Seeking Dusk

Our enemy doesn’t have that luxury. He is currently possessing a human and standing in the middle of the walkway. And yet, the other humans just seem to naturally walk around him, paying no attention to his conversation with the air. The darkness behind his eyes searches over my body and turns to Lord Zadkiel. “I can only guess why two halos tracked me down. Can only guess how. But I got more important things to do today, so if you’re gonna strike me down, go ahead and do it.”

Zadkiel turns and starts walking out of the alley. I’m still a little stunned, but quickly recover and follow him as he turns onto the sidewalk. Despite being nearly intangible to the mortals on the path, I take effort to avoid colliding with them. Zadkiel on the other hand, walks right through, his own aura interfering in the thought processes of the humans. Not likely to be harmful, but it is a little rude.

\"The hosts piled out of the building, while I stood at attention. I thanked the good doctor for his help as they left. He finally looked me in the eye, and I could see more to his expression. He was scared. Terrified. I wish I could help, but all I could do is give him my own frightened look back.\"

\"It was exasperating at times, but at others, it was amusing to see such powerful beings amazed at the technological advancements of these humans. They sometimes forget, but Lucifer fell because he couldn\'t see their value. And it\'s best if more of my brethren could learn to understand these creatures.\"

If what I thought I saw in her before was anger, then there isn\'t a word to describe what she\'s showing now. The Power in her is leaking out, far more than she means to. And if this is but a fraction of her power, she is not someone I want to have for an enemy.

\"To see all five of them here together... It is rarer than seeing two of the Archangels. And while it should be their decision, I must admit, I am curious as to why they\'re here.\"

\"They were coming.\" \"They don\'t normally come down to earth. They normally speak directly with the Seraphim, Archangels and Principalities. Why they would come down to the planet is beyond me. Unless something were to threaten the very fabric from which reality is woven.\"

The office still had all sorts of books and artifacts thrown about the room. The man might have acted all high and mighty, but he\'s one hell of a pig. His bookshelves are a different story. Each and every volume was specifically chosen. Each one contains some of the most important information we\'ve ever utilized. And a select few shelves contain the only pictures of friends and family he has. It\'s actually a little sad.

I touch down right in front of him. He\'s thinking. Thinking about what happened here. About my words. He\'s trying to find a way to turn this around. To find a way I could have avoided violence. But he knows there is none. Humans. Ever hopeful.

In midair, I extend my free wings and quickly spin around, drawing my sword. Holding it out just in time, I block the bird from hitting me. He knocks me back a bit. Even without drawing on The Power, he shouldn\'t have been able to do that. Still, just a shrug.