Lucifer was in the parking lot of a few closed shops. He walked to the center of the lot and stopped. He kissed his first two fingers and dropped to one knee, the kissed fingers touching the pavement.
Dash was nearby, hiding behind a public mailbox. What was Lucifer doing? The grey-haired kid heard a bicycle peddling close by. He looked around and saw Simon stop, looking at the black-robed figure. Dash
rolled his eyes as he remained hidden. **Oh, great. JUST what I need now!**
Simon was almost near the motel. He noticed a strange man in black crouching over. Curious, he stopped to watch.
Lucifer said, "It's time for you to go, Gabriel. This is not my war..and Hell isn't big enough for both of us." Then he rose to his feet and started
walking away. When he was several feet ahead, he quickly changed into a flock of ravens and flew off into the sky.
Steam started to rise out of the cement, red cracks were forming in the ground. The asphalt was beginning to melt into rubber sludge. It seemed to be opening up for something..
Simon quivered in surprise, obviously afraid. He turned his bike around and started pedaling as fast as he could. "Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man!!"
Dash was a bit cautious, maybe a little in shock. Every part of him was shouting at him to RUN, but something held him here. Maybe it was curiosity, or interest, or something else. It didn't matter. He stayed in his place, still watching. He needed to learn all he could.
More red cracks appeared, creating sort of a web, as they widened farther. As the earth was more open, it looked like molten lava underneath. Shrill, unnatural screams were heard coming from the pit, and they couldn't be human. An ash-covered hand reached out of one of the openings, a man pulling himself out. He grabbed the melting pavement, finally climbing out.
"HOLY FUCKING *SHIT*!!" Dash had seen enough! He had a good idea of who the man was, Lucifer told him that much in their last meeting. **Gabriel, the seraph.** Dash got up and ran out of there, running faster than he had before. The only positive thing about it was that he KNEW. And he could tell Marshall. And then Marshall can pay him. But will it be worth it?
Gabriel was on the surface, feeling around, unsure of where he was.
The pavement hardened, the cracks closed in to seal the opening to Hell.
Gabriel rose to his feet, waving his hands, signaling his brothers.
Several creatures were soaring above the clouds, awkward men with huge wings flapping in the night. Invisible to human eyes, they were headed somewhere, waiting for the seraph's orders.
He looked at himself now. He was no longer soot-covered, the archangel was cleaned up in a flash. He was also clothed: black leather pants, white
button-shirt, shoes, and a dark overcoat. A crown-shaped scar was visible on his neck. "Now, where am I?" He walked over to the newspaper stand, which had a map. "Hmm.. Eerie, Indiana. Interesting. I have heard tales of
this place. Yes, there should be at least *one* dark soul in this strange town."
Dash was nearby, hiding behind a public mailbox. What was Lucifer doing? The grey-haired kid heard a bicycle peddling close by. He looked around and saw Simon stop, looking at the black-robed figure. Dash
rolled his eyes as he remained hidden. **Oh, great. JUST what I need now!**
Simon was almost near the motel. He noticed a strange man in black crouching over. Curious, he stopped to watch.
Lucifer said, "It's time for you to go, Gabriel. This is not my war..and Hell isn't big enough for both of us." Then he rose to his feet and started
walking away. When he was several feet ahead, he quickly changed into a flock of ravens and flew off into the sky.
Steam started to rise out of the cement, red cracks were forming in the ground. The asphalt was beginning to melt into rubber sludge. It seemed to be opening up for something..
Simon quivered in surprise, obviously afraid. He turned his bike around and started pedaling as fast as he could. "Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man!!"
Dash was a bit cautious, maybe a little in shock. Every part of him was shouting at him to RUN, but something held him here. Maybe it was curiosity, or interest, or something else. It didn't matter. He stayed in his place, still watching. He needed to learn all he could.
More red cracks appeared, creating sort of a web, as they widened farther. As the earth was more open, it looked like molten lava underneath. Shrill, unnatural screams were heard coming from the pit, and they couldn't be human. An ash-covered hand reached out of one of the openings, a man pulling himself out. He grabbed the melting pavement, finally climbing out.
"HOLY FUCKING *SHIT*!!" Dash had seen enough! He had a good idea of who the man was, Lucifer told him that much in their last meeting. **Gabriel, the seraph.** Dash got up and ran out of there, running faster than he had before. The only positive thing about it was that he KNEW. And he could tell Marshall. And then Marshall can pay him. But will it be worth it?
Gabriel was on the surface, feeling around, unsure of where he was.
The pavement hardened, the cracks closed in to seal the opening to Hell.
Gabriel rose to his feet, waving his hands, signaling his brothers.
Several creatures were soaring above the clouds, awkward men with huge wings flapping in the night. Invisible to human eyes, they were headed somewhere, waiting for the seraph's orders.
He looked at himself now. He was no longer soot-covered, the archangel was cleaned up in a flash. He was also clothed: black leather pants, white
button-shirt, shoes, and a dark overcoat. A crown-shaped scar was visible on his neck. "Now, where am I?" He walked over to the newspaper stand, which had a map. "Hmm.. Eerie, Indiana. Interesting. I have heard tales of
this place. Yes, there should be at least *one* dark soul in this strange town."