The tourist town was more of a long street that stretched for a mile or two, both sides were lined with shops and museums and different arrays of restaurants. That was the main tourist section of town, the rest were residential homes. That same street stretched deep through the woods and ended in a scenic walking trail that led to the opposite side of Lago Dulce, their cabins were directly across it. There were historical sites dotted along the trail, old houses and preserved parks with different natural and historical information written on placards that were placed everywhere.

The four spirituals drove down Main Street and finally pulled up to a diner that Stiles remembered having the best food. The street was busier than they thought it'd be, people moved around as if there were some busy event going on, but the group figured this was the only place in town to get the things they needed, not like in Beacon Hills that had different types of super markets and specialty stores scattered everywhere.

They all piled out of Jackson's truck and out onto the street. People turned to look at them curiously, but not rudely, and the small group of spirituals was able to ignore it and enter the restaurant. The place was called Heaven's Rest and was decorated in pale white's and greens, it was nicer than they expected but still on the corny side, small little cherubs glared at them from where they were nailed into the four corners of the place. The waitresses and cooks wore fake halos around their heads, they were attached to a sweat band with a thin wire, the halos themselves were made of plastic and looked like tinsel. Jackson, Danny, and Stiles stared at them and tried very hard not to feel completely insulted; it was completely racist, like wearing black face. Jackson looked up at his glowing crown and couldn't help smiling, now these people could see what a real halo looked like, Danny was too embarrassed to reveal his own halo and instead coughed to clear some of the tension. They were seated at a table at the back of the restaurant, Jackson's wings made it impossible to sit at a booth, but they were okay with the arrangement. As the waitress walked away the group noticed a pair of wings that decorated the back of her uniform and the two angelics gave each other looks, Jackson gave Danny 'the look', and Danny snorted.

"So…if I remember correctly… I think they have amazing waffles here and I think the blueberry pancakes were really good. My dad also used to order the potato thingys with the meat in it, he said it was good and Derek seems like the type of guy who'd eat something like that," Stiles told everyone what he remembered was good while they all looked at the menu. Not much had changed since Stiles had been to the place and the menus were exactly the same. Danny ordered the blue berry pancakes, Jackson the egg white omelet with spinach, Derek obviously had to get the corn beef hash, while Scott and Stiles both ordered waffles with extra whipped cream.

"So have we figured out what this town is? I mean why is it a tourist attraction? It's obviously historic somehow," said Jackson as they all waited for their orders.

"Well I remember it having to do with spirituals but not why, like, I don't know what about spirituals…" The group turned from Stiles to the people sitting around them. There actually weren't any spirituals in the place, or outside, almost everyone was human. It was kind of creepy. But their food arrived and that thought was pushed out of their minds.

They ate their food and were surprised to find how delicious it actually was, Danny's pancakes were amazingly fluffy, there were so many blue berries they actually stained the batter blue, Derek's hash had thick chunks of potatoes and delicious pieces of corned beef, Scott and Stiles' waffles were incredibly decadent and towered with whipped cream, Jackson's egg white omelet was creamy and the spinach was actually delicious rather than bitter and watery. It was the best breakfast they'd had since arriving at the lake and helped rid them of the tension they had about walking around a new town.

They paid their bill and walked out onto the busy street. The four stood around not sure what to do when Jackson spoke up, "Why don't we go to that museum," he said and pointed across the street, "It'll probably tell us what this place is about." With that Jackson started across the street while the other four followed behind. The people around them stared as they made their way to the museum, even with his wings pulled against his body, Jackson kept knocking people out of his way. Derek wondered why they kept doing it, why they kept looking at them as if they were something…special, he shook his head and followed the others into the old building.

"AHHHH!" squealed the museum curator and completely terrified Derek as the museum door slammed closed behind him. The demonic flinched and his tail whipped around and hit Scott square in the face.

