Hellbound

V. The Devil's Messenger

           ''Thank you, Barney. It is said that two people died this evening at 10:45 p.m. in Denver, near  the 15th Street, there was an explosion on the parking lot across from the Oriental & Sushi Bar. There has been no reason or evidence of the findings at the site as to what may have caused it. The fire department has spent thirteen minutes to wash out the fire, yet there is still no reason as to what is fueling its rage. All we can say is, that the lives lost will be identified soon.'' A female news reporter with a sleek, fair ponytail spoke as  a man observed the scenery. The camera fades out and he snaps,''Cut! Thank you Jane, you're on break for now.''

           There were people surrounding the secured area, the firefighters shooting out water and bringing out fire extinguishers. Just then, did they finally sate the hunger of the flames. There was a man in the crowd, someone who was different from all the others in the crowd. He could taste the horror and sincere concern that the crowd gushed out, he soaked it up and began to gloat. His depth less eyes flickered to the firefighter that was glancing at structure of the car, the flames and smoke danced upon his opaque obsidian irises. The news reporter to his left clicked in with his ears to grab the words the men exchanged. 

          He smirked when the news reporter grumbled underneath his breath because he couldn't detect what the men had said. However, he knew and had heard everything perfectly fine.  

          The left firefighter was holding an identification card where the picture was burned out and a note that was barely readable.. He muttered into the other man's ear, the one who could be a policeman,''We found this in the glove compartment, along with this.''

          ''Sparrow Tegan,'' The right fireman muttered,''female, born June 18th 1991. She was barely twenty-three when she died. What a shame.''

          ''I wonder who would do something like this.'' The policemen muttered as he took the scorched card into his grasp and stared at the Mustang. Just then did the commission team bring out the mangled remains of one of the bodies. It was fragile, yet the anatomy was long passed ashes to be able to withhold any evidence of sensing who was in that corpse bag. The air tasted like the body's soul. 

          Worthless, too bitter and dead since two weeks. 

          The messenger furrowed his brows into a glare, his energy began to vibrate with fury, he knew exactly how his Master would react to this. A tiny part of him shook with fear when he backed away from the crowd, not being able to witness the rest any longer. He cursed in the dialect of the Forgotten Souls before he strode around a corner and made his trip back to hell, leaving the temporary vessel behind. 

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          He had been right. His master had not been the happiest camper when he found out. 

          The messenger gulped as he snaked his ways through the obsidian doors that withheld so much history of his existence. His master was busy with one of his succubus when his head snapped away from her lips and he brushed her off. She giggled and raised a brow when he pulled away as the messenger came to a halt before his master. 

          'Massteeer, I am afraid there isss sssomething you need to know.''' The messenger hissed, his head inclining to stare at the plastered tiles. It was a petty site, to see that such a thing had control over the messenger. But his Master wasn't just his Master, he was the Master of all, of the whole degrading torturous chamber, of the souls, and so much more. 

          ''What is it now? Did you find her?'' He snapped, cracking his jaw with his knuckles when he stood up.

          The messenger shook his smog-like head, his eyes burning like the hottest pits of his new home. Master glared at him with his charcoal-like eyes that appeared to fume,''THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE?!''