Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XIX

Dustyn, Carter, Azazel, and Michael returned to Gadreel's house, landing in its living room. They suddenly found themselves sitting dead center of a very active, Grigori occupied neighborhood. The street was now filled with golden soldiers and resembled nothing even close to its original appearance only 24 hours previous.

"Incoming!" Carter whispered and three of the four beings flattened themselves against the wall, while Dustyn dove behind Gadreel's ancient tattered sofa.

A handful of shimmering Grigori grunts floated by, one of them stopping to peer in through the home's dirty windows. It placed a hand against the glass and moved its golden head side-to-side in an attempt to survey the living room's interior. It shrugged and then turned, gliding back toward the street.

"Holy shit that was close!" Dustyn exclaimed, sitting down behind the couch. He glanced over at the other spiritual warriors. "What is it?" he asked Carter, noticing a terrified look appearing on the man's face.

Carter's eyes were wide, observing the lower half of an impossibly large Grigori pass by a window. He turned to look at Azazel. "What the hell is that thing?" he asked, throwing a thumb over his shoulder.

"I was not expecting those this soon. They are Grigori Prime," the Watcher replied. "The first Grigori. Their presence indicates Holok is definitely taking Michael and my appearance seriously."

"Why are they so frigging big? They couldn't have been human," Dustyn asked, peering over the top of the couch and out into the street.

"That's because they are only half human. They are converted Nephilim, the offspring of some of the Watchers and human females."

"Oh, great, half-angel and half-human Grigori. That's all we need," Dustyn said with a sigh, throwing his hands in the air.

"By default, they are stronger than your average Grigori grunt, that's true, but don't let their size fool you, they have most likely grown complacent, even out-of-practice, as it were. I imagine if we take them by surprise, there might be a chance to eliminate them rather quickly." The Watcher grinned. "They have not experienced a challenge for millennia."

"I still don't feel any better," Carter said.

"One last thing, they tend to travel in three's," Azazel added.

"I don't know about you guys, but I really don't want to go out gun's blazing," Dustyn said. "I think we need to do a little recon before diving headlong into this thing."

"I agree," Michael replied. "Too many unknowns."

Carter leaned toward the window and lightly lifted the edge of a curtain to better examine the scene on the street outside. "I can see three squads of the normal Grigori and one big one. Damn, that dude is huge! He's twice as tall as you, Azazel."

"Size does not matter," the Watcher responded.

"Did you just say that?"

Azazel appeared confused. 

Dustyn's eyes sparkled. "Yoda...you're my super tall Yoda. Get it?"

Carter exhaled through his nose. "Geek."

"Proudly," the young man replied.

"Shut up, both of you," spat Azazel. "I am not Yoda, you human fool!"

"I know, you are what would happen if Darth Vader and Yoda had sex and made a baby," Dustyn shot back with a large grin.

The Fallen Angel glared at Dustyn. "I almost want to kill you, you insolent little rodent!"