"What the fuck Derek! OW!" Scott brought his hand up and cupped the side of his face where a red welt was beginning to form. Danny grabbed Scott's hand and pulled it away to examine the bruise, it wasn't bad, Danny brought his hand up with the only healing spell he knew and wiped away the red welt and the pain it brought the smaller demonic. Danny smiled at Scott and the boy blushed, Jackson rolled his eyes, Scott was the biggest pussy he knew. Derek apologized while the curator continued to squeal like some teenage super fan.

"FAINLLY! Spirituals! I've been waiting for days, no! For like months now, we don't get many spirituals anymore, not since; well let's not talk about that now, we'll save that for later! I'm so excited!" the curator was a women in her early thirties, she wore a pair of khakis and a blue flower print button up, she looked like the quint essential house wife, like someone you would find inside an Ikea catalogue with a gaggle of children surrounding her. She had a dark tan complexion and long black hair that cascaded in waves down her shoulders. Her eyes were the shape of almonds and their color was a bright green, Jackson thought she was Mexican, or at least Hispanic.

"Welcome!" she yelled and the group of spirituals flinched, the women was loud and overly excited, "Welcome to the town of Del Cielo, it was founded in the early 1840's as a settlement for all the people who rushed to California in an attempt to make their fortune in gold!" The women spread her arms wide in front of her as if she were stepping through a curtain, "It didn't become an official city until the 1900's once the gold rush was well under way."

She leaned in then, towards Jackson, as if to share a secret, "That's how the town started but not why it's famous. See the people who rushed west in the late 1800's heard a legend from the local Mexicans and native Americans, they were told that long ago, when the land was still wild and humans had barely stepped foot into the America's, there once was a small village here, right were our town is. Depending one who's telling it its either a small settlement of Mexicans or native Americans, the point is there was a village here, this is historical and anthropological fact, they've found the remains of an old village," the women took a deep breath as the four spirituals stared at her, "the legend says that long ago there was a time when the sun didn't rise. The world was plunged into darkness so deep even fire could barely penetrate it. The people prayed for the sun to return and one day—when they had run out of food, when their only fire was on the verge of going out—two stars fell from the sky. In their wake came the glorious orb of light we know of as the sun. The two stars fell into the lake nearby; we know it as Lago Dulce, and from its depths rose two people, one had large wings and a glowing halo of light above their head, the other had a long pointed tail and large horns…and if the legend is true than our little town of Del Cielo is the birth place of all spirituals." The Women ended her long speech with a deep breath and flourish of her hands which even Stiles thought was over the top. The four spirituals stood there with nothing to say, stunned. Mostly, they were trying to process what the woman had said.

"Well don't just stand there come in, come in, come on," she wove her arms through Jackson's and led him deeper into the museum, past the front reception and into their main exhibit, she paid no mind to the many things Jackson's wings knocked to the ground as he was pulled deeper into the museum. The group behind him straightened everything that fell to the floor before running after the two.

The three spirituals finally caught up with Jackson in the next room. The room of the museum they were in had the basic town facts, it spoke of the gold rush and what it was, when it happened, and how it led to the formation of the town they were in. Underneath glass cases they could see old pickaxes and helmets, they could see hunks of different minerals, even gold, it was all very generic for a museum. The room after that had information about the tribe that once occupied the area long before the 49'ers ever reached it, but most of it were accounts taken from other Native American tribes and even some Mexicans that travelled far north into California. Here they found old journal pages that had been blown up and pasted on the walls and most told of the story about the spiritual birth place. The back of the museum was dedicated to the origins of the spirituals and to spiritual history itself, and it was utterly amazing, the three spirituals stood stunned as Jackson was pulled into the center of the room, he pulled his arm away from the crazy women and hid behind Derek as the women turned to catch him.

