold hard truth."

"I understand," she replied softly.

"So how will you purge that Mist of Hellfire? If it's like a poison then what's the antidote?" Tyson asked. "Do I have to sweat it out or something?" He asked.

Her lips pressed together and she made a popping noise. " ... I don't know. I've never done it before. There's someone I could ask, but he's rather indisposed at the moment ..." she sighed and turned onto a highway.