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Rihanna swam around the ship Bronn had been viciously mutinied from. In her true form of the mermaid, she was dangerous, though beautiful to pirates. They were pirates that hadn’t had the touch of a woman nor seen a beautiful one in ages, coming ashore for salty women and as much rum as they could handle before returning to the seas. This time they would never see the shore again, not with what she would do to them. She perked from the seas only showing her eyes as she stared upon the ship, her now enlarged pupils burning with a fury she would unleash upon the men. Growling to herself, she noticed she was being watched by one of them, he alerted the rest of the crew, pointing in her direction. “OI! There’s something in the water!” Rihanna quickly darted back into the safeness of the waters, her fin splashing after her once she dived. Swimming under the ship itself, she swam to the other side, floating upright, this time wanting to be seen. “Tempus tuum advenit.” She spoke in the familiar Latin term ‘Your time has come.’ Before raising her hand in their direction, sending a lethal siren ringing over the seas, shaking the ship as it began to crack and crumble around them. “ABANDON SHIP! OI ABANDON SHIP!” The captain yelled as men began jumping into the water. The dolphin Gus appeared and began to snatch those men into his grasp, swallowing them whole one by one.     Once the ship sank into the depths, she could see two men that remained, swimming quickly towards them, grabbing them by their throats. She strangled them until their heads exploded, only leaving behind their headless bodies. Satisfied with her work, she’d swam back to shore to the young Sparrow; he had made himself at home in the shack, drinking and eating his fill before settling in front of the fireplace. Rihanna stood behind him, watching him before he saw her in the reflection of a mirror, and jumped to his feet. “Oh-I’m sorry, ma’am, I was starving. I apologize for eating all of your food.” He stuttered; Rihanna could smell his fear. “No need to apologize, dear. I do not require much human food to stay alive.” She chucked as she wandered towards the fireplace, her hand waving over it, while the flames tickled her fingertips. Bronn was in amazement. “You are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, Miss. My father was telling the truth then.” A smirk played at her lips when he spoke of Jack. “He was not. What’s become of dear ol Jack?” She asked, looking at him. “Dad’s still at sea, doing what he does best. Taking what he can and giving nothing back.” It pleased her to know he was still alive, though they had their differences, he was her favorite pirate and had a hand in releasing her from her human bonds the first time.   “That is excellent. I am glad he can still do what he loves. Though I never thought he would find time to create a child, never knew he could deal with a woman for very long. He always said his first and only love was the seas.” She chuckled, speaking of herself. “But people change, even him.” The goddess continued to watch the flames, while Bronn helped himself to another cup of rum. “And what about you, goddess? I see you are with child, and you wear a ring. Have you found your true love?” She nodded, looking at her engagement ring. “I have, and it’s more than one child in here, love. Their father is a man named Thomas Shelby. A Gypsy. He doesn’t like to travel much, but we make due.” Rihanna nodded. “He is a reincarnation of many lives he’s had before.” Bronn’s eyes widened once again. “A- A reincarnation of what?” He asked again. “That’s possible? Seriously? Wow, there is a lot that my father failed to tell me. He thinks I can’t handle the truth of things, but I am no longer a child.” Looking over at him, Rihanna shook her head. “No, you are not a child but you are his child, for once Jack is looking out for someone other than himself.” She assured him. “There are things you may not be ready for and from your recent predicament, he’s right. But rest assured wee one. Everything will soon be made clear.” Rihanna nodded before standing to her feet. “Why weren’t you with your mother? Is she…?” Trailing off, she waited for his answer. “Oh- my mother died many years ago, her name was Bella. Dad raised me, but uncle Will and auntie Lizzie helped.” The mention of the Turners caused her to chuckle again. “A touch of destiny….” She mimicked the same tone she had when in the body of Tia Dalma herself. “So, they