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its head still burning with divine fire as themonster ran along the wall, and then upside down on the arched tunnel ceiling.
Cameron began to run, burning blade in hand, eager to vanquish this latest demonic threat. Taking to the air, he continued his pursuit, eyes fixed on Uttu’s monstrous shape, until he noticed that the lighting seemed a bit brighter as the tunnel angled to the right.
His heart began to hammer painfully inside his chest as he flapped his wings in an attempt to catch up to the monster and verify his suspicion.
The monster was heading for the crowded subway station platform.
* * *
Mallus could sense the coming of the spider before it entered the station.
Along with something else of a more heavenly nature.
Not a day had gone by when Mallus hadn’t thought of the Golden City, the offenses that he’d effected against it, and the Almighty.
All in the name of envy.
He had been first lieutenant to Lucifer Morningstar, and had believed in his commander’s mission with every fiber of his being, for the angels of Heaven had been cast aside in favor of the Almighty’s newest creations.
How humanity had repulsed Mallus then.
But that was before the fall, before the Lord of Lords castLucifer and all who had fought with him in the Great War down to the earth to live amongst the very creatures who had stolen God’s affections from them.
It was the most heinous of punishments, but one that had taught Mallus the most unexpected of lessons.
Mallus shook himself from his musings as shrieks of mortal terror filled the station.
The subway patrons were in total panic as they tried to escape the loathsome beast dropping down onto the platform. Smaller versions of the spider swarmed from its back, attacking the people, whose only crime was wanting to go home after work.
Mallus knew not to become involved. A very long time ago he’d sworn to himself that his interactions with humanity would be limited, that he would not allow himself to become involved in their day-to-day existences.
Their inevitable fate would be sad enough without his forming any unnecessary emotional attachments.
He moved with the screaming patrons, heading toward the staircase that led up to the street. He was halfway across the platform when he paused, watching the spider as it flailed amongst the humans, its head burning with holy fire.
Mallus remembered how he’d once wielded the fire of God, and how brightly it had burned as it had consumed evil.
He wanted to leave, but his curiosity kept him.
The spider’s senses were too keen, and it spun its burningface toward him, fixing him in its stare with two empty sockets that boiled with gelatinous fluids that had once been eyes.
It was impossible for the beast to see him. And Mallus was certain that it couldn’t sense his angelic nature, for he had taken great pains throughout the centuries to shield himself against both the demonic and the divine who sought his whereabouts.
Even still, the beast seemed to know he was there, and before Mallus could escape its angry attentions, the spider lashed out with one of its front legs, the hooked claw at the end slashing across the front of his overcoat and driving him to the ground of the filthy platform.
Mallus could feel the sudden warmth begin to flow. He had been sloppy. As he looked down at himself, he realized that the situation was even worse than he’d thought. His coat and shirt were torn and stained with a substantial amount of blood.
There wasn’t time to check, but since his flesh was cut, there was a chance that the magickal wards hiding him from those who sought to kill him had been compromised.
And they could find him.
The Architects would know where he was.
Mallus surged to his feet, his head swimming from blood loss, and staggered back toward the wall. He needed to get out of there, needed to inspect his wound and the damage done to the wards, and repair them as necessary.
But the spider did not wish to
Cameron began to run, burning blade in hand, eager to vanquish this latest demonic threat. Taking to the air, he continued his pursuit, eyes fixed on Uttu’s monstrous shape, until he noticed that the lighting seemed a bit brighter as the tunnel angled to the right.
His heart began to hammer painfully inside his chest as he flapped his wings in an attempt to catch up to the monster and verify his suspicion.
The monster was heading for the crowded subway station platform.
* * *
Mallus could sense the coming of the spider before it entered the station.
Along with something else of a more heavenly nature.
Not a day had gone by when Mallus hadn’t thought of the Golden City, the offenses that he’d effected against it, and the Almighty.
All in the name of envy.
He had been first lieutenant to Lucifer Morningstar, and had believed in his commander’s mission with every fiber of his being, for the angels of Heaven had been cast aside in favor of the Almighty’s newest creations.
How humanity had repulsed Mallus then.
But that was before the fall, before the Lord of Lords castLucifer and all who had fought with him in the Great War down to the earth to live amongst the very creatures who had stolen God’s affections from them.
It was the most heinous of punishments, but one that had taught Mallus the most unexpected of lessons.
Mallus shook himself from his musings as shrieks of mortal terror filled the station.
The subway patrons were in total panic as they tried to escape the loathsome beast dropping down onto the platform. Smaller versions of the spider swarmed from its back, attacking the people, whose only crime was wanting to go home after work.
Mallus knew not to become involved. A very long time ago he’d sworn to himself that his interactions with humanity would be limited, that he would not allow himself to become involved in their day-to-day existences.
Their inevitable fate would be sad enough without his forming any unnecessary emotional attachments.
He moved with the screaming patrons, heading toward the staircase that led up to the street. He was halfway across the platform when he paused, watching the spider as it flailed amongst the humans, its head burning with holy fire.
Mallus remembered how he’d once wielded the fire of God, and how brightly it had burned as it had consumed evil.
He wanted to leave, but his curiosity kept him.
The spider’s senses were too keen, and it spun its burningface toward him, fixing him in its stare with two empty sockets that boiled with gelatinous fluids that had once been eyes.
It was impossible for the beast to see him. And Mallus was certain that it couldn’t sense his angelic nature, for he had taken great pains throughout the centuries to shield himself against both the demonic and the divine who sought his whereabouts.
Even still, the beast seemed to know he was there, and before Mallus could escape its angry attentions, the spider lashed out with one of its front legs, the hooked claw at the end slashing across the front of his overcoat and driving him to the ground of the filthy platform.
Mallus could feel the sudden warmth begin to flow. He had been sloppy. As he looked down at himself, he realized that the situation was even worse than he’d thought. His coat and shirt were torn and stained with a substantial amount of blood.
There wasn’t time to check, but since his flesh was cut, there was a chance that the magickal wards hiding him from those who sought to kill him had been compromised.
And they could find him.
The Architects would know where he was.
Mallus surged to his feet, his head swimming from blood loss, and staggered back toward the wall. He needed to get out of there, needed to inspect his wound and the damage done to the wards, and repair them as necessary.
But the spider did not wish to
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