Location: The Realm of the Fallen...
The immortal Fallen angel Shemyaza, formally known as Henrí Donoma’s chest filled with pride as one by one he locked eyes with the members of the group that lounged in front of him. His wine red wings spread wide, but certainly not as wide of the smile that lit up his handsome features as all but one Deadly Sin smiled back at him. Even though he did not smile, Wrand’s eyes swirled with humour.
“It has been two years, almost three for some of you. I am pleased with your progress thus far. You all have become closer to mastering your gifts and all that is left is to assist in recruiting the remainder of your brethren. Because make no mistake,” Shemyaza continued after a brief pause, “a war is still very much on the horizon.”
“I think we’ll be all right,” Liam replied, one leg hanging over the arm of the leather couch that sat in the centre of the dimly-lit room.
This room was low-hanging, with the ambience of a tucked away bar; off to the right was a row of bar stools overlooked by a well-dressed demon who currently served as the lounge’s duty bartender. At present, he busied himself by polishing racks of variously-sized glassware with blinding speed as the eye that looked out from the side of his neck kept watch for any incoming guests to his work station. He hummed along softly to the low, melodic jazz tones that provided ambient as the powerful immortal held court with his young charges.
“Do we get to fracture bone?” Wrand asked softly from where he sat with legs crossed; heavily muscled dark brown skin of his upper body bare, his lower body encased in tan-coloured trousers.
“Yes, an excellent question. Do we?” Evangeline asked, retribution a slow burn in her gaze as she sat on the other end of the couch, body now fully healed and rippling with barely leashed power covered by a loose fitting white floral dress with magenta and bright green rose petals. Her hair was low to her scalp; the large hoop earrings she wore enhancing striking features not even the thin scar that ran down the centre of her transplanted eye could diminish.
Gigi simply shook her head as she looked on either side of her at her bloodthirsty peers.
“If there’s time,” Shemyaza replied, “for now, this is your target,” he continued as he drew an arbitrary circle in the air, manipulating molecules to present the striking image of a man that looked to be well into his forties. “Meet Greed.”
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Location: Italian countryside…
He could hear the whispers from far away, streams of information weaving through his mind. On the outside his body remained at rest, frozen in pristine stasis save for the long crack running down the centre of his body.
Four die in bombing of private school…
Fifty-one gunned down in mosque attack…
Grand-mother of eight raped and murdered with throat slit…
Birds shrieked and took to the skies as the ground beneath them trembled. The usually pristine water of the underground chamber churned violently as the four nuns holding vigil kept their calm amidst the rage of the waking Archangel.
… Charred remains of three children ranging from ages five to thirteen discovered…
The marbled cocoon burst outward, thin flecks of marble whipping the exposed skin off of the nuns’ faces.
My brother, came a soft, vaguely familiar voice through his mind, what is it that angers you so?
He could not yet find the words to articulate the raw emotion that tore through his body.
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Army of Sin - Season 3 - Africa and Her Secrets
FantasiaHenrí Donoma is an immortal with renewed purpose. With his reunion with his brother; the King of Hell, his exile has been annulled and he has been given new information that may well help turn the tide of the coming war that he can sense. However, h...
