(I've decided to write this chapter as the last for this book, instead of continuing it I shall write another, that book will have the next parts of this. The reason I've decided to begin another book is that this one is rather extensive, it will also give me a chance to have a short break.)
I grab a piece of paper and pen, putting it on the table and writing my last goodbye. "Dear everyone... I guess. I've decided to find a place where I can no problem longer harm anyone or myself. This mark is a lock keeping things thateven God is scared of, locked up, I feek I need to do he same for myself. So I'm leaving, don't look for me, you won't find me."
I leave the note at the table and disappear to a place unknown.
(Izmar's Perspective)
I walk out to the table, looking for Lucifer.
"Luce?!" I yell into the air.
"Where are you?"
Walking to the table I see a note and pick it up. Mouthing the words as I read them, tears filling my eyes.
"No..."
I grab my coat and the keys running out to the garage and getting in, starting the car.
After hours of driving and spell searching I find nothing. I pull off the road and lay my head against the wheel, tearing up until I can't see anymore.
I grab my phone as it starts to ring, answering to Laney's voice. "Hello?" I sob into the phone.
"I saw the note...I'm sorry.." she stuters. I grip the phone tightly and try to stop crying.
"He's not going to let us find him...if he's gone he's gone..." she says hesitantly.
I tighten my grip on the phone, "I'll find him." I grit through clenched teeth, then throw the phone away from me.
[Week one]
I pull a holy knife from my pocket and turn to a demon that's tied to a chair, the demon squirming. Dunking the knife in a jar of holy water and dousing it in salt I pull it across the demons chest then shove it through his forearm.
"AARGH!!!" The demons screeches as I pull the knife uo his arm, cracking the bone.
"I don't know...!!" He screams with urgency.
"I don't think I heard you correctly..." I reply blunty and swipe the knife across his chest again then twist it in one of his ribs.
He screams in agony again and hangs his head, "look...I..don't...know..." he pants, spitting out blood.
"Then you're useless." I spit and shove the knife through his chest, walking out of the warehouse and lighting a match. "Burn with the rest of your disgusting kind." I mumble and throw the match onto the warehouse, the gasoline I soread around it before consuming it in flames.
[Week two]
After ariving in Nevada I stop at the first hotel I can find and pay for a room, then pull in.
After a few hours of looking I find a suspected nest of the firstborn vampire.
After a few hours of driving up north into the desert I arrive at an old barn, a few trucks outside. I douse a mechette in aniceptic and the blood of a deceased, rather fat, man.
I walk into the barn and see several vampires asleep, in a large circle around their nest leader, the firstborn. One by one I chop the heads of the vamps off and be careful not to wake them. I move to the firstborn and stumble over a rock, kicking a rake aside.
"Shit..." I mumble under my breath as the firstborn stands up and looks down on me with bloodshot eyes.
I grab a syringe out of my back pocket and duck as the vamp swings at me, stabing the syringe into his neck I pump him with an ounce of the dead man's blood. He grips hus throat and falls to a knee, crumpling into an unconscous state.
After several days of torture the firstborn still won't break.
"WHY WON'T YOU TALK?!?!" I'd scream.
"I haven't a thing to say. I know nothing." He responds non-chalantly.
I grab my mechette and lop his head off in pure rage then walk out of pure rage.
(Narrator)
Several months pass and Izmar contines to look for Lucifer. Laney and Nathan are still hunting but without the same attitude towards their jobs. Heaven is in a standstill, the Fallen starting to break without their leader. How shall the world turn out, without the influence of a single man.
