Black wings

A little bit from the author before you start reading. I would like to make it very clear that this isn't a horror story. I can't watch/read horror it scares me. So the prologue may seem a little dark, but the other chapters wont be, since it will be set in modern day time. I hope you enjoy, leave me comments on what you think and if you like it and want to read more make sure to vote and add it to your reading list. 

My chapters will be longer than this, at least 2 pages long on here. This is only the prologue, I didn't want to make it too long.

Enjoy!!

Prologue

The date was 1780[1], and there I lay.  Breathing shallow breaths that would probably be my last, but breathing none-the-less. I'd been following him for years ever since I was 16 to be exact. He had been alive longer than I had, which was an accomplishment, since I’d been alive for over four thousand years without getting killed. It had been hard keeping tabs on him, even though I'd made it my life’s work. That time though, I'd gone too far, much too far.  I’d followed Grayson to the house the Mallory’s were renting out. He’d just gotten released from the American army under the orders of Lucifer under one condition that the Mallory’s had to die. And I knew all too well anything Lucifer wanted, Grayson would do. Grayson had turned into Lucifer’s secret weapon on earth, to carry out any deed that deemed fit. 1780, was the year Grayson got creative with his killings, he wouldn’t just walk in snap necks and burry the bodies. He’d decided to make the victims fear him like no other fear they had felt before. He wouldn’t make it as quick and painless as he could. 1780 was the year he had finally become a demon, and he enjoyed it. When he finished with the Mallory’s I’d intercepted him on his escape, I think he knew that I’d been following him for years, but he never did anything about it. I’d stepped out of a near by shadow and stood in front of him. He threw me aside with a mere flick of his wrist.

“You’ve finally decided to present yourself I see. I was wondering how long it would take you. You took your time, two thousand years to be exact.”

I stood up, being hidden by the shadow of a nearby house.

“ Mercy isn’t something I show often, cross me one more time Jeremy, and I will kill you, with such pain that you will die only feeling remorse.”

With that he vanished into the blackness of the night. That was the last time I saw of Grayson. It wasn’t the last I heard of him though. He continued his killings, and as the years went on he changed his technique; each decade getting more gruesome. Some of his murders you might know about, each time he killed someone he would be under a different name. But the truth is, they were at the skilled hand of Grayson. 1780 murder of the Mallory’s, 1880[2] Jack the Ripper responsible for many murders, and 1967[3] Charles Manson.

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[1] In one of the most famous crimes of post-Revolution America, Barnett Davenport commits an awful mass murder in rural Connecticut. Caleb Mallory, his wife, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren were killed in their home by their boarder, Davenport.

[2] Attacks ascribed to the Ripper typically involved female prostitutes who lived and worked in the slums of London and whose throats were cut prior to abdominal mutilations.

[3] He (Charles Manson) was found guilty of conspiracy to commit the murders of six people, actress Sharon Tate and three other people at Tate's home, and the next day, a married couple, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca, all carried out by members of the group at his instruction.