Well, sorry for the long wait. I lose my will to write sometimes.

This isn't the same cave I fell asleep in, is it?" Blue eyes stared lazily at the darkness of what he assumed was a cave ceiling. That, or someplace underground really… Sam was really hoping he wasn't buried alive in a casket or something.

The blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a 1967 Zippo lighter and lit a small red flame, not really illuminating anything, so that disproved the buried alive theory, but it calmed Sam's nerves. Staring at the fire that is.

All those pretty colors.

Shiney colo-

"Ow, FUCK! I did it AGAIN!" Sam yelled to himself, closing the lighter and shaking off his hand to get rid of the pain from the small burn. The blonde stood up and took glances around the room, cave, place, blinking in hopes to somehow adjust to the lack of light.

A shaky step forward sent the blonde over an edge and lose his footing on the now steep slanting ground, tumbling head over heels through further darkness.

'I don't know if this is karma or Murphey's law, but fuck BOTH OF 'EM!' Sam both screamed both externally and internally, his side then proceeding to hit a rock and bouncing off the steep drop off and slammed through an adjacent wall.

Bright light filled Sam's vision, the darkness suddenly disappearing, as contradictory as that sounds, and opened up into a large cave lit up by candles that gave the room a 'dark and gothic' sort of vibe.

'Kinda hope I didn't stumble into something I'm not supposed to see.' The blond sat up and was currently looking around the room for an exit. A large stone table was situated in the center of the room, four large candles stationed at the four corners of the slab. Hanging about three feet above the stone table, hanging from a long chain, was a ornate golden cross with large green gemstones.

The cross itself probably held some spiritual purpose, was irreplaceable, and really expensive.

'Shiney...'

Not that it really mattered much to the son of Hermes.

The golden cross was swiftly removed from its confinement on the chain and was inspected closely by blue eyes. Soft chuckling escaped a grinning mouth, thieving hands flipping the golden item, inspecting the cross closely.

'Man,' Sam thought. ' The last time I found something this shiny was when I raided one of dad's UPS trucks.'

Light shuffling from behind him broke Sam out of his admiration of the shiny object.

"...st down here." A feminine voice came from a corridor behind the blond demigod that he hadn't noticed before. "We got it from the transport truck a few days ago. No traces, no mess, and the cheep plastic version should keep them from noticing that it's missing."

"Good." A deeper voice said, this one distinctly male. "With the cross and the-" The two figures had reached the opening of the tunnel, but had stopped and stared in slight bewilderment at the blond demigod.

The woman was standing on the left, had short, light pink hair and... eyes. Sam couldn't really see the little details in the dark room. She had on one of those Chinese dresses that didn't have any sleeves and had an upside down heart cut out right above her cleavage. The most noticeable thing however, were the two spiraling ram horns sticking out of the side of her head.

The man to her left, Sam's right, had dark silvery grey hair and a dark blue trench coat. The coat actually made the man a bit more difficult to see in the darkness.

Sam's blue eyes stared at the tensing people in the threshold, the eyes of the demigod not showing much emotion at the intruders.

They all stood there for a few more moments of silence, before...

"MEEP MEEP!" Sam yelled, tucking and rolling off the stone table, away from the now acting person's at the other side of the room. Thankfully for Sam, the hole that he... created... was still there and functioning for a successful get away.

The cave suddenly disappeared, replacing itself with a grassy hill that was dotted with trees. Sam rolled out of the hole and landed on his back, staring up at the night sky. Blue eyes slowly narrowed at the dark blue sky. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Where are all the stars?" The blond muttered to himself, staring up at a relatively blank night sky. Sure there were a few stars here and there, but most of the light from the big balls of plasma out in the solar system was almost nonexistent.

Shaking his head and deciding to leave that line of pondering for later, the blonde sat up and looked at his surroundings. There were a few trees dotted around the hill, a forest edge off the the far right of Sam's vision. Going up the hill was an overgrown stone path, weeds having taken over the man made path which led to a run down church at the top.

"...Well," Sam stood and wiped off his pants. "Good enough a place as any to stay for the night before finding out where I am." And made his way to the abandoned church on the hill. Tep. Tep. Tep. His combat boots made noise on the stone on his way up the path, eyes set firmly on the run down building.

Reaching the building, the wooden doors were actually a lot lighter than Sam thought they would be, but they did, in fact, make a squeaking noise on their rusted hinges. A squeaking noise which gained the attention of every single living being in the 'abandoned' church.

Peering inside the church, Sam was met face to face with an entire chapel filled with people that had white robes on, though most also had on hoods.