The area dominated the biggest portion of the museum and had information on angelics and demonics; it was more information than the four spirituals had ever seen. There were examples of early clothing and the way it accommodated wings and tails, strange ancient decorations that once adorned halos and horns. There was a list of different jobs that angelics and demonics had once been able to take, like Soul Dealers, angelics and demonics who took the souls of other people to grant them their deepest wish, or Faith Healers people who didn't heal through faith but rather healed people's faith, or even something as weird as tempters and seducers, people who were hired to tempt and seduce other people to test their strength and resolve. Jackson become engrossed in the list and even used his phone to take pictures of it.

"What most people don't know," said the women, startling everyone, she was incredibly loud, "is that for years angelics and demonics have been pushed out of jobs that had once been dominated by them. While we aren't quite sure when this trend started we know for a fact it's very recent, I'd say it happened in the past hundred years, so quickly in fact that most of us didn't notice. Schools teach children that angelics are pious while demonics are sneaky which is why angelics make great doctors and demonics make great politicians. While most of this information isn't actually false—societal and cultural expectations have made it so—the growing trend we've seen is that spirituals haven been systematically marginalized." She ended her speech with a strange sort of sadness in her voice, regardless to the way she acted this women actually knew what she was talking about.

After an hour of browsing and forced learning they all piled into a small gift shop that deposited back into the lobby. Danny wanted to buy a few postcards, Scott and Derek fought over a pair of necklaces that were said to increase demonic taint powers, the older man said they were legit and his younger charge wanted them for himself. Stiles and Jackson walked out into the lobby and waited for the others to come out.

The curator walked towards them and smiled sadly, "We don't get many spirituals here anymore, most people don't believe our towns little legend, even I think its most likely just old stories…but we've been having weird attacks around town lately, spirituals have been targeted and travel sites that were tailored towards spirituals have been warning people to stay away and things have been…tense since then. There have been firebombing and vandalizing, and all sorts of horrible things," she smiled at the two before continuing, "I felt like I needed to warn you," she sighed, "Be careful," she said and grabbed Jackson arm and gave it a strong reassuring squeeze. "God, you are just too pretty for your own good," she said before letting go of Jackson's arm and walked away into a private office. Jackson was left red in the face while Stiles giggled to himself. The other spirituals finally finished buying their tourist crap and the four exited the museum.

They spent the rest of the day walking down Main Street and doing some, what Jackson considered, light shopping. Jackson found an old antique oil bottle with a dark box to match it. The bottle was made out of thick green glass that would make the oil inside it glow, it shape was delicate and curved; it resembled a small wine decanter. The box was a dark thing made of thick wood, it was enchanted to never break anything that was put inside it if the box were ever to fall, the inside was lined with the softest velvet Jackson had ever touched and was a deep beautiful purple. Jackson also found a plain wood ring, magic had been used to infuse the wood with angelic silver—a metal that was made by infusing heavenly adamantine with normal silver, all through magical metallurgy—it was beautiful and Jackson did have a gift he needed to give a certain demonic, now he just had to add something made by himself. The ring was supposedly enchanted to make its wearer never lose the ring.

Jackson found an old second hand military style trench coat, it supposedly was a military coat used in world war two but there was no way to actually prove that, it was black with a high collar and ended right at mid-thigh, he knew Derek would look hot as fuck in it, so he bought it. He found another trench for himself, it was designer made and cost three thousand dollars, but Jackson had the money, and it fit him perfectly, as if it were made for him, the wing holes it came with were even his size. The boutique seller was even shocked; he said most people who tried the coat on didn't buy it since the wing holes were ridiculously huge. The designer was the owner of the store, an older angelic woman who had the longest life story she insisted on telling the four demonics. But what patience bought them was a massive discount and Jackson was able to buy the trench and the other three demonics their own winter Jackets for only two thousand dollars, no one complained, what was the point of being rich if you couldn't buy the things you wanted?