are still alive and kicking too, huh? Amazing.” Rihanna nodded slowly before focusing her attention on the man. “I am the personification of Death too, and I can allow you to see your mother once more if you wish.” Bronn’s eyes began to fill with tears as she grabbed the goddess’ hands in his. “It would be dream come true if you are able to bless me with such a gift. My mother died of cancer when I was just 7 years young.” This made her heart ache, seeing the pain in his eyes made her want to help him. “All you have to do is ask, sir Bronn.” Before she knew it, he hugged her again, his voice at a whisper but loud enough for her to head. “Ms. May I see my mother again? Please?” Rihanna closed her eyes as she nuzzled her nose into his shoulder, chanting in her head as the room around them faded to black, the darkness of her realm was where souls wandered, the souls who weren’t ready to fully cross over. Pulling away from him, she walked him through her world. “All you have to do is call out to her, she will come.”       “Mother? Are you here? It’s me, your little shrimp!” Bronn broke away from the goddess to run into the darkness, his tearful screams caused a bit of light to shine through, and soon a dark-haired woman in a red dress appeared, holding her arms out to him. “Bronny, my wee shrimp, how I’ve missed you so!” Bella cried, rushing to hold him. She saw Rihanna and mouthed the words ‘Thank you.’ before closing her eyes to bury her face in his shoulder. The goddess smiled and gave her a subtle nod, allowing them a private embrace. The two spoke of Jack and how well he did raising him, always reminding him of his mother and how wonderful she was. “Tell your father I always knew the first thing he ever gave me was stolen,” Bella laughed through tears as she caressed her son’s cheek. “I can now crossover knowing you are safe and have grown into a handsome and thriving young man.” Bronn missed his mother and didn’t want to let her go but knew heaven is where she belonged. Nodding his head, he kissed her cheek one final time before releasing her. “I love you mother, so much.” He whimpered. Bella returned the cheek kiss. “I love you more, my son. You do not belong here, and I hope Mrs. Fenty takes good care of you, just like she did with Jack. Now go. Go and be great. Live up to your name. Goodbye, my love.” Her hand let go of his as her body turned into a glowing light and ascended up into the air and into heaven. Bronn’s tears fell as he watched his mother vanish, causing him to run back to Rihanna, clutching the pregnant woman’s hands again. “Thank you, I am forever in your debt for what you’ve done. Thank- Thank you…” He choked on his tears, unable to prevent himself from hugging her again, dropping to his knees as she followed. “It’s okay, dear. At least you know she’s finally where she belongs.” The goddess caressed the man’s head as the walls reverted back to normal, the two back in the shack on the couch.

Name: Luke Shaw Gender: Cisgender Male Place of Birth: Alexandria, Virginia Date of Birth: May 4th 1997 Ethnicity: Scottish American Hair: Short dirty blond, often neatly swept sideways Eyes: Cornflower Blue Height: 5'11" Weight: 159lbs Body Type: Lean and Toned Mesomorph Tattoos: None Scars: Left Knee (Surgical) Handedness: Right Temperament: Melancholic Jungian / Myers-Briggs Profile: ISFJ-A (Assertive Defender) Astrological Chart: Sun in Taurus, Ascendant in Virgo, Moon in Aries Chinese Zodiac Sign: Fire Ox Relationship Status: Single Sexual Orientation: Straight Drinks: No Smokes: No Education: High School Current Occupation: Private security guard Former Occupations: Professional Martial Artist. Uber Driver. Family: Three younger sisters. Both parents deceased. Luke Shaw was born in the Spring of 1997 to a lower middle class family. His father was a police lieutenant, and his mother a state-employed social worker; an overall happy and bustling marriage despite ever-present financial struggles. The loving home wasn't going to remain unchanged for long, however. When Luke was just five years old, his father was tragically shot in a major drug cartel operation, succumbing to his wounds immediately and leaving his wife to solely take care of four children. To further complicate things, the then young woman was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis just a couple of years later, and as the disease rapidly progressed, she ended up being forced to settle for an early retirement and, thus, a reduced paycheck.Meanwhile, Luke