Why is it so cold here? It had forgotten what it was like to be in this realm. This physical world and all it's feelings. Pain and pleasure, all of these things it had forgotten about eons ago. It has returned though. Escaped the tortures of hell and free to roam creation once more. This night it shall repay the sons of Adam for their treachery. They forsook those who loved them and repaid our love with hate. They shall feel the pain that it has felt for an eternity at the tip it's claws. The demon peers down from the rooftop at the hapless people below never realizing that another knew of it's coming. In the shadows across from it sits a tall thin fellow in dark clothes smoking a cigarette. We always know, we are the faithful and the Creator still speaks to us. These beings have been long since condemned and we will see to it that their hatred doesn't touch humanity. We are the last of the Angels, returned from the Creator to watch over the children of Adam and restore this place to what it was meant to be. Before the final darkness falls..
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