The dreary night collapsed around the man running, keeping to the shadows and hardly making a noise. He would glance back from time to time, but his feet never stopped running. The black trench coat he wore flapped in the wind his pace created, and it wasn't long until he was swiftly climbing up a fence in the middle of an alley and he landed on the other side. His green eyes glanced back at the top of the fence and it seemed like his adversary had stopped in its chase, but a sudden sound of wind made the man turn slowly to the front. Before him, the very creature that was chasing him, stood in front of him.
He looked over the creature, though every once in a while an image would zap and the man could see what the creature was disguised as. A man. Blond hair, blue eyed. But his true form... Nothing but a dark and sinister looking beast that... No the image changed again and it was an angel. An angel that had two broken wings limp beside him. In his right hand a broken sword, the tip seeming to be lost from some sort of battle.
"Prophet Nathaniel," the angel spoke, his voice smooth and comforting. The Prophet Nathaniel narrowed his eyes and soon felt the discomfort of the chain linked fence against his back. His hand, behind his back, he gripped the fence with so much force that he was sure the small points on the fence were digging in and drawing blood. "Why would you run from me? I thought we were making so much progress." The angel took a step forward towards Nathaniel, but the Prophet hit the fence again.
A car passed and for once the prophet was shown in some light. His head was bleeding, a shoulder was dislocated, and there was blood staining his shirt on his abdomen. A swollen eye looked up at the angel and Nathaniel spit some of his blood on the ground before the creature, "What makes you think that I would ever tell you the secrets of heaven? The child is hidden Lucifer... You'll never find her." The former angel seemed to pause for a moment and then took a step forward.
Suddenly Nathaniel found his shirt curled up in the fist of the angels, and he groaned when he was forced away from the fence. His hand strained to keep hold of the links, but the feeling in his arm was starting to wean away the more blood that he lost. "Nathaniel... Don't test my patience," Lucifer hissed at the prophet. But then dropped his head and suddenly the angel was laughing. The prophet, confused, looked at the angel and was soon thrown to the ground forced to look up into the angels eyes. They glowed red in anger, but there was something else there as well... Nathaniel wasn't sure what was happening but he soon felt pain shoot up his leg and he cried out. "Shhhh, you wouldn't want to wake the neighbors." Lucifer pointed his thumb to the abandoned building beside them. Nathaniel gritted his teeth and glared.
A small noise came from Lucifer, and the angel was down at eye level in seconds. "Now, Nathaniel. Let's talk about... Nephilim. Shall we?" The prophet whimpered, and let his head fall back a part of him knowing that he would most likely not being lasting till the morning. Stay safe... Young one.