In a dreary old tavern, in dreary old England Sara a dreary old Englishmen. Having a pint, smoking a cig, and trying to relax before his next bout with a demon.
Trying being the operable word of the night. Being interrupted with the customary sound of wings flapping downwards signaling to him that he was no longer alone, but he had a bloody good guess who it was the was annoying him this time.
"what is it you want this time?"
"just to talk John"
"oh about what? More on the uprising of the darkness, or you finally gonna give me your secrets to how you get skin so clear?"
"you should be grateful John, I've come baring good news."
"the baddies decided that they much prefer the climate in hell than earth?"
"hehe, funny. No. But a new shoulder has risen. Someone who might be able to cross plains and save that ratty soul you have."
The nuisance had funny caught his attention. "come off it mate. What are you saying?" the man simply continued to smile. Clapping his hands behind his back and strolling through the dusty room.
"tell me, John, have you ever considered taking on an apprentice?"
"An apprentice. Listen, mate, I don't do well with children unless you've forgotten."
"no John, I haven't forgotten your ill gains, but this isn't just another child. If given proper guidance, he will become the leader of this crusade."
"and let me guess, if not then he'll turn into my next nightmare. Not really original there manny." Manny shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't come up with the paths given, I just guide those on it."
"so you will guide me to this kid?"
"no, I will guide him to you. Just be ready to recognize him when you do see him."
"tell you what, why not just tell me where he is, I go pop up where he is and we skip A through D in this seven-part plan, eh?"
John had finally framed his neck back to look at Manny, but of course, he was already gone. To do probably do what angles do. Whatever that is. Annoy another poor bloke probably.
"taking that as a no could have at least told me his name. YOUR GUIDANCE ISN'T ALWAYS 100 PERCENT YOU KNOW!" taking another swig from his pint lessened the annoyance.
All of a sudden, a burst of sparks flared from a light socket in front of him. Spewing flames quickly, scorching the wooden wall.
"shit!" John swore, covering his eyes from the flames, but just as quickly as they came, they died down. Leaving scotch marks on the wall.
Monument Colorado
"well, that helps. Thanks, mate. Well, it looks like I'm heading to the states. Chaz is gonna have a field that with that one."