Colliding Hearts #Wattys2017

Epilogue

The air was crisp and cool, leaves skittered across broken concrete and a low whistle filled the evening air. A man who was short and slightly round dressed in a fur buttoned coat, black dress pants and a pair of shiny black dress shoes walked down the street.

His golden and crimson eyes were hidden behind dark circular sunglasses that rested perfectly on his slightly squared nose. His cane which was a golden cane, with the head of a dragon with two bright rubies as its eyes, tapped against the concrete with every step the man took. His free hand was tucked away into his coat pocket and his bowler hat hid what bit of silver and gray hair he had; him not having shaved it for some time now.

Satran Redmond whistled a low tune that only he recalled a tune from ages of old, when the world was just beginning and demon and angel lived with one another. It was a tune that would be sung before every meal and whenever one found themselves lost. Though Satran was not lost he still whistled the tune for the darker meaning of it, while it was used before meals and when a soul was lost, it was mainly sang in mourning and Satran mourned.

Though there was no particular soul he mourned, he found that he was mourning more with each passing day. After his encounter with Ambriel or as he was now known as Alec, he found he mourned what he had done more than he had anticipated. So he had taken a walk, not wishing to have the demons that looked to him, aware of his mourning. The ancient demons had all but returned to their realm, leaving their children, the greater demons and demons to walk freely among the other creatures.

Satran had lied, of course lying was one of his few talents, that the Ancient Demons sought blood from Alec, in truth it was the Greater Demons who took it upon themselves to right the wrongs of the angels, though they believed it had been the Enochians who had caused the Archangels and humans to take control of the world, forcing the demons into the shadows.

The mere idea of how wrong history was made Satran laugh at times, though this evening was not one of them. In his mind's eye he could see villages of humans, castles that towered high into the clouds, temples with built for God and the Enochians.

He could see the Enochians traveling the world, protecting the humans side by side with their guardians and their Ancient Demon partner, all Enochian Angels and Guardian had one Ancient Demon that traveled with them, helping them in any way they could.

Satran had been young when he first saw the Enochian Angels and Enochian Guardians with their Ancient Demons. His parents had taken him to the poorest city he had ever saw, there had been hundreds of poor people dressed in dirty rags mingled with the wealthy and royalty.

There, in the center of the large crowd, as he sat on his father's shoulders, he saw them, they were all dressed in garments that resembled servants of royalty, it had been their looks and weapons that set them apart. They were all talking amongst themselves, ignoring the crowd that had traveled just to see them. However three of them had caught Satran's eye the most, he would later come to know them has his mentors, his friends and later, his family.

With a shake of his head he pulled himself from his memories, knowing it was pointless to dwell in those memories, especially for what he was doing, had done and will do. He took a left and entered an alley, coming to a stop at a metal door just near the back of the brick alley.

Lifting his cane he tapped the metal door three times before tapping twice then pausing and tapping once more. He stopped whistling when the door swung open and he stepped into the rancid smelling building that had been turned into a jail. He walked past the first empty cell, pausing only to glance in it and have an image of a bleeding Alec flash in his mismatched eyes, he carried on.

He headed towards the center of the room that had been dug downwards and was covered with enchanted metal bars that not only hid the captured but kept them from even touching the bars, least they wanted burned. He finally came to a stop and motioned with a sharp nod of his head and a light that hung above head flickered before turning on, blinding the captured in the otherwise dark hole. Satran composed himself before allowing a sinister smile to pass over his lips as he hidden eyes sparkled with grief and sadness.

"Hello Guardians and how are we tonight?" His voice rang out, and seven confused faces peered up at him, the faces of the seven missing Enochian Guardians.