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Authors: G. Wells Taylor
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rubber sheet: the rebuilt M-16, his Smith
& Wesson .9 mm automatic, a .44 Magnum Colt Anaconda, and a
Ranger .45 Colt Derringer. He started disassembling, cleaning and
oiling the weapons one by one. In his business the machinery had to
work perfectly. One misfire and the wrath of Heaven or Hell would
be on him. Throughout the operation, he kept a loaded Taurus .38
close at hand.
He had dropped Azokal’s check in a Level Two
Branch of the First City Bank then caught a cab to the hotel. Felon
usually demanded cash or valuables up front, but his reputation was
growing and he knew the Demon feared his gifts too much to chance
insufficient funds.
Felon knew that the old adage, “never deal
with the Devil” was absolutely true. Fallen Angels claimed to be
the wealthiest deities of Hell, but were an untrustworthy lot so
the assassin took their boasting with a grain of salt. Typically,
they were compulsively organized—like psychopathic lawyers
inextricably bound to unfathomable laws of self-protection and a
celestial legal system that ruled them.
Every deal was suspect the moment bloody
quill was set to parchment. It was their nature to want to get the
upper hand. They thought it was their right so Felon knew he could
take nothing for granted. If something was missing from a contract,
they knew it. Rarely, did any of them talk about bartering souls.
If they had that power Felon had never seen evidence of it.
Apparently, souls were a commodity that had depreciated over the
last thousand years.
As Fallen they strove to emulate the Divine
order in Heaven with a system of their own. Their hierarchy awarded
advancement to those who won advantage over humans or over others
of their own kind. Felon was never given a clear description of how
it worked. And he didn’t care enough to pursue it.
He preferred dealing with Demons. They were
more dangerous, but their contracts more lucrative. Almost
indistinguishable from Fallen in human folklore and religion, Felon
had learned that they were a completely different species. This had
prompted him to make a study of each. Ignorance was lethal in his
business.
Fallen had only contempt for Demons and their
parallel Infernal system. Comparisons prompted indignation if not
outrage. Demons were unimpressed by their own hierarchy—Felon
learned it was a chaotic system of feudal anarchy. Instead the
majority expended enormous wealth and power in the advancement of
their own passions. Demons were ruled by revenge. They were
prodigal with their riches, and most seemed willing to part with a
fortune to entertain some petty personal vendetta. The money was
good and the employment steady—though at times a messy and
degenerate affair.
Demons hated goodness far more than their
Fallen counterparts. Fallen viewed the human graces as weaknesses
to be exploited. Otherwise, they worked with or around goodness, as
an intrinsic matter of business. Without it, they would have no
more purpose than the madness of the Demon horde.
The Demons who had contracted Felon over the
years appeared to resent goodness. He chalked that up to a feeling
of inadequacy born of being shut out of Fallen Hierarchy; and the
envy that must have caused, combined with the precipitous drop
their position took in relation to the Divine Ranks in Heaven. They
hated the Angelic host just slightly more than they did Fallen.
But Demons paid handsomely and since they
were often employed as minions by Fallen, they maintained a better
relationship with their own servants. If the job was done well,
they paid and got on about their business. Regardless, Demons were
dangerous. They were a put upon species, and quick to see an insult
whether intended or not.
Regarding Heaven, Hell and the Pit, Felon had
never received a satisfactory answer. They existed, that was
obvious. But such intricacies were lost to the assassin. He didn’t
care if they came from Ohio or Denmark or Limbo, as long as they
paid. Felon hated them all. They were a
& Wesson .9 mm automatic, a .44 Magnum Colt Anaconda, and a
Ranger .45 Colt Derringer. He started disassembling, cleaning and
oiling the weapons one by one. In his business the machinery had to
work perfectly. One misfire and the wrath of Heaven or Hell would
be on him. Throughout the operation, he kept a loaded Taurus .38
close at hand.
He had dropped Azokal’s check in a Level Two
Branch of the First City Bank then caught a cab to the hotel. Felon
usually demanded cash or valuables up front, but his reputation was
growing and he knew the Demon feared his gifts too much to chance
insufficient funds.
Felon knew that the old adage, “never deal
with the Devil” was absolutely true. Fallen Angels claimed to be
the wealthiest deities of Hell, but were an untrustworthy lot so
the assassin took their boasting with a grain of salt. Typically,
they were compulsively organized—like psychopathic lawyers
inextricably bound to unfathomable laws of self-protection and a
celestial legal system that ruled them.
Every deal was suspect the moment bloody
quill was set to parchment. It was their nature to want to get the
upper hand. They thought it was their right so Felon knew he could
take nothing for granted. If something was missing from a contract,
they knew it. Rarely, did any of them talk about bartering souls.
If they had that power Felon had never seen evidence of it.
Apparently, souls were a commodity that had depreciated over the
last thousand years.
As Fallen they strove to emulate the Divine
order in Heaven with a system of their own. Their hierarchy awarded
advancement to those who won advantage over humans or over others
of their own kind. Felon was never given a clear description of how
it worked. And he didn’t care enough to pursue it.
He preferred dealing with Demons. They were
more dangerous, but their contracts more lucrative. Almost
indistinguishable from Fallen in human folklore and religion, Felon
had learned that they were a completely different species. This had
prompted him to make a study of each. Ignorance was lethal in his
business.
Fallen had only contempt for Demons and their
parallel Infernal system. Comparisons prompted indignation if not
outrage. Demons were unimpressed by their own hierarchy—Felon
learned it was a chaotic system of feudal anarchy. Instead the
majority expended enormous wealth and power in the advancement of
their own passions. Demons were ruled by revenge. They were
prodigal with their riches, and most seemed willing to part with a
fortune to entertain some petty personal vendetta. The money was
good and the employment steady—though at times a messy and
degenerate affair.
Demons hated goodness far more than their
Fallen counterparts. Fallen viewed the human graces as weaknesses
to be exploited. Otherwise, they worked with or around goodness, as
an intrinsic matter of business. Without it, they would have no
more purpose than the madness of the Demon horde.
The Demons who had contracted Felon over the
years appeared to resent goodness. He chalked that up to a feeling
of inadequacy born of being shut out of Fallen Hierarchy; and the
envy that must have caused, combined with the precipitous drop
their position took in relation to the Divine Ranks in Heaven. They
hated the Angelic host just slightly more than they did Fallen.
But Demons paid handsomely and since they
were often employed as minions by Fallen, they maintained a better
relationship with their own servants. If the job was done well,
they paid and got on about their business. Regardless, Demons were
dangerous. They were a put upon species, and quick to see an insult
whether intended or not.
Regarding Heaven, Hell and the Pit, Felon had
never received a satisfactory answer. They existed, that was
obvious. But such intricacies were lost to the assassin. He didn’t
care if they came from Ohio or Denmark or Limbo, as long as they
paid. Felon hated them all. They were a
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