Slowly walking up to the elder guide, hanging his head low, knowing he was in some trouble. After a few seconds, lifting his head and looked at his mentor.
"Sir let me explain-" Jefferson began but Jameson cut him off.
"No."
Jefferson scoffed and gave a look of bewilderment.
"Wait, what?"
"Save it. You didn't listen to me and now I can't help you," Jameson spoke giving him a look of disappointment.
"What do you mean you can't help me?" Jefferson asked in a panic.
"What I mean is that this goes above me. One of the others will come for you and decide your fate." He explained, glaring at him.
"Who?"
"The angel's name is Justice," The elder replied.
"Who's she? I haven't met her."
"Justice is the angel of crime and punishment, an agent of karma."
"Oh crap," Jefferson blurted out.
"Oh crap is right young one," Jameson agreed.
"What do you think she'll do to me? " Jefferson asked with intense fear in his soul.
"Look at it this way she can't kill you you're already dead," Jameson told him.
"Gee thanks, Jefferson replied in the most sarcastic tone he could produce.
All of the sudden the skies lit up like an alien invasion then heat lightning struck in a strange pattern, like a game of Simon says.
"That would be her." Jameson pointed out.
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Spirit Guides In the Mist
FantasyTold through the point of view of the spirit guide of a young girl having strange dreams leading to her magical abilities. Then Divinity another guide starts a demon forgiveness program, to where dark souls get reborn on earth.