The Dark Things

Prologue

This world does not deserve to live. It's inhabitants have ignored the signs of corruption and decay. Their world is dying and they are helping it along. It is time for them to learn the consequences of ignoring the death of this world.

Somewhere in America

The dark shuttered the humans in the church. They stood clustered behind the altar, cowering in fear. Judgement Day was upon them.

Howls tore through the night. The humans assumed the dark things couldn't enter since it was a holy place. But if one of them doubted God, the dark things could enter.

And one of them doubted.

Black wolves burst through the doors, their red eyes focused on the biggest pocket of fear.

A shadowy figure stood behind them. The shadow strood forward, the wolves parting before its scuffed black boots. Its eyes were silver like the moon.

As it drew closer, the moonlight showed it to be a woman of twenty years or so.

She had long, dark hair, skin so pale she seemed to be a ghost, and black angel wings that were slightly open so the humans could see she was a Hell's Angel. When she spoke, her voice was like music: soft and soothing.

"Don't be afraid. We won't cause you any pain. We don't want you to suffer,"she said, a soothing smile gracing her face while revealing her white fangs.

"We have to do this. It is time to cleanse this world. For hundreds of years, I have watched you destroy your home. Now, I can fix it,"she continued.

"But we have confessed our sins. We are clean. We have prayed for forgiveness from our lord,"said a woman near the back. Her eyes were feverish with panic and a mad hope that the Angel was mistaken.

"Your God has heard your prayers, but He is not listening. He has turned a deaf ear to you humans. This time it's Satan's court,"the Hell's Angel said, her eyes filling with good cheer.

"Your death is His way."

Ans with that the wolves attacked, the little church filling with the screams of the damned.