Please remember, this is a supernatural FICTION. I don't follow the bible although there are biblical truths involved. Thanks! please leave a review ;)) xox
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"Hello my newest minion" Klaus teased, as he picked up the trembling man that was kneeling beneath him.
"Where am I? Who are you?" he cried with fear.
"So many questions, so little time. Open your ears wide mate, and be prepared to learn quickly. I don't have all day." His tone was sleek and filled with warning.
Klaus grabbed the man by the shoulder, leading him to the couch.
"You are in hell. Well, not hell literally just yet. More like an avenue of it."
The mans eyes opened wide in astonishment. He looked around the room, anticipating some inclination his statement were true. But he appeared to be in a mansion, no burning flames or screaming helpless souls.
"You're kidding me right? I'm in hell? Looks to me like you are crazy because I have no clue what you're talking about."
Klaus smiled devilishly. He stood from the couch making his way to the coffee table right in front of the man. He sat down, clasping his hands together in prep to educate him.
"First things first, I talk, you listen. Ask questions after I explain, and if I feel like answering I will, and if I don't – well then your out of luck, not that there is such a thing."
Klaus raised an eyebrow, waiting for the man to nod his head in agreement.
"There are Four types of angels. One, those that are in the army of light. We call them lights. Then you have your higher ups like yours truly, called arch angels"
"You're an arch angel?"
"Yes" Klaus replied.
"Like, one from heaven?"
Klaus let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing the man by the arm to stand him.
"Bloody hell. Why would I be an angel from heaven if I just told you that you are in an extended part of hell?"
The man pulled his arm from his grasp.
"I don't know alright? I'm a little confused here. I just randomly woke up shivering in fear at some random house, with a guy telling me I'm in hell, while he explains types of angels to me. Forgive me if I'm a little shaken up and filled with naivety."
Klaus's lips formed a thin line.
"What is your name?" Klaus asked.
The man looked confused. He tilted his head to the side trying to make sense of it all.
"That's right. You cannot remember, because you no longer belong to yourself."
Klaus stepped back, reaching for his leather jacket on the nearby sofa. The man examined him as Klaus straightened out his collar with a grin on his face.
"Let's go for a walk Mark." He smiled, gripping the young man on his back as he lead them to the doorway.
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"Where are we?" The man asked as they sped walk through the fast paced city.
"You are in New York. The city that never sleeps, because the sin never gets tired" he winked.
Mark increased his pace to stay close to Klaus as they crossed the street.
"I just want to understand all this. You said there's more angels right? Well you only named two, what are the others?"
"The other two are dark angels, a created being as you are right now, and as I once was a very long time ago." Klaus responded, never breaking eye contact from the way ahead.
"I am the second type, a dark arch, higher in the legion. I lead the dark army for the big boss."
The man gulped nervously, steadying his pace and avoiding the clash of oncoming pedestrians. He looked upon Klaus in confusion as he never moved out of the way, and never slammed into adjacent walkers.
"When you say big boss, you mean.."
"Yes, I mean Satan, Serpent, The Enemy, Dark One. He has many names" Klaus interrupted before continuing.
"For whatever reason Mark, in your miserable human existence, something must have happened to you that brought you to the dark side."
The man stopped dead in his tracks. Klaus continued to walk until he realized Mark was no longer following at his side. Irritated, Klaus retracted his steps toward the young man standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk. Grabbing him by the arm, he shoved him into the nearest alley.
"Problem I presume?"
Mark stared at the ground, he seemed stunned by this new piece of information.
"So if what you're saying is true, I sold my soul to the devil?" he said sorrowfully as he looked into Klaus' empty eyes.
"Yes."
The man covered his face with his hands.
"How come I can't remember!? I want to remember why this happened!?" He pleaded.
"Collect yourself mate! NO ONE remembers, not even I. Truth be told, I was once a pathetic human until I became this."
The veins in Klaus' face protruded through his once perfect skin tracing the outline underneath his eyes. His corner teeth extended to the corner of his lips, until they almost pierced through the skin.
Mark stepped backwards, placing one hand in front of him, as if to fend him off.
