"Agaroth, You must find him and his kin. Slay them, Bathe your blade in their blood and you, My lost brother, shall be reborn as a warrior of the lord. Fail and have your soul cast away into purgatory. That is the will of the lord, that is your task my lost brother"
"Bathe your blade in their blood" And thus began the hunt of nephilim blood...
"Child of the darkness, Stay your blade!, We're here to warn you of your fate. Your brother and you must hide, your lives are in danger. Both of you bare the curse of being Nephilim. I have engraved upon your bones wards to keep your demons at bay and also keep you hidden from the monsters that seek you from both the darkness and light. Find your way child, keep your brother safe, you two will have a part to play"
"Child of Darkness" 2 beings that have no place. Not in light and certainly, not from the darkness they were born
Zach gasped as he woke, breathing heavy and deep. His heart raced like he'd been running a marathon and the sheets of the bed stuck to him from his sweating. Zachary threw his feet over the edge of his bed and stared at the floor "Why now?..." he said to himself panting. The sun broke the veil of darkness as it crept over the horizon, it shun into his room through his wide open window. The city was oddly quiet but it bothered him none.
He took a long cold shower, clearing his head of the memories he thought he'd buried years ago, it was a dark time in his life and he had made choices that cost him someone who was once close to him. Now, Zach and that person are fighting for two different purposes, both of which collide very frequently.
Zach got dressed into a white sleeveless hoodie, black denim skinnies and dark blue ad white accented converse high tops. just as h finished up, there was a knock on the door. Zach picked up his katana and approached the door with caution. Resting his left hand on the door knob, he peeped through the peep hole. no one was there. Zach slowly opened up the door and looked around. Not a trace of life. All that caught his eye was a letter by his feet.
Zach shut the door behind him and opened up the letter, his eyes widened "... Child of darkness, Play your part..." was written in blood on the letter. "not now..." Zach felt heavy, his bones were aching, it was the ward that was etched into them. A symbol appeared on his right hand from flames. it was the Devil symbol of blood...
"Bathe your blade in their blood" And thus began the hunt of nephilim blood...
"Child of the darkness, Stay your blade!, We're here to warn you of your fate. Your brother and you must hide, your lives are in danger. Both of you bare the curse of being Nephilim. I have engraved upon your bones wards to keep your demons at bay and also keep you hidden from the monsters that seek you from both the darkness and light. Find your way child, keep your brother safe, you two will have a part to play"
"Child of Darkness" 2 beings that have no place. Not in light and certainly, not from the darkness they were born
Zach gasped as he woke, breathing heavy and deep. His heart raced like he'd been running a marathon and the sheets of the bed stuck to him from his sweating. Zachary threw his feet over the edge of his bed and stared at the floor "Why now?..." he said to himself panting. The sun broke the veil of darkness as it crept over the horizon, it shun into his room through his wide open window. The city was oddly quiet but it bothered him none.
He took a long cold shower, clearing his head of the memories he thought he'd buried years ago, it was a dark time in his life and he had made choices that cost him someone who was once close to him. Now, Zach and that person are fighting for two different purposes, both of which collide very frequently.
Zach got dressed into a white sleeveless hoodie, black denim skinnies and dark blue ad white accented converse high tops. just as h finished up, there was a knock on the door. Zach picked up his katana and approached the door with caution. Resting his left hand on the door knob, he peeped through the peep hole. no one was there. Zach slowly opened up the door and looked around. Not a trace of life. All that caught his eye was a letter by his feet.
Zach shut the door behind him and opened up the letter, his eyes widened "... Child of darkness, Play your part..." was written in blood on the letter. "not now..." Zach felt heavy, his bones were aching, it was the ward that was etched into them. A symbol appeared on his right hand from flames. it was the Devil symbol of blood...
A girl stood at the corner of two busy streets, the cold morning wind biting into her skin through her jacket. She had been waiting in this spot for three days now, determined that something would happen. Each time nothing did, and she had gone back to her only home with a heavy heart. Today would be different though, she could feel it. Something will happen that will change her life for better or worse, but she really didn't care which.
Looking down the street, she saw a black coach roll down the street. I didn't know people still rode in coaches anymore. She thought as the coach came to a gentle stop at the corner, its driver grabbing something from the seat beside him.
"Ms. McLellan?" He looked at the girl with disinterest, like she was something on the bottom of his shoe he couldn't care less about.
"Y-yes?" The girl stuttered, the man making her nervous even though she knew she was safe. The driver handed over the letter, careful not to touch her hands. Not wasting a minute, the driver straightened up and drove into the middle of the intersection. Or so she thought, as soon as the driver started moving her vision became blurry.
Looking down at the stationary in her hand, the girl read the address.
Ms. Jessebelle Ann Marie Piper Mc'Clellan
The corner of St. Barrows and Helkins.
"The hell?" Jessebelle read her full name, wondering how whoever had given her this envelope knew the name she hadn't heard for years. Ever since a strange man had bumped into her from behind and had bowed to her with apologies.
Looking down the street, she saw a black coach roll down the street. I didn't know people still rode in coaches anymore. She thought as the coach came to a gentle stop at the corner, its driver grabbing something from the seat beside him.
"Ms. McLellan?" He looked at the girl with disinterest, like she was something on the bottom of his shoe he couldn't care less about.
"Y-yes?" The girl stuttered, the man making her nervous even though she knew she was safe. The driver handed over the letter, careful not to touch her hands. Not wasting a minute, the driver straightened up and drove into the middle of the intersection. Or so she thought, as soon as the driver started moving her vision became blurry.
Looking down at the stationary in her hand, the girl read the address.
Ms. Jessebelle Ann Marie Piper Mc'Clellan
The corner of St. Barrows and Helkins.
"The hell?" Jessebelle read her full name, wondering how whoever had given her this envelope knew the name she hadn't heard for years. Ever since a strange man had bumped into her from behind and had bowed to her with apologies.
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