himself had found an avenue to deal with trauma, grief and anxieties that he was too old to even name yet: the dojo across the street. What started out as a hobby designed to distract and placate a naturally cumbersome young boy rapidly became a way of life. He had taken Judo lessions for just a few months before he started to engage into other styles, all of which he seemed to have a natural affinity with. By the time he became a teenager, he was not only an expert fighter, but one capable of helping out with the home budget with meager, but nonetheless welcomed sponsorship deals. It was looking more and more like he had been carving a niche for himself and that he'd have a bright future ahead as a professional athlete.That he was going to skip college was very much a certainty. He had it all figured out: he was going to slowly rise through the lower ranks of some fighting leagues, the training schedule lenient enough to give him time to take care of his now blind and wheelchair-bound mother. They had learned, while living together, how to make a whole lot with very little money, after all, and those sponsorship deals had been getting nicer. Who knew? There were already talks of him being a contender for the Olympics in a few years, even.The strategy seemed to work at first. And then 2016 happened. He was sparring with a blue belt who was nursing a hangover, his technique particularly sloppy. Luke could see the awkward throw that he was going to attempt to pull of a mile away, but decided to just roll with so that he wouldn't hurt the guy by countering; a mistake he'd regret for pretty much the rest of his life. The thing was much rougher than he anticipated, leading the way to a nasty fall. He knew he had messed up his knee before he even attempted to move it, but hoped that the injury had been, mercifully, something minor. Alas... the diagnose of a torn ACL came about, and with that it seemed like his career was over before he had even turned twenty. There was no way he could afford the surgery he needed, after all.The next couple of years were nothing short of grim. He had been contemplating becoming an Uber driver as a side hustle, but it suddenly became his number one income opportunity. Driving shifts were long, exhausting and punishing; and as his mother's condition worsened he couldn't help but feel guilty about not being around as much. If he managed to get four hours of sleep in one night, it was a good one.Thankfully, luck was about to strike him in the most unlikely of situations. He had just given an obviously affluent middle-aged woman a ride home when he realized that her pedestrian access gate had been broken in. Valiantly (some would say foolishly, even), he went back in to investigate, only to find out that the woman was being attacked by what he'd later learn to be an abusive ex-husband. Even though Luke had been out of action for over seventeen months, struggling with joint pain and sleepless, he managed to effortlessly subdue the assailant.This feat of heroism made him a bit of a local celebrity, and, most importantly, led to a budding friendship with the woman he had rescued who, in a twist of fate, just happened to be a renowned orthopedic surgeon. It didn't take long before she volunteered to treat Luke with a pro bono knee reconstruction sugery. In just seven months, he was competing again. It seemed like a dream.His second wind as a professional fighter was not nearly as successful or long lasting as one would expect, though. In a way, it seemed like he had outgrown that career. The fallout of his stint at the doctor's house had slowly, but surely, led him to a different, more financially rewarding path. Before he could even properly process what was happening, he was working full-time as a bodyguard; engaged in short-term assignment to some decidedly high-profile clients, some of which A-list celebrities. In just about four years, he had become a highly requested name in the field; making enough money to afford full-time care for his mother and a lifestyle that, while by no means decadent, was a farcry from the spartan routine he had grown used to ever since his early childhood.Sadly, his mother didn't have enough time to enjoy the exponentially more comfortable situation he'd managed to provide her. After dealing with her degenerative illness for almost two decades, a lung blood clot ended her life. While still grieving, Luke was forced to sell the one house he'd always lived in due to pressure from his siblings, which put quite the strain on his relationship with them. Single, borderline homeless and in-between jobs, it is the first time that he had ever felt genuinely lonely as he goes through a reasonably bumpy transition period.  