The Flaw In The Plan

Chapter Two

He stepped outside, the wind gently stroking his hair.
"Hm. Where to start. I could fight my way back up and have another shot at heaven..." He muttered to himself. "No, their ready for me now. Whatever, it will come to me. It's not like I'm on the clock or anything."
He walked down the streets of New York, a place he knew well from many visits, bathing in the sins of the night. He could feel eyes peering at him from the dark alleyways thinking of doing terrible things to him, just for a few bucks. Satan breathed it in, he absorbed all the angry thoughts, emotions, he could feel himself becoming stronger. That's when it hit him. The apocalypse! The perfect way to strike the Angels and God. They seemed to care so much about this tiny pathetic world, it would be perfect.
"Anyway," he thought "it would be nice to see the horsemen again. It has been a few hundred thousand years."
He wandered around the streets for a few hours thinking of how he could break the seven seals without being stopped by God again. He took a few sharp turns on the New York streets until he found himself facing an old apartment building. It was falling down. Rust covered the doors as they hung from their hinges and the entire building shuttered as a light breeze made its way into the windows and doors. As he walked up the broken steps the doors swing open as of welcoming an old friend and the dim interior flung to life. Lights sparked to life and fire roared in its place. The long hallway falling apart, flooded with a glow of red and orange. He walked down and came to a halt at the only door. It creeped open as if shy and reserved to reveal its interior. He stepped inside to find a single red armchair and candles spread all over the floor.
"Hello old friend." A voice murmured.
"It's been a long time Ipos. Is that what you still go by or should I call you Erik now?" He replied sarcastically.
"Good to see you again too." Ipos flatly replied.
"I've decided to start over. I've a plan. We won't be struck down again."
"It's about time. Us horsemen have been waiting for too long. Baal had almost given up on you."
"Come. Let us collect the others."
He quickly left the room and stormed down the hall and out the door, slamming in his wake.
He closed his eyes and found himself on a main road once more. He walked for a while and came to a home. It was glowing with warmth and he could see the faint outline of a family inside. He smiled. He could feel the sin flowing out of the place.
"A world like this. Ha. There's sin in every corner in the most innocent of places. Why he holds onto a place like this is beyond me." He thought to himself as he ascended up the steps the blood red door slowly swinging open and closing in his wake.
"Zagan. It is time. I have come to take the world for us."
"God damn it" Zagan muttered. "The last three times we've tried we have been stopped, what makes this time so different?"
"I have a plan. Something he won't expect. You can thank your local angel for that one."
"Who else knows?"
"Only Ipos."
Satan then closed his eyes once more and found himself in a 67' Black Chevy Impala. He drove it for s while until he arrived at a chapel in the center of the city. He flowed up the steps. Took a deep breath, and entered.