They spent several hours in an antique magic shop that had everything a spiritual would ever want to perform their art. Scott was the only one who was bored, he spent most of the time just browsing before he came across the most amazing thing he'd ever seen, it was a notebook made for wizards who forget their spells easily, it was enchanted to never run out of paper and never to get big, but the most amazing part was the enchantment that made it so a wizard only had to think of the spell they wanted to use before it appeared on the first page. Jackson found an old angelic military magic book made specifically for sorcerers and filled with offensive spells. There were spells to summon clouds of poisonous gas and spells for summoning a murder of crows that would consume a person down to the bones. It was amazing and cost several thousand dollars, but the shop owner gave them all massive discounts and Jackson bought five books, a few crystals—used for storing magical energy—and even one of the notebooks that Scott had bought, though he did by a more ornate one. Derek found a marker that could write anywhere, literally, even in empty air and would make his spell weaving infinitely easier and more versatile. Danny didn't find anything too special but still bought many items, people didn't know it but Danny was actually born being able to do two different magical styles, his father's enchanting and his mother's weaving, it wasn't an advantage since it meant he had to learn twice as much information as other spirituals. Stiles found a polaroid camera that had infinite film and instantly printed the picture.

The shopping ended when they reached the nature trail and they all returned to Jackson's truck and stuffed it with everything they'd bought. They a trip to the Diner, Heaven's Rest, and bought lunch there and something to go. They walked all the way back to the nature trail and followed it deep into the woods. They passed several houses that had been restored to show something that had once been found during the gold rush. The first thing they came across was a bunk house that was customized to house angelics that had once gone down deep underground to find gold. That meant having taller and wider doors to accommodate wings, instead of regular bath tubs they had large almost pool like things that were filled with water and heated with magic, it allowed angelics to soak their bodies and wings and get thoroughly clean, Scott and Derek had no idea that angelics needed such large tubs, Danny didn't understand, the tubs in his house were exactly the same. Derek asked Jackson what he did and Jackson was embarrassed to admit that he had to bath outside now, he had to fill big tubs with water and let them soak like that, it was uncomfortable and inconvenient but Jackson had no clue that there was a special bath tub that angelics had to use. Danny suddenly felt bad, if they had been on better terms he could have helped Jackson, there was so much he could have told the other boy about being an angelic.

From there they continued on and passed by gardens that had ancient native plants, all with different magical and medicinal properties. They walked past an old mine shaft and the four spirituals walked inside it, saw the way magic was used to hold the walls up and to prevent cave ins. Stiles didn't want to go in but, surrounded by his friends, he was brave enough to enter and look around. They walked for hours and in the evening they finally reached the shores of Lago Dulce. They are their food and watched as the sun slowly dipped beneath the tree line, orange shafts of light shoot out from between the trees and blinded them, it was incredibly serene.

They walked back into town at night, darkness dominated the small calm forest once the sun disappeared. Jackson cast a giant ball of light from his hand and it hovered above them and lite their path. They could hear the quite rustle of animals in the underbrush, Danny clung to Scott the whole way, he was sure that a bear or a wolf would jump out and eat them any second. It took them two hours to get out of the forest and another half to get back to Jackson's truck.

The drive home was quiet and long, they drove down the dark lonely roads lined with tall imposing trees. Time seemed to stop as they drove, each person was in their own world, physically they were exhausted, but mentally their minds turned, they learned so much in such a short time they were having some difficulty processing it all.

When they reached the main office they all piled out of Jackson's truck. No words were spoken; they just split up and walked towards their beds. Most of them slept the night away in dreamless sleep. It was almost like they were under a spell, their bodies just shut off as their minds expanded.

Derek opened his eyes and knew instantly that he was still asleep; he was in some sort of lucid dream…sort of. He wasn't exactly dreaming, he didn't know where he was, he looked around and saw a shadow moving towards him, it was huge and Derek felt a small tingle shot down his back, the starts of fear. As the shadow approached it became clearer and more defined, it was a person with giant wings darker than the shadows that surrounded it, Derek sighed in relief. Jackson finally reached him and smiled.