COMBAT PERKS / CHARACTER BLURBS:   In great part due to the trauma of his father's death, Luke utterly abhors guns and will refuse to use them in the line of duty. This is one of the reasons he has become quite popular with clients who feel uncomfortable with firearms in general. He has also honed his fighting skills to a degree in which he is particularly adept at disarming potential targets.□ □ □Ever since his mother passed, he's been living in a motel room that a former client has gently granted to him as he sorts his financial situation out. Being on his own, without having anyone to look out for, has been a strange and slightly unsettling experience. He's been hiting the dojo harder than ever in order to deal with the lingering anxiety, and it has mostly worked, even though being alone has been looking more and more like less of a long term option.□ □ □He is a bit of a car enthusiast. Driving late at night is quite possibly the one other activity aside from training that he considers soothing. A yellow 2008 Chevrolet Camaro is one of the few things he owns, and he takes great care of it. He has never quite "learned" how to drive with automatic gearboxes (much to the exasperation of friends and family) and often insists that it's actually harder than manually changing gears.□ □ □He is soft-spoken to an impressive degree, and will virtually never raise his voice. Aggressive drives are exclusively dealth with by being channeled to his body. He's mostly regarded by others as serious and stoic, and will rarely lighten up to anything more than a mild, slightly bashful boyish grin. Among friends, he can show a subtle, dry wit.□ □ □Him being a namesake to a Manchester United footballer / soccer player is a recurring silly in-joke amond friends. He finds it slightly more irritating than he lets on.□ □ □Growing up surrounded by women has made him rather attuded to them, so much so that he's often baffled whenever his male friends refer to ladies as being mysterious or incomprehensible. He also has a low tolerance for sexism and misogynistic remarks in general.□ □ □While he has competed in smaller MMA promotions for a quick paycheck, he generally despises the industry and considers it a perversion of Martial Arts. He has become increasingly vocal about it ever since he's retired from competing in the first place.□ □ □Even though his knee reconstruction surgery has allowed him to get back to fighting condition, the joint itself has never quite felt 100% healed to him, and he often struggles with pain and discomfort afer training or otherwise exerting himself. The prospect of eventually having to deal with a second procedure has been a concern that has been lingering on the back of his mind.□ □ □He's had only three girlfriends in the past, two of which have lasted longer than three years. As a general rule, he is not the biggest fan of hookups and one-night stands. The fact that he generally never goes out partying beyond cozy, small gathering with close friends makes casual encounters all but impossible in the first place.□ □ □He tends to struggle with where he stands on the political spectrum, having mildly conservative values but also being in favor of social welfare and wealth distribution policies. Much to his chagrin, one of his sisters has become a (very minor) internet celebrity as a leftist Twitch streamer during the last few years; which has put him in uncomfortable situations with his mostly right wing and far right professional contacts.

Hands tugging at her clothes. Brandy on her lips. Her breath against bare skin. Heart beats quicken as adrenalin floods. In the dark clothes were thrown aside giggles broke the silence."This....bra is like fort Knox...geez!" " Let me help....here....done!" A second voice chirped out"Mmm..." lips hit the skin of her newly naked breast just before being pushed to the bed. Her hips pulled into the others with force. A moan peirced the cold air as hands explored the body below. Strong fingers finding their goal and buried deep within. Teeth skipping across the tender skin of her neck. Back arched, legs stiffened, sheets gripped and a scream of pleasure. Hot, wet, soft and powerful. A night of pleasure. A moment in time. Two women who don't even know each other's name for one night became each other worlds.  

