A cold gush of wind slapped the dark figures face as he slowly made his way through the old battleground. Thousands of stakes with bodies impaled in all different positions littered the torn wasteland. The lone man let out a deep sigh and took a long drink from the bottle he was clutching while thinking back to how the hell such a horrible fate had befallen him.
Now some men pray to god in the normal way where you just get down on a knee and thank him for everything while some prayed in a different way. Some people believe that god does not reward those who pray, but reward those who show there faith visibly. He used to be one of those people.
He thought back to his early years when his father sold him to some fat pervert, whom he’s happy to think he killed, but while thinking back and being raped every night he clutched a small cross and refused to pray or ask for help. He did this because he did not want god to think him weak. Though once he got his hands on a blade he killed the fat fuck and escaped.He thought the best way to show his faith was through battle, so he gathered an army and slaughtered everything, with extreme cruelty. Then on this very battle field he lost. How the hell could god have turned his back to him after all he did for him? Then right before his execution he decided to forsake god, that’s when it happened..
That's when it all went to hell....
What is commonly know to the universe as the end of time. God had apparently had enough of the petty squabbles and pointless battles of the people on Earth, or maybe he just needed some entertainment, because on 2213 some people had a blinding light come from them before disappearing. Others got turned into monsters literally, while some just stayed the same. A day later the angels, and demons arrived and started fighting.
Angels took over to rule with a iron fist, and started what the called "the cleansing." In which they killed everything save for a few that supported their efforts. Some people tried to reason with them only to be slaughtered like cattle.
Then came the demons, taking advantage of the confusion to attack. After a fortnight of this they both retreated. Knowing they could not fight the battle on two fronts the angels took over most of the ruling class and law positions, to let humans know who was in charge, to try and use them as cannon-fodder. The demons on the other hand disappear showing up only to kill scores of angels and their affiliates and disappear into the night.
The man took another heavy drink from his bottle, sighed and threw it across the battlefield where it shattered like his faith to lay scattered and forgotten. He man lit a cigarette and walked melted into the night.
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Damien crawled through the small cramped air ducts, trying to find a credit chip he could steal. His street gang’s dues were due this week. And the gang’s head was an asshole. Usually you didn’t have to pay dues till you were ten, but the gang head changed it to eight, and guess who just turned eight.
Damien hated his luck. First his family came to this god forsaken planet for a better life. Ya some vacation place he thought, it was night at least 80 percent of the time. And then there were only three cities on the whole planet, which were all surrounded by a gate that had guard towers. If anything it felt like a prison. The gates were supposed to keep them safe. Safe from what he had no clue. If that wasn’t bad enough, his family was attacked by a band of thugs. He was forced to watch his parents be brutally tortured to the point where they begged for death. But the torture didn’t stop there because they burned to death. And if that wasn’t enough those monsters had then forced him to eat his own parents! After that they beat him and left. Damien had to join the street gang to survive. After all a five year old can’t really survive on his own. We he told the authority’s what happened they just laughed in his face!
“Come.” Damien stopped mid-thought, wondering who said that, it sounded like someone was next to him but no one was near him.
Damien continued crawling forward, until he found a vent he could look out of. Out the vent Damien saw a bar with three people in it. The first was obese man, who was passed out drunk in a puddle of his own urine.
The second was a tall man, with an x-shaped scar, was wearing red and black, who was drinking very heavily. But sat at the stool hunched over slamming down mug after mug.
Finally turning his attention to the third and final man. Who was the bartender. Who was wiping a dirty mug with an even dirtier rag.
I might be able to steal from the guy passed out, the bartender wouldn’t be able to get there in time to stop him, and the other man was probably too drunk to stand up without falling. He thought
He was about to make his move when a group of three people walked in. The leader of this group walked up to the man drinking and said, “I thought I might find you in here Dedrick.” The man spat at him. Dedrick only smiled. “What no witty comeback? Honestly knowing you I’m surprised there aren’t any hookers in here you trash.” Dedrick slammed another four shots down. “You bastard. You will acknowledge me when I’m speaking to you!” Yelled the man losing control and picking up a bottle and smashing it on his head.
Dedrick turned and looked at him, “thank you, may I please have another.”
The man completely outraged pulled his gun and fired it through Dedrick’s head until the gun over heated. The man turned and started walking toward the door when a voice stopped him.
“Thank you may I please have some more.” Said Dedrick mockingly sitting on the stool smiling with a malevolent glint in his eyes.
The man was visibly shaking, “W-W-What are you?!” screamed the man as his two cronies riddled Dedrick’s body with bullets.
Dedrick walked for completely oblivious to the fact that his body was being shredded with bullets. “I am the man who gives you your prize. For winning the complete dumbass contest, you three shall be removed from the gene pool.” Said Dedrick, Stopping, smiling then…
Damien didn’t know what just happened one second all three of them were firing on the man called Dedrick, the next one was ripped in two his body on opposite sides of room his guts painting the bar a new shade. The second was in four pieces spread throughout the bar. And the leader was being lifted from the next by Dedrick with one hand into the air.
“Y-y-you’re a monster.” Said the leader with piss dripping from his leg.
Dedrick who was licking the blood of his fingers looked up and cocked his head. “You asked what I am. Now you know I’m the one who’s going to send you back to hell where you belong. I’m retribution. I am the Night Angel.” Said Dedrick squeezing his neck until the was only a bloody stump.
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