They walked through this strange dark place hand in hand, there was no substance, no ground or sky, Derek didn't even know if they were walking.

"Where are we," asked the demonic.

"We're in the space between reality and dreams,"

"How do you know?"

Jackson shrugged, "I just do," he said and pulled Derek forward towards a darker pool of inky blackness and then he jumped, and pulled Derek with him. They fell.

Derek felt as if he were passing through water, he and Jackson began to kick upwards, towards light. It seemed to take forever, but the further up they swam the lighter it became until, finally, they broke surface.

The sun was out, high and hot, they rose onto a muddy island with one large tree surrounded by a ring of thick colorful flowers. It was as if the saturation in the place had been turned up high, the sky was a bright blue that almost hurt Derek's eyes, the lake water was crystal clear and reflected everything, the grass was neon green and flowers seemed to glow. Together they crawled onto the surface and fell on their backs and looked up at the sky through the branches of the large tree. Derek panted and felt the heat of the sun on his body like a warm blanket, in this place, surrounded by light Derek felt loved. He thought—he turned to Jackson, the boy was watching him closely with a small smile on his face—and Derek knew where he was, this was Jackson's world, the place he kept his soul and his grace. Derek's own 'place', the place his soul lived in side him, had always been his old house, Jackson's was this place of natural beauty and peace.

Derek pointed, at the sun, "What is that?" He asked, though he thought maybe he knew what it was.

Jackson smiled, "That's my grace," he said and stretched his hand out to the sun shining high above them. Derek watched as light collected around his hand until a small orb had formed. He held the orb out to Derek; the older man took it into his hands and felt the light flow through his veins, through his body, as it settled into his soul. It felt like being filled with love, which made no sense to Derek, but that's what it felt like, as if—he just didn't understand—but he didn't want it to stop.

Demonic grace felt like fire, Derek always felt as if it filled his body until it felt like it was going to explode, and the only thing it made him feel was angry. This was so different it made him want to cry. Suddenly Jackson was there, they kissed and rolled around on the muddy shore as Jackson's love shone down onto them.

The group spent the weekend spread out and far apart from each other, Scott and Danny had run of early in the morning and the other three didn't really want to know where they were. Derek, Jackson, and Stiles spent Saturday practicing their magic. Derek and Jackson fought as Stiles watched, Jackson practiced one of the new spells he'd read in his book, from his own shadow he summoned grasping tendrils that wrapped around Derek's arms and legs as Jackson dashed forward and attacked.

After Jackson had won he wanted to test Stiles' fighting skill, but the boy had none to speak of so all three of them practiced. Derek and Jackson gave Stiles lessons as the boy struggled through the most basic of motions. Stiles didn't have a sword like the rest of the group, the boy had a long bow, it literally stretched from his feet to the top of his head. The bow itself was made of two slightly curved blades, the center of the bow was wrapped in thick leather where Stiles held on to it, a thick unbreakable string stretched from tip to tip. It was a hybrid weapon no one knew how to use, it was why Stiles never learned to use it, there was no one to teach him.

Jackson took Stiles' weapon in his hands and turned it around and got a feel for it. He swung it like a sword and new instantly that that was wrong. Jackson realized that the weapon had a short range and couldn't be swung with his arms alone, he needed to use his whole body. Jackson spun left, right, then ducked low and summoned three arrows made of grace and fired them into a tree. The bow was still a bow after all and was meant to be used as a long range weapon. Since it was a long bow Stiles would be more of a sniper than anything else, the blades were meant to strike any enemies who got too close. Jackson summoned more arrows and fired a shot to a tree spun left and ducked, shot, spun right and shot, and then shot a special arrow upward. Stiles and Derek watched as the arrow shot into the sky and then burst into a million pieces of grace that rained down on the ground in a deadly swarm.