 The rain pounded on the school windows as she made her way to the next class. She could feel the other students staring at her after the horrible things Nina Patterson had done to her. Everyone was staring, laughing even, and something that she could do nothing to make the day any worse. When she caught up with Noah he tried to cheer her up by being his own geeky self which she loved about him but was not "in love" with him if that made any sense. She was NOT a lesbian. She was bisexual which was a HUGE difference. There was a war about sexual identities going on whether it was okay to be gay and with the same sex or different with the opposite sex. To her, it hit home, she knew she liked girls but she had boyfriends before, too and she had told her father she wasn't what they said. As a luthrerun preacher at their chruch he said he did not care what sexual orientation she was; as long as she was happy and healthy he did not care who she slept with. This gave Audrey some confidence. She just did not care about the things people thought about her or said for that matter. Why did she not care? Why give into the conformity of society when nothing seemed to work out for her. She had only one best friend and that was Noah Foster. Since she moved to Lakewood, Noah had been the only kind person to her other than Emma Duval until they got into High School where she met some new friends and ignored her so she was pissed and she felt abandoned from her old friend being there for her all the time. Noah thought they were all losers anyway and thought his best friend was the coolest in the school. She was tough but it did not make her popular, but it did make her a surviver and she could defend herself if she needed to. She worked out on a regular basis and she was strong-willed as well. She did not take sitting like a duck lightly and would defend herself if necessary. Audrey was somewhat irritated that someone would set her and her girlfriend Rachael up like that and post it everywhere on the internet - it would be taken down but still.. Rachael could not handle things like Audrey could - she was a kind soul and beautiful; however, she hated the way she looked and suffered from depression cutting herself with a razor blade when she got depressed feelings.Soon after the cyber bullying video went viral Rachael was found dead hanging from her ceiling fan and her neck snapped. She would have had to fall from great lengths than a simple ceiling fan according to Maggie Duval who did the Autopsy from victims that came into the hospital. Emma's mom working for the police gave Emma the inside story on what went on in the police force and on the hospitalization of people in the morge too. She honestly was just looking for a friend - someone to confide into someone to hang out with and tell her darkest secrets to - Audrey never knew what love was until she was with Emma. Everything disappeared and felt right with Emma. She brought a smile to Audrey's face when she would ask to come over to play and hang out with her when they were little. She would remember the times she and Emma would spend with Kevin Duval and Maggie Duval and would spend time swimming in summer and snow-sledding in winter-time. She missed the close-ness they had. The friendship. The closeness. The trust. And, let's face it - the love she had over her and was head over heals for her. She loved her with all her heart and she was nervous about Emma finding out about her feelings and when she started middle school they started slowly drifting apart and it broke Audrey's heart into a million pieces that felt like glass breaking against her chest. She tried to keep her mind off of things and focus her mind more on her film making career. She would be a movie director one day and she was going to finally get the recognition she deserved. She wanted to make enough money for her mother's cancer treatments and to help her father out with his bills. She and her father got along and were very close. She relied on him for emotional support and gracefully accepted her for who she was.She was somewhat surprised that his instincts told him that his little girl was gay and she was into women and not men but that the signs were there even when she was younger. Always playing with boy play things and other children playing games or dolls. She would be more into sports like baseball or 4-square at recess in kindergarden when she was little. That was where she met Emma and they formed a bond as she was growing up and suddenly found herself questioning her entire life. That was also when she learned of her own beliefs about God - if God judged based on orientation, she wanted no part of it. Her grandmother force-fed her baptist christian ways, and her father was a preacher and her mother was not in the picture. Her father never re-married and she was left to raise herself. She went to the fields of dafodills' that were so yellow and vibrant that they etched their way in her mind. She would not forget that beautiful farm with the barn in the background and the house, the infamous house where Troy James and Brandon James once lived. Even after Emma and Audrey were little Maggie would visit Troy and his family. Trying to help them and knowing them better than anyone else that Brandon could not have killed anyone without being pushed beyond the breaking point. It was Audrey's theory that Brandon's appearance did not make him a monster, he was beaten and abused into one, and he was alone, angry, and rejected by society because of how he appeared physically. It wasn't how he looked that made him a monster. It was Lakewood.

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(Based on books by Mary Kennedy, but changed to fit into the Steel Patriots)Noa Lim is a Member of the Steel Patriots MC, and a former Chief Petty Officer and US Navy SEAL. He is in his late-thirties (thirty-seven), and is a Native Hawaiian, with Samoan ancestry. He is six-foot-six, weighs over two hundred pounds of muscle, and is heavily tattooed - legs, arms, chest, and back. All of Noa's tattoos represent his heritage and culture. He has mid-length dark hair, and five scars, including one under his chin. Noa has a gentle voice, and is protective, wonderful, and comforting. As a teenager he was focused and determined. He keeps in shape by running ten miles everyday, and isn't a big drinker. 

