A tall man with raven hair stood over the shop keeper of the village. He had fallen trying to escape his death. The man brandished a long steel blade. With a quick flick of the blade, a line of blood ran across the shop keepers throat. His head fell to the side and his cold dead eyes stared into the window of the cellar next to him. The tall man took out a red hankerchief and wiped his blade clean. Goul was his name now. It had been for several years. He was given the name becuase of his talents. He was indeed a mortal, but he had the strength and speed of a demon. He looked at the dead body and walked away. He didn't really want to be hear doing this, but this was the only job he could get. Banisher suddenly looked off into the distance. "It's been used. I can sense it." Five men looked up at him from the carnage. They looked from one to the other. None of them could sense anythnig wrong, but he was the boss and what he says goes. "Let's go, that way." He lifted his arm towords the woods. Goul replaced his blade at his side and joined his master. Together the six of them went into the carrige. The light of the burning village gave the scene and erie glow. They were off to retreive the artifact.
((This is a little short, so what? I could sit here and make excuses, but I'm lazy..........So BLEAH!!!))
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The story of an angel who just didn't belong
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