They spent the rest of the weekend teaching Stiles how to use his weapon, it was actually fun for Derek and Jackson, Derek was a teacher at heart, Jackson was somehow a weapons master, it seemed. Derek did wonder how it was that Jackson had been able to learn so much about a weapon by just swinging it around a few minutes. Sunday night Jackson dug a huge hole behind his cabin and made a huge bon fire. Scott and Danny reappeared and they spent the night telling ghost stories and roasting marshmallows. Danny had the best stories and Derek made the best s'mores, Jackson could only burn his marshmallows into a black crisp and all Scott's always ended up falling into the fire.

Monday morning they decided to head back into Del Cielo one more time. They ate at the diner again, Heavens Rest, and found it completely empty. There were only two people in the whoe restaurant, the cook and an older waitress. The whole thing had been ackward, the waitress wouldn't look them in the eye and when they'd finished their meal the cook came out to thank them. "But you guys should really go…Our town is, well I don't know of any other way to put it, but our town is under attack. One of those Anti-Spiritual militias has been doing terrible things and well yesterday they set up like a attack center in the town square." They left the Diner not knowing how to feel or whether or not to believe the man, because why would he lie?

As they walked back out onto Main Street they noticed that there were far fewer people on the streets this time, instead there were a lot more police men walking the streets, there were even patrol cars that kept driving past, it was frighteningly eerie. As they continued walking the group noticed that most of the shops were closed, their front doors were screened and most even had wooden boards hammered across all the windows and the entrances. Nothing was open, they walked down the street slowly and completely on edge.

Then they reached the old antique magic store and they knew they had to get out, nothing of it was left but ashes. The four stood dumbfounded before they heard the loud sonic bomb of an explosion. Jackson turned and lifted his hands, the others felt the prickle of magic on their skin as Jackson's spell took effect.

"What did you do?" Asked Derek as he lowered his hands from his ears, the others were doing the same.

"Invisibility spell," said Jackson as he started walking towards the site of the explosion. All the policemen were headed in that direction as well. The radio chatter on their walkies let the four spirituals know that a large group had formed in the town square. The explosion had destroyed parts of the mayor's office, the rest was on fire but there was no one there to put it out, since different magical shields had been set up around town to keep emergency services out. There was a spiritual out there working against their own people.

In the square was a group of people dressed in black there, from head to toe, they all wore blank white masks that completely hid their faces. There was a police line around them across the street, barricades had been set up and were used to hide behind, a group of witches were in a corner chanting out some type of spell. The group in black were all armed, some with guns, some with swords, some even had Molotov cocktails. Jackson could see that someone had formed a protective shield around the attackers, someone within their group could do magic, which meant that someone within that group was a spiritual. Jackson hadn't forgotten what the museum curator had said, about the attacks against spirituals in town, it didn't take an idiot to see what that this group was the anti-spiritual group.

They were in mass, on a make shift stage, the police officers were telling them to release their hostages. Danny started begging them to leave, he didn't want to get mixed up in it, Jackson turned to Danny and couldn't believe what a coward the boy was, Stiles had an almost angry look on his face, Scott just looked scared while Derek looked ready to take on an army. As they approached they heard a loud gun shoot and the crowd screamed, there on the stage fell a demonic, shot through the head. There was a man, he held the gun in his black gloved hands, he was clearly the leader, around his neck he had the white collar of a priest.

"Are we not tired of these abominations living among us, are we not sick of their blasphemy and their dark powers! Why do we let them live, why do we let them live among our friends and family! They go against everything we know, they are sick and have no right to live!" As the man gave his speech he pulled a child from a woman's arms. She screamed and clung to his small little body, someone in black brought the blunt end of his sword against the woman's head and knocked her to the floor unconscious. Danny was pulling on Jackson's arms as he walked closer and closer to the group.

"Jackson please let's just go! This isn't fun anymore, we don't have to get mixed up in this, we don't even know what they're doing!" Danny was scared; he still remembered the attack at the school and how afraid he'd been, if Scott hadn't been there Danny suspected he'd probably be dead. Danny couldn't believe that something like this was happening outside of Beacon Hills, he couldn't believe that there were people out there who hated him for no other reason than because he'd been born different.