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It had been ten grueling hours, chants, shouting, screams and horrible pain echoed through the echos of the house. Father Dun was desperately trying to save his daughter Rebecca, she was just turned fourteen, she had found him one night after he had left six years ago to follow the church again. Father Dun never hugged someone so fiercely and cried so much then holding his daughter again in his arms. But now he was screaming in pain, now he was screaming for help, any shred of help Draziel could offer him to save his child now that was dying on the floor of the house."F***ING DO SOMETHING DRAZIEL!!!! DO SOMETHING YOU DUMB F***! SAVE HER, YOU SAVED ME!" Screamed the pastor in unrelenting rage and fear to lose his daughter who had blood all around her and gurgled up more blood. as father Dun was trying desperately to save the child he so dearly loved. The demon could be heard laughing from deep within in her. Its voice taunted the pastor who seemed unable to rid it from his daughter."DRAZIEL!""Shut up mortal" boomed the seraphim in his head causing the pastor to shake sharply in pain as tried to calm down holding down his daughter who was slashing at him wildly like an animal.  He held her down trying to talk to her, get past the demon, to his beloved child."You can't save her, You only have two options left. The demon will not release her soul unless you kill them both. If you do that I can rebuke the demon and save her soul and she will be taken to heaven. Or you give up and the demon wins. You can't save her Father, I know you want to bu-" he was cut off as father dun screamed refusing to take his own child away from the world of the living."Listen to reason, she will be safe and sound in heaven" Draziel voice became so soft and tried desperately to calm and comfort the struggling priest. The seraphim were not used to being gentle but this was a delicate issue."I can't Draziel, I can't kill her, shes my daughter, shes my everything I just got her back I can't" he sobbed frantically trying to find another way to save her but nothing was working an after another hour was lost his strength and getting more tried."Make your choice, she is suffering Father" Draziel barked finally having enough of this "YOU LOVE HER, THEN LET HER REST, BE AT PEACE YOU FOOL!" He barked at the frightened pastor who stared at his rabid looking child that was leaving massive slashes on him from their chaotic fight."Then let me, Let me do it my way Draziel, let me hold her, do what you need to but let me hold her" he croaked so softly and broken as his spirit was so broken and saddened ed the seraphim seemed to be silent for a long while before speaking in a soft and endearing way."Hold her tight then Father Dun, Let her know you love her, let her know her father fought till the very last moment for her" he spoke as father Dun despite the flailing child and how weak he felt found his strength and wrapped his arms around her tightly from behind and held her tightly and closed his eyes and placed his head on her shoulder.:"I love you sweetheart," he said before Draziel unleashed a small flare of power enough to make the demon screeched in agony and roar and release the child before it tried to see if it could touch the pastor but both were now surrounded by a blinding aura of the Seraphim that now stood before them burning the demon harshly within the flames of his aura.'AWAY NOW YOU FLIFTHY CREATURE" Roared The seraphim causing the house to shake like it was in a very harsh earthquake the lights all exploded as things caught fire all around them as Father Dun only tightened his grip of his daughter's stilled body keeping her close and under the aura of Draziel. the demon swore revenge before leaving rushing away as the light burned too greatly. Draziel slowly retreated back into the body of Pastor Dun who just was on his knees on the floor holding his daughter's body."oh, my baby girl" he whined softly as tears fell as the angel slowly lowered his head softly in the understanding of the sadness of the vessel."She is in good hands now Father" He assured softly as father dun let out a wailing howl of pain the echoed across the walls and through the windows of a father's pain. He never would forgive demons for this, hed never forgive hell for what it did to his perfectly happy small moment he had with his child.

