Paul and Abigail sat at Abigail’s usual table, drinking their lattes. Paul was trying to act normal, but he was suspicious of Abigail’s mood. She should be dragging and spent, but it seemed as if she was energetic and bouncy. Not the way a person should act when their soul has come in direct contact with Daniel. The conversation between them was one sided as Abigail just kept talking. Paul was doing his best to follow, but he was severely distracted by the blinding brightness that was coming from her soul. It was like it had been fully restored and his siblings and Daniel did nothing. What happened? “Well Abigail it seems you finally got the rest you needed,” Paul stated. “Yeah, well not really.I still woke up at 3am because of the nightmares.But this time my body just kinda shut down afterwards. It was the first time in a long time I didn’t even dream. I think that's why I slept so long. “ She said before taking a big drink of her latte.“I see,” Paul started “So what’s on the age
“So how are we gonna handle the Angel problem?” Lust asked as she walked into the bar. Envy, Greed, and Wrath were sitting at a table in the corner. They had taken the lead, leaving the others to just go along with whatever they could come up with. “Personally,” Lust continued. “I would just confront whoever this Angel is. They are interfering with the prophecy and we all know Micheal wants this war just as much as Lucifer. Why send an Angel to protect a soul that rightfully belongs to hell?” Lust was in the beginning stages of one of her famous rants. “It just doesn't make any sense. I mean..”“Yes, we know Lust, but you know what else doesn't make any sense confronting an Angel. We may be the Seven Deadly Sins, but we are still low ranking demons. Do you know how fast an Angel will dispose of us? Pretty fucking fast.” Wrath was right to be fearful. They did not know how powerful the Angel was or who it was, and if his brush with Daniel had taught Wrath anything it was that looks can
Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what. The thoughts were stuck in a loop in his head. All of his mistakes were circling him.He didn’t know if what Wyatt was saying was true. But if his father had gone behind his brother's back to stop something that had been set in motion since Lucifer fell, then wouldn't Gabriel be cast out as well. Daniel needed to clear hi
The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel the heat coming off of it. It burned bright, and fierce. All Daniel could see was fire, and in it his mothers face on the day he died. Daniel could no longer hold in his pain and he screamed out in agony. “Danny, my boy I can’t seem to understand why you have made a mess of collecting one simple s
Abigail watched in utter shock as Mr. Goldberg and Daniel walked to the side door that led to the alley next to the coffee shop. She has managed to pull herself together and stop the tears that had been flowing from her eyes. Everyone was still staring at her. Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on.Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman.
It had been a week since Abigail had seen outside, she felt as if she was being kept prisoner. Her phone had been buzzing non-stop with texts from Paul. Abigail had resisted the urge to text him back but she was beginning to get claustrophobic. “So, how much longer am I going to be stuck inside this church?” Abigail asked as Wyatt entered the room with her lunch. “Honestly I have no idea, I was sent down here to monitor my brother, and he had disappeared since throwing a spiritual grenade in your hands.” Wyatt answered. “I could be stuck in this room for the rest of my life?” Abigail began to panic. “Well, that is a possibility.” Wyatt said nonchalantly, which only irritated Abigail more. She wanted to breathe fresh air, feel the sun on her skin. She wanted to go and get coffee and sit at the coffee shop. At the thought of the coffee shop, the last memory she had of it started playing like a movie in her head. Daniels wings, the sword, the black blood. Abigail was quickly reminde
The blood dripped down Daniel’s face as he endured hit after hit from Azazel. This had been going on for what felt like hours. “I didn’t tell you the damn prophecy just so you could go and fuck it up!” Azazel screamed between swings, taking out all of his pent up frustration on Daniels face. “You exposed us to a fucking human. A HUMAN!” Azazel was beginning to make himself angry again. Daniel knew the risk he was taking when he told Abigail about what was lurking in the shadows. The sizzle of burning flesh pulled Daniel from his thoughts, the sharp, hot pain ran up his ribcage as Azazel slowly dragged the red hot knife up through the center of his chest. Daniel gasped for air, but none came. Azazel continued to drag the knife higher and higher, once he had reached the base of Daniel’s neck he took the knife and buried it all the way to the hilt. Daniel felt as if he had swallowed fire, and the more Daniel struggled to breath, to swallow the more Azazel smiled. “YOU HAVE IGNORED ORD
Salem Ma. 1690Daniel sat in the front row of the church next to his brother Wyatt, who was fidgeting in his seat. Daniel was fully engrossed in what Preacher Garland was saying “No man should lay with a woman without her being his wife. Doing so could result in death. One must not find joy in fulfilling one's marital duties for it is sinful in nature.” He said. Daniel was hanging on every word. The thoughts that seemed to be cemented in his head were that of a sinful nature, and if he listened close enough, the things preacher Garland said would help him combat those thoughts. Then she walked in, the most beautiful woman in the village. Louise. Her hair was the color of strawberries, and her eyes were the most alluring green. When Daniel saw her, he lost track of what the preacher was saying. It was as if he could see his entire future in her eyes. She smiled when she looked at him. Daniel tucked his head and looked at Wyatt out of the corner of his eyes. He was staring at Louise,