"What the hell! You said you were a dark angel!" he yelled toward him.
The black outline dissipated around his eyes, and Klaus grinned with composure.
"Dark angel, demon, monster, whatever one fancies to call us nowadays."
Mark stepped closer to him, searching for any lies in his eyes.
"So I can do what you just did? I am a monster now?"
Klaus leaned forward, his face hovering slightly over the young man in front of him.
"Yes Mark, and I will show you the ropes of how this all works." He glared.
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"So now I work for Satan, killing innocent people when he tells me too?"
Klaus nodded from across the table as they sat in the corner of a small coffee shop in the city.
"Yes, innocent? Not always, but for the most part it is that simple. There are more logistics but we will save that for another time. Basically, I get a name from the higher up and we go after them. Typically it is never easy, especially when they have faith in God. Some, I watch for years, and others it is fast and easy as pie"
"God?" Mark questioned, as if the concept was foreign to him.
"Yes Mark, God. Do you think there can be evil without good?"
"So why do you choose evil? He asked confused.
"I didn't choose this. Well I did, I just don't remember why. Either way Mark, this is what we are and there is no changing that. Every thought you ever had about knowing the one and good almighty God is gone. You work for this side now."
Mark sat back in his seat looking around the room at all the chatter and laughter.
"So if we're not alive, can anyone in this room see us?"
"No. Except for the lights, the angels of light, they can see us. They will try to prevent you from getting the job done. Annoying little bastards if you ask me." Klaus stated with a glint of annoyance.
"Speak of the devil" Klaus lips curled in acknowledgment.
"We have a light right now staring at us from across the room."
Mark looked to the corner to see an attractive red head, her eyes smiling in acknowledgement of their presence. She sat next to a man, as he ate his bagel with a newspaper spread across his lap. She looked completely normal, dressed in human attire. One would never know she didn't belong. The longer he stared, he came to realize the man never acknowledged her presence, never looked in her direction, and she always watched him with a peaceful look on her face.
"So she is his guardian angel then?"
Klaus winked at the woman before turning in Mark's direction.
"Yes, she is his guardian. When we set out to take a life, there mission is to get in the way and prevent that. I usually like the easier victims. You know, the simple minded men and women who think they do know wrong. They think they are smart, but in reality they are stupid. No guardians around to protect them, because they have no faith. Much like you and I most likely were in our human lives. Otherwise we wouldn't be acquainted in such circumstances now." Klaus' eyebrow curled entertainingly.
Klaus blew the woman a kiss from across the room. She shook her head disapprovingly but seemed to not be affected by his advances.
Mark perched his lip in disgust.
"And you actually enjoy what you are? I don't know how you pray on innocent people. I don't think I can do this, or ever become like you."
"Oh Mark, you know what they say. If you are going to hell, you should enjoy the ride." He extended his arm, shaking his shoulder in a taunting manner.
"Besides, once you take your first, you will grow immune to it. This is a job, and you become your work."
Mark placed his hand to his temples, rubbing them in hopes to alleviate his anxiety.
"And children? You hurt them too?"
Klaus' smile dissipated, his eyes growing cold with his question.
"Those losses come straight from the top without my assistance, nor have I ever been asked to do anything to a child. Typically those circumstances are just an outcome from the fall of man. Sickness, accidents, murder, all the after effects from the fall Mark. But, those losses God allows- no sense making sense of it, because you will never fully understand the will of God. Our job is to directly pinpoint specific people. Whether these people are future threats who knows, but they have a target on them for a reason. We are in a war Mark, and you don't have a choice as to the side you are on now. The earlier you accept that, the better off you will be"
Klaus leaned back in his chair, gliding his hand through his wavy kept curls.
"What is your name? I mean, I know you know who I am, but you never told me who you are." Mark asked.
"My name is Klaus."
"What's your last name?"
Klaus glided his thumb over the moisture on his untouched glass of water.
"I don't know Mark, nor will I ever remember."
Suddenly, Klaus gripped his eyes closed tightly. His head cocking to the side as if he were listening to a faraway conversation.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked nervously. His eyes looking from one direction of the room to the other.
"There is someone new on my list. Her name is Caroline."