The Last Hallelujah

chapter 6

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Closing time by supersonic

Life support by Sam Smith

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I ran my hand through the tousled locks of my hair caused by a sleepless night. As a demon, I rarely slept but as of late I was low on energy and in dire need of blood. My demeanor had begun to show physical flaws. Bags were under my eyes, scars that had healed began to resurface from brawls I had once participated in, coverted by the shadows of dark alleys. I let my fingers linger on the markings that etched my previously flawless skin and sighed.

I turned on the tap and washed my hands. Drops of water clung to the black hairs on my forearm as I reached over the sink to grab my shaver. My movements had been slow and paced ever since I woke up this morning. Stuck in the profundity of my own thoughts because of my current situation, but how could I not when the ever turning wheels of my imagination conjured numerous possible outcomes of how bad this could end. I didn't know that damned soul, didn't care much about him either, so why would I trust him? Putting all my faith in the devil? Stupid, I tell you. Assembling a taskforce that could mangle a whole army of heavenly's sounded nearly impossible, but the results if we won this bloodbath would lead to the dawn of a new era and victory over our oppressors would be far too precious of a gift to pass up.

But I was in doubt, ever since I had last seen Brother Zachariah; a candle inside of me was ignited, of hope, that perhaps I could go back home. It was foolish, a true display of weakness that would be my downfall. Though it was something I could not help; I did not want to scower the lands of mundane souls and feed the beast that resides within me, gradually growing in strength and size, a creature soon to overpower my state of mind and turn me into a mindless savage beast. I hate who I am and what I was surely becoming, a demon.

The shaver fell from my lax grasp as I noticed a second reflection in the mirror that hovered behind me in the distance. Damien walked closer to me and placed one of his calloused hands on my bare shoulder. I felt a slight spread of warmth engulfed my body from where his hand lay. I relaxed in his hold, my body seeking comfort in his touch.

I looked into the mirror and saw two lost souls. The look in Damien's eyes said it all, he was worried about me. His green eyes were strikingly bright capturing my full attention.

He dragged his lips along the side of my neck and paused for a second. The gesture was far too intimate for me, out of respect I shrugged off the urge to cringe at our proximity. Damien stepped back and grabbed my equally large hand in his, the contrast of our skin, smooth and calloused sent shivers down my spine.

"Everything will be alright as long as you have faith. We need to be in this together a hundred percent, I can't have you second guessing but I also don't want you to feel pressured into this."

Damien withdrew both of his hands from my skin and rubbed his face.

"Look, maybe you'll be more assertive after today's meeting with the siren queen. She'll be the first member of our immortal alliance against the heavens."

I offered a weak smile; Damien slapped my back and smiled.

"Good, keep that up and we might manage to charm the fins off of her."

With that said Damien spun on his heel before leaving the bathroom he called over his shoulder

"Dress nice, and shave. You look like sh#t"

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The orange and yellow hues of light from the sun set reflected on the waters below creating a vibrant aura as we jet skied across the sea. Salt water sprayed from the friction of the boat against the surface of the water onto us. Keenly I watched droplets of water land gently on Damiens' tanned biceps and his t-shirt making the thick, tonned slabs of muscle from underneath visible. His thoughts seemed to be afar as he gazed dreamily into the horizon. He snapped out of his trance and his broad shoulders and torso leaned towards the left as we approached a nearby cavern shaded by thick mangrove vegetation. Damiens hair billowed in a gust of wind before he skidded to a halt on a patch of dry land right next to the sirens cave.