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Topic Started: Feb 25 2011, 01:56 PM (79 Views)
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The angelic figure walked past the small fire, approaching the disheveled body that tried to crawl away from him.

"You clearly do not understand the meaning of stay," growled the angel as he picked the man up and hurled him over the fire. The man yelped in pain as a small portion of his pants caught fire. Though it had been necessary to build a fire earlier, before the incident, the area was now lit by the heavenly fire burning in the angel's eyes.

"P-please," the man stammered in Arabic, "they were not with me!" He looked over at the mound of body parts at the edge of the camp...a reminder of a kidnapping gone sour.

"That is of no consequence, my friend," the angel replied. "You see, in these dark times you and your ilk have taken to kidnapping for what? Sacrifices?"

The man rolled over and grasped a burning log from the fire to use as a weapon.

"Just let me leave, please!" The man cried out. The angel reared back its wings and created a gust of wind that extinguished all flame in the area. All that remained were the haunting glowing eyes that pierced the veil of darkness.

"And let you try this again," the angel asked, chuckling. "No, my friend, your life will end so that stability will be restored." The man began to sob and crumpled to the ground as the angel approached. There would be no escape. He could make out the glint of the inhuman armor grafted to the being's left arm as the gauntlet reached for the man's neck.

Snap.


***


Isaac looked once more at the mound of bodies before he took to the sky. Before the Becoming there had been no purpose for him, just wandering without guidance, without Faith. Now...he knew his mission in life was to restore order. His punishment for his lack of faith had been a blessing in disguise; this cursed form would deliver stability to this war-torn world, no matter what the cost. He saw a village burning off in the distance and smiled.

Tonight would be fun.
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