The blood dripped down Daniel’s face as he endured hit after hit from Azazel. This had been going on for what felt like hours. “I didn’t tell you the damn prophecy just so you could go and fuck it up!” Azazel screamed between swings, taking out all of his pent up frustration on Daniels face. “You exposed us to a fucking human. A HUMAN!” Azazel was beginning to make himself angry again. Daniel knew the risk he was taking when he told Abigail about what was lurking in the shadows. The sizzle of burning flesh pulled Daniel from his thoughts, the sharp, hot pain ran up his ribcage as Azazel slowly dragged the red hot knife up through the center of his chest. Daniel gasped for air, but none came. Azazel continued to drag the knife higher and higher, once he had reached the base of Daniel’s neck he took the knife and buried it all the way to the hilt. Daniel felt as if he had swallowed fire, and the more Daniel struggled to breath, to swallow the more Azazel smiled. “YOU HAVE IGNORED ORD
It had been a week since Abigail had seen outside, she felt as if she was being kept prisoner. Her phone had been buzzing non-stop with texts from Paul. Abigail had resisted the urge to text him back but she was beginning to get claustrophobic. “So, how much longer am I going to be stuck inside this church?” Abigail asked as Wyatt entered the room with her lunch. “Honestly I have no idea, I was sent down here to monitor my brother, and he had disappeared since throwing a spiritual grenade in your hands.” Wyatt answered. “I could be stuck in this room for the rest of my life?” Abigail began to panic. “Well, that is a possibility.” Wyatt said nonchalantly, which only irritated Abigail more. She wanted to breathe fresh air, feel the sun on her skin. She wanted to go and get coffee and sit at the coffee shop. At the thought of the coffee shop, the last memory she had of it started playing like a movie in her head. Daniels wings, the sword, the black blood. Abigail was quickly reminde
Abigail watched in utter shock as Mr. Goldberg and Daniel walked to the side door that led to the alley next to the coffee shop. She has managed to pull herself together and stop the tears that had been flowing from her eyes. Everyone was still staring at her. Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on.Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman.
The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel the heat coming off of it. It burned bright, and fierce. All Daniel could see was fire, and in it his mothers face on the day he died. Daniel could no longer hold in his pain and he screamed out in agony. “Danny, my boy I can’t seem to understand why you have made a mess of collecting one simple s
Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what. The thoughts were stuck in a loop in his head. All of his mistakes were circling him.He didn’t know if what Wyatt was saying was true. But if his father had gone behind his brother's back to stop something that had been set in motion since Lucifer fell, then wouldn't Gabriel be cast out as well. Daniel needed to clear hi
“So how are we gonna handle the Angel problem?” Lust asked as she walked into the bar. Envy, Greed, and Wrath were sitting at a table in the corner. They had taken the lead, leaving the others to just go along with whatever they could come up with. “Personally,” Lust continued. “I would just confront whoever this Angel is. They are interfering with the prophecy and we all know Micheal wants this war just as much as Lucifer. Why send an Angel to protect a soul that rightfully belongs to hell?” Lust was in the beginning stages of one of her famous rants. “It just doesn't make any sense. I mean..”“Yes, we know Lust, but you know what else doesn't make any sense confronting an Angel. We may be the Seven Deadly Sins, but we are still low ranking demons. Do you know how fast an Angel will dispose of us? Pretty fucking fast.” Wrath was right to be fearful. They did not know how powerful the Angel was or who it was, and if his brush with Daniel had taught Wrath anything it was that looks can
Paul and Abigail sat at Abigail’s usual table, drinking their lattes. Paul was trying to act normal, but he was suspicious of Abigail’s mood. She should be dragging and spent, but it seemed as if she was energetic and bouncy. Not the way a person should act when their soul has come in direct contact with Daniel. The conversation between them was one sided as Abigail just kept talking. Paul was doing his best to follow, but he was severely distracted by the blinding brightness that was coming from her soul. It was like it had been fully restored and his siblings and Daniel did nothing. What happened? “Well Abigail it seems you finally got the rest you needed,” Paul stated. “Yeah, well not really.I still woke up at 3am because of the nightmares.But this time my body just kinda shut down afterwards. It was the first time in a long time I didn’t even dream. I think that's why I slept so long. “ She said before taking a big drink of her latte.“I see,” Paul started “So what’s on the age
Boston Mass. !997Abigail was back in the room, the room where she was raped. But all she could see were the shadows of the desks. The room was completely empty. She stood in the middle of the room looking around, it was unreal, nothing had changed. When she looked over at the teacher's desk the memory of what happened to her came back in flashes. She was so drunk that night, it was her first time drinking and Azria had failed to warn her. She could see it clearly, as if she was watching it. This time instead of focusing on the terrible thing Mr. Anderson had done to her, she noticed that his eyes were cobalt, deep like the sea. They were the same color as Azria's. The exact same,the same storm brewing, the same lighting. Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying.As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resem
Gabriel stood quietly watching Azazel explain the prophecy to Daniel. Despite the Great Hall feeling peaceful Gabriel was broken inside. He felt an unbearable sadness for his son. The basin quickly changed scenes, Daniel was now standing at Abigail's apartment building. Gabriel could no longer stand to see how far his favorite son had descended into the darkness. Surely his will was stronger than that."Father, you saw didn't you?" Wyatt asked as he made his way through the white marble walls. " He is one of them now. It's too late to save him.""No it's not too late Wyatt." Gabriel was firm in his belief that it was never too late and anyone could be saved. Daniel and Wyatt were like night and day. Literally. Daniel was the well behaved one, the one who would sacrifice himself to save anyone. Wyatt was the trouble- maker, the one who played pranks and would do anything to get out of his responsibilities. It was true that Gabriel knew what would happen to Daniel, he knew from the ver