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Chronicles of a Fallen Angel

Chapter 1

It always began with the fall. He felt the wind cutting into his skin leaving small bleeding cuts across his body. With a mighty thud his body collided with the earth, next he heard the whoosh and saw the dark clouds of smoke headed toward him. He willed his broken vessel to move but it was too late. From then all there was was pain.

The blaring of the alarm caused the man's eyes to open and with a mildly annoyed yawn the device was turned off. It was time to start the day. Wiping away the mist from the shower revealed the face of a man in his mid-twenties that some would call handsome with his slightly long brown hair and five o clock shadow. But the most curious thing about the man were the sigils that covered his body. His entire back and front were covered in numerous symbols. They were soon covered with a white t-shirt and then with a black jacket and blue jeans he completed the look.

Throwing the motel owner a wad of cash he put everything back in the saddle bags of his motorcycle and soon was on the open road a smirk on his face as the owner yelled after him. The wage of cash had all been 1's.

As night approached he parked his bike in the parking lot of a bar. Out of one of the saddle bags he grabbed a clay statue. It was nothing more than a piece of clay shaped to looked vaguely like a person, and it was old. The statue looked like it belonged in a museum much more than a saddle bag. The man gave it a small smile rubbing his thumb over it before placing it back in the bag. With a ding he entered the bar. It was small with a few tables on the left and the bar took up most of the room on the right. There were a couple of truckers sitting at a table in the back and a female bartender. With a nod toward the truckers the man took place a seat at the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender said as she was cleaning a glass.

"A shot of your best whiskey."

The woman smirked, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

The man returned the smirk, "Pour the drink and we'll see."

With a small shrug the woman did just that and slid it across the bar into the man's hand as he threw it back, and shook his head.

"Whoa I did it enjoy that. I'll have to take the bottle after I'm through here." The man said

"What-"

The woman never too got to finish her thought as the man pushed the stool over and drew a gun and shot her point black in the chest. The two trucker's eyes became black but before they could leave there seats they were hit by two throwing knifes which pierced their hearts but the bodies glowed a slight yellow and slumped over.

The demon was breathing heavily and trying to escape it's vessel but to no avail as the man hopped over the bar gun in hand.

"My gun is loaded with devil's traps bullets, so you aren't going anywhere."

"What do you want hunter?" She asked eyes turning black and spitting out the last word with as much hate and venom as possible.

The man placed the barrel of the gun on her neck and traced it to the top of her head.

"What is the next seal that your friend Lilith is going after?"

The demon let out a loud harsh laugh. "Buddy I am far too low on the totem pole to know that."

The man gave a small smile before shooting the demon again in the heart as it let out a scream.

"Come now, I know how gossipy you demons are."

The demon spit at him, but relented, "There are rumors about Maryland, a church in Ilchester Maryland."

The man holstered his gun. "There was that so hard? But you did get one thing wrong though."

"What was that?"

The man smiled as his eyes once blue green eyes now glowed a pure white as he place his hand on her head, "I am much more than a mere hunter."

The demon let out an un-holy scream as it was exercised from its vessel. Breathing heavily the man stumbled back and hit the back of the bar before taking a few deep breaths and composing himself. With a quick look he grabbed the bottle of whiskey that he wanted and left the bar.

Taking a swig of whisky as he stood next to his ride the man thought about his next move. Should he try to stop the breaking of the seal? If he didn't' then the Apocalypse would occur, if that happened then all the key players would be in place and finally he could get a shot at the vengeance he craved, but then the human race would suffer or be destroyed. "Protect my creation" that simple commanded ran through his mind. With a sigh he capped the bottle and threw it into his saddle bag and began the ride to Maryland hoping he wasn't too late."

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