"Oh." The blond said, eyes gazing over the room. "Didn't know somebody was already-" He was cut off when he ducked from a loud BANG and a bullet whizzed overhead. Sam tucked and rolled to the right of the door, dodging a few more bullets, and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He quickly pulled out two IMBEL Pistolas from the green jacket.

He closed his eyes and breathed in, the gunfire slowing down but the sound of clothes shuffling indicated people moving.

"Let's do this." Sam said to himself, steeping his nerves, and turned back into the threshold of the door as the first white robed man started to leave the church.

BANG

The robed man had only started to look down as the bullet left the barrel and traveled through his jaw, into his brain. The now dead man tumbled backwards into the person behind him, knocking him off balance. The blond demigod stood up and aimed, this time, with his right hand.

BANGBANGBANG

Three more shots and three more dead on the robes side as Sam ducked to the right to avoid more gunfire. Rolling to behind a pew, the blond made a few more shots at the people that were next to the door. BANGBANGBANGBANG. A few more bodies slumped to the floor, blood trickling down various parts of their heads.

Gunshots and smoke filled the room as more of the robed people shot at the pew Sam was hiding behind, ripping apart the weak wooden defence that was in place. The blond ducked and rolled to the side once again, dodging more bullets and getting away from the line of fire. Leaning over the side of the pew, BANGBANGBANG, and Sam took out a few more of the robed people that were making attempts on his life.

"HAA!" Came a yell from above the blond demigod, drawing his attention to a robed man with a glowing sword that was swung down with a SWISH but a BANG bullet smashed through the spectral sword and into the robed man, sending him back over the pew and crashing into the wooden flooring.

Sam rushed over the the other side of the pew, dodging bullets and taking BANGBANG two more shots that smashed into a forehead and another bullet, causing the bullets to ricochet into a man's leg and through another robed man's ear, ripping the cartilage off their face.

Sam blocked another sword strike with his gun, bringing the other hand up the the opposing man's heart. BANG. 'Another one down.'

BANGBANGBANGBANGCLICKCLICKCLICK

'Damn it.' Sam swore, duck down behind another pew to reload. He grabbed the top of his right handed gun, and pulled back. A loud clicking noise was accompanied by a low glow on the side of the handle, followed by a few soft clicks. The blond demigod quickly repeated the process with his left handed gun.

"Gah!" Sam gasped out, pain running up his leg from where a lucky shot got in from the robed men. He grit his teeth in anger, bit back the pain, and launched another wave of well placed headshots against the robed men.

Currently ducked behind a new pew, Sam was applying pressure on where the bullet grazed his thigh, not much damage but still enough to cause sufficient amounts of pain. The blonde had taken out most of the people in the room by now, bodies and blood all over the wooden floor. A few pews had been torn up by gunfire while a bunch of the 'light sabres', as Sam liked to call them, were strewn over the floor.

'Right.' Sam reloaded his right gun again. 'Just a few more left. Hopefully after this I can get first ai-' Sam's thoughts were suddenly cut off when the ground next to him blew up, sending the blond tumbling across the floor.

"So, this is what all the commotion is about." A voice said from further back in the church, this one high, like a child, but full of annoyance. "A little hu-. A human, your having so much trouble with a human?"

"But Fallen Angel-sama!" Another voice, probably from the ground of robed men called in a language in which Sam do not know. "He-"

"No excuses!" The child voice said again, this time with more anger. "You're all rogue exorcists aren't you!? You're trained to be better than a human!"

"Well, Miltelt." A new voice, this one masculine. "We shouldn't be squabbling, but greeting our guest." That turned sadistic... well then. Sam peaked over the edge of the pew and his eyes widened at what he saw.

They were harpies... no, they didn't have the talons and were DEFINITELY not ugly... they had WINGS though. What species had wings but wasn't a harpy!?

There were four of the harpy-not-harpy people three women and one man. The little one was a blond, just like Sam, and was wearing some sort of, maid costume? Sam wasn't sure, there were frills. The woman next to her was a lot taller and had long dark hair and a trench coat that showed a lot of cleavage of her huge boobs. On the other side of the little girl was the man wearing a long coat and fedora. And finally, to the far left, was a woman with long black hair and very large breasts. The only reason that fact was brought up was, well, she was wearing what could be attested to be a leather bondage outfit.

Oh, also they all had black wings and were floating above the robed people.

'Yah know, how can they fly without flapping their wings?'

"There."

Screw it, he'll deal with it later.

Some of my best work comes when I'm half asleep at 3 am, some of my worst works come when I'm half asleep at 3 am. Also, I'm shit at personalities.