The man on stage lifted the boy up to into the air by a chunk of his hair, he pulled out a dagger and held it across the boy's throat, "People of Del Cielo, for your blasphemy and acceptance of this scourge on our planet we sentence you to death, this town is disgusting in the way it flaunts its—its—tolerance. And for that we sentence you all to death, starting with this child." The crowd started screaming, there were all almost human except for a few a few spirituals that started flinging magic at the shield just to watch it bounce off. The man lifted his arm and the dagger shone bright in the deadly in the rays of the sun before he brought it down in a powerful arch. The crowd screamed, the police were preparing for an all-out attack, this was going to be a blood bath, an army against a police force and citizens.

The dagger never reached its victim, the knife stopped, seemingly in thin air. Derek looked around him and knew it was fucking Jackson. The invisibility spell slowly slipped off of Jackson's skin and he was there, holding the man's arm. Jackson grabbed the kid and tossed him into the crowd, through the militias shield, which was nothing for Jackson, before bending the man's arm and breaking it in half.

"You are disgusting person who has no right to wear that collar," Jackson's black wings were high in the air displaying his anger and power, his halo glowed neon red, the iris' of his eyes glowed that same deep red and smoke rose off his body, "you've killed people and hurt people all in the name of some god who's words you've decided to twist and turn and poison with hate, because that's what you are, a hate monger, you spew poison from your mouth and pass it off as truth and the stupid people behind you believe you, they follow you…even worship you." In a flurry faster than any one had seen the priest pulled another knife out from up his sleeve and sunk the sharp blade deep into Jackson's throat. The boy didn't flinch, no blood poured out of the wound, fire oozed out from within his body, his wings burst into flames as his crown did as well, it swelled twice as large and floated high above him.

"You fool, you know nothing of God! God is love, he is mercy, he is understanding and you stand hear and call us the abominations! Anyone who can take what God teaches and twist it into what you have is the true abomination. I have felt the light of god upon my grace and I will not allow people like you threaten this world and the people upon it, I will not let hate consume this planet, I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT THE PEOPLE I LOVE!"

Heaven and Hell fell from the heavens as two flaming swords, one cleaved the false priest in two, his body never hit the ground, it simply crumbled into ash and burst in the wind. Jackson turned to the army of hate mongers, a man tossed a magical grenade at him, and it burst in Jackson face and did nothing. Jackson flung his sword, it landed among the black army and from its tip flames erupted and consumed those trapped in the maelstrom, the last thing that could be seen of them were their black forms, as those skeletonized, and then were nothing but dust. The army attacked, and the citizens of Del Cielo backed away from the square. Those in black that tried to escape were trapped by their own shield, Jackson pulled the dagger out of his throat and let it fall to the ground were it melted into red steel. The hostages within felt nothing, no fire, no fear, just safety, because when Jackson appeared—seemingly out of nothing, large black wings held high above his head—they knew they were safe, God had seen to it. And they felt no pity as the people who had terrorized their town for years, years, the people who burned and beat and destroyed their lives, and killed and maimed and destroyed their friends and family, they felt no pity as these people died within the flames of righteousness, within God's wrath. No pity.

It was over before anyone had realized, the shield that had been there one minutes was gone the next, the flames that had melted and burned everything into a black char were gone and the hostages ran to their families, their friends, and they all cried and they cheered as Jackson emerged from the flames. His silver armor shone bright and flawless, it was as if the sun shone from within it, it was so bright. His flames were gone and instead of pure red anger in his eyes, all that could be seen was blue calming love. The crowd cheered, people cried, they knew this was the place were heaven and hell had meet to bless humans with gods loves, his creations, the demonics and the angelics, and they knew that with them, the spirituals, they would always be safe.