He had been called to southerners' home with what they believed to be a demonic haunting of their home. They had come to Father Dun in a frantic state claiming something was wrong with their home saying that something had attacked their daughter and the wife's brother during a Holiday trip to their home. Father Dun swiftly agreed to such a call without really thinking about such things as he was never going to challenge much of anything in faith. The family was distraught about whatever was going on in their home and despite the war being over and President Lincoln had died about ten years the country was still recovering.Father Dun arrived, his eyes scanning the house as he sensed something thick and heavy in the home, he felt the warmth of the candle on his skin as he stood in the doorway taking off his scarf as it was chilly outside as it was January and there was a foot of snow outside."The house is thick with an unsettling feeling," he said nodding his head and placed his bible down on the side table near the door and sat the family down and talked about what could have been wrong in the house and any history that he should know before walking around the house. The family uncovered remains in their yard a year ago and said after that they seemed to have angered a spirit or a demon or whatever the priest had wanted it to be.The unsettling feeling only grew intense the longer he stayed in the house. He believed in that sense being the aura of a ghost or a demon that was troubling this nice family.. Unaware that the unsettling feeling was actually his inner conscious warning him that something was wrong and he was in danger. He did not believe in such things and believed that his job was to secure this family a safe place to live.He went around the rooms, he eventually came to a child's room and saw a teddy bear covered in what looked like a priest costume and a note on it saying that a child had written him a note.Dear Father Dun, I am sorry for what we will do to you, but I adore you and hope heaven finds you safe and sound. Much love and prayer, Maggie.Now concerned he took the teddy Bear and raced down the stairs of the house and came to the kitchen and opened the door hearing the family in there. He opened the door with the teddy bear still in his hands before three gunshots echoed off the walls as his eyes widen slightly as he slumped sharply against the kitchen counter in surprise rasping as the Father stood there and smiled deviously."I can't believe how gullible you priests are," he said as he ordered the family to start pouring the gas and making sure the place would burn for hours if it had to. Father Dun sat there still in mostly disbelief."Why?" he croaked only for the man to shrug "You are a wealthy priest, we know where to find your money Father. We are not good people, may you burn," he said laughing and struck the priest sharply in the side of the head knocking him to the floor as the priest mutters gently in pain before another gunshot rang out this time right into his as he screamed sharply as his entire body froze..Then all he could remember was the smell of smoke, the burning, and the sound of young Maggie crying and screaming as her father and mother ran out of the house Father Dun lay in the kitchen he hissed gently as he held the teddy bear close to him as if to shield it away from the incoming flames as it shields the innocent soul that was Maggie."Father, Father Please, Please Forgive these people, Forgive Maggie she was too young to know," he said as the burning began as flames started to burn into his clothing and skin as he only held the Teddy bear closer and shut his eyes tightly as he screamed."FATHER, PLEASE, FORGIVE ME" The man repeated that three times before the entire cabin-like home was engulfed in flames, and he was burned as his body was destroyed as he entered what he believed was dead. THE ANGEL "Father, Father open your eyes" spoke a voice so thundering as if it was trying to be so gentle in its word but the voice echoed through his soul and skull as he opened his eyes to see a monstrous thing before him. It stood well and floated as large as a house massive eight wings that flapped at different times and eyes as big as a mortal himself stretched across its wings. Given a fright the priest dropped to his knees in terror screaming.'"Please be merciful please servant of god is all I am" he hollered to the creature that merely floated before him before its wings only drew it closer making the priest's soul shudder in horror and terror at the being before him."I am Draziel, I come for you Father, you wish to be saved, to repent for your sins. Heaven will not open its doors for you till your deeds can be prepared." The voice spoke but this time the voice sounded strange, was it his voice? He dared to open his eyes and look up only to see himself standing there as he looked shocked before the man spoke."Come Father, We have much work to do to save you and many more. I shall be your guide, I shall be your voice" He spoke as he walked over, and slowly the priest stood there and looked uncertain but spoke."Then let it be done," he said before the other smiled and touched his shoulder a burning feeling engulfed him once again but this time the burning did not feel like it was dissolving him, but remaking everything about him, returning him to the world of the living.He woke up, in the middle of a burned-down house as he looked around confused. The house was absolutely destroyed as he slowly stood up and looked around confused before he noticed something in his hand he smiled gently seeing the Teddy Bear in his hands as he held it close and spoke."I'll fix it, Maggie, I'll fix all of this" he promised gently and walked out of the burned-down house and looked at the road ahead of him and took in a deep breath before walking down the cobbled path his eyes looking at the place around him and could see things differently, he could sense everything pulse he could sense all the life in the town as he looked confused."Odd is it friend? I shall explain these abilities later" Spoke the voice in his head which nearly caused him to jump out of his skin but smiled and nodded as he walked into the night.