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Exiled from the forgotten heaven They fell upon the human realm Everyplace they spread hate and anger Mortals corrupted by their dark glamor
Malice, quondam divine
Making innocence malign
Granting forbidden arts to human bloodlines They spawned venom within mortal confines
Children of God... Amen
Children of the fallen...
Both now have become one with the other Holding the power of those who have lost their feathers
Wrath descended from heaven
To chastise the heathen
Angels who have lost their grace now crying Exiled once again from the land of the living
Soldiers of God...
Demons lost...
Wandering in a cold realm, blackened and bitter Leaving behind children born from their anger
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It was night, and a cool breeze blew over the empty British field. The armed men in military-like uniforms were standing in a circle, over a young woman kneeling in the cold mud. They were pointing their automatic weapons at her, steady and ready to fire at the slight sign of hostile movements. She was looking at them with hatred in her eyes. The men in boots were staring back at her with disdain and disgust, illuminating her bleeding and dirty face with bright flashlights. Among the armed men was their leader, wearing a metal mask over a red hood. Red and gold were the main colors of their uniforms. The masked leader approached the defeated but proud woman and knelt at her level.
“My name is Connor Norwell, General Connor Norwell, but you can call me sir.” The woman glanced at him with rage. “Now my dear, you shouldn’t be looking at your superiors with such disrespect,” he added as he stroked her viciously with his fist.
She took a moment to recollect herself, her lower lips cut and bleeding down her chin. “You? Superior to Magi? Don’t make me laugh. You are just fanatic bastards, jealous of our power.” She then laughed despite the pain in her jaw. “What a bunch of walking clichés you all are, wanting to kill anything your small minds can’t understand.”
“And yet, we have found a way to counter your magic. Finally, after years and years of hard work, the Foundation has found a way to stop your unholy practices. I’d say, we understand your kind quite well.”
“Whatever, I’m done talking with you through your ridiculous mask.”
At that, the general stood up, disappointed that the woman couldn’t appreciate his achievements. He extended his left hand towards one of his subordinates who quickly gave him his rifle. The general took it with pride and loaded it as slowly as possible to make the condemned woman’s death more theatrical. She was already bleeding from bullet wounds and physical attacks. The soldiers had kicked her down to the ground with their heavy boots and rifle handles. She lost a lot of blood; it was now drying, mixed in the mud around her. She knew her end was upon her and was waiting for it with even more pride than the deranged general who was pointing the instrument of her death at her. It took a second for the general to pull the trigger, and it took another for a round of bullets to rip through her face.
When he was done, his soldiers cheered him so loudly they could wake the dead. “All hail General Norwell” they were chanting through the night, but the celebration was interrupted by a set of headlights, illuminating the execution scene. It was a classic grey Rolls-Royce from the ’60s, with tainted windows, pulling off the road uphill. The general knew who it was, waiting in the parked car. A late guest who had missed the execution of the wretched woman lying in the mud, her face made unrecognizable. The general climbed the small hill to reach the road, passing over the corpses of a few of his soldiers the now dead Magus had previously fought in front of him. He knocked on the tainted window of the right passenger side on the back. The window slew down and reveal the face of the person who made the heartless execution possible, half hidden by the general’s shadow.
“I assume it all went as expected, General Norwell?” asked the mysterious guest.
“Yes, your highness. The design you provided us worked exactly as you said. I tattooed it on a few men, and myself, of course. As you can see over there, we were able to exterminate Katherine Wood, the Magus that was bothering you. She was quite powerful and killed a number of my men, but as soon as the protection activated, we had fun. We, at the Foundation, can’t thank you enough,” the general went on as he was very happy with his kill.
“Yes, I’m glad for you. General…” The guest was slightly annoyed by his childish joy and started rolling the window back up.
“Wait!” cried the general, blocking the window. “What about the demon? Have you managed to control it yet? We'll need its powers if we are to go forward with the plan. With it on our side and the protection you provided us, we should launch the cleansing now!”
The guest got infuriated by the general’s babbling mouth. “This is not the time nor the place to speak of this matter, you imbecile! We will go forward with my plan when I say it’s the time! Not because of your juvenile impatience!” The guest took a moment to cool down. “Come to the manor next weekend with your siblings, we will discuss our next move there. I will send the details with an envoy, as per usual.”
The guest closed up the window and the car drove into the night, leaving the general alone on the road. He then went back down to join his men who were waiting for orders. They picked up the corpses of their fallen comrades and loaded them into the back of trucks they drove in. A special unit that was on standby came out of one of them and started erasing all pieces of evidence the soldiers had left behind them. Bullet shells, cigarette buds, chewing gums, boot prints in the mud, the blood, everything got erased as if nobody had ever been on that field. As soon as everyone was done, the general and his men also disappeared into the night, aboard their big black military trucks.
When the coast was now cleared, another man came out of the shadows. A young man wearing the same uniform the soldiers were wearing. He had been hiding, observing the scene from a distance, unseen. He shimmered back into the visible spectrum and walked right up to where the Magus woman had been killed. The young man, who had been spying on the soldiers for quite some time had watched the scene, petrified by the heinous acts of the fanatics. He couldn’t have said or done anything. The young Magus had to stay alive, he had to bring the information he just uncovered back with him to France.
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