[felcin]: 577.The Assassins.The Second Assassin

He stood atop a hill and looked out over her domain. He surveyed what it had become over the past few centuries with disgust, as the golden light of heaven played about his wings, purple light seemed to surround them in a mockery of his angelic nature, dazzling anyone who cared to look with their darkness and sending ripples of beautiful luminescence across his glistening naked torso.  
The angry blood red sky behind him, made him look even more sinister as he stood still. Not moving an inch. Occasionally birds would gather around him but they never stayed for long.
The sky slowly calmed down and returned to its normal pale blue colour spotted with clouds. No one would guess that there was going to be a storm later.
The metal carriages, which now occupied the lines of hard grey material, went at previously unseen speeds, and this seemed to cause a lot more accidents. And a lot more distress to the angel atop the hill.
A figure swathed in black silently walked up behind him. The angel turned to meet him and grasped his hand in war friendship. ‘I’, glad you could make it, They didn’t hold you back did they?’ he asked, slightly concerned.
‘No, not as such. I told them I was coming up here to do a routine check. They expect me back in thirty minutes, so make it quick would you?’
‘Uh yes right of course.’
The man in black sighed heavily, ‘What is it with you angels? You never get right to the point do you?’
‘If you gave me a sharp stick then I might be able to.’ The man in black ignored the pun and looked straight at the angel. ‘Uh, sorry, what is it with you Satanists anyway? Too blunt for your own good.’ The angel answered irritably.
‘Blunt is the only way to go, unless you’re killing someone of course.’ The angel coughed delicately. ‘Oh for Satan’s sake! Who is it you want killing?’
‘Killing is such an ugly word, couldn’t you u-‘
‘-No actually I couldn’t.’ the dark man cut across him. ‘Just answer the damn question.’ 
‘She lives in the house over there.’ The angel pointed in a vaguely west direction. ‘Same as last time really.’
‘I’m going to need a more specific idea of where she is, but that shouldn’t be a problem.’ He smiled thinly for the first time that meeting showing two sharp teeth hiding from the world, glinting fiercely. The angel shuddered slightly. The dark man smiled at the angel’s discomfort. ‘Well in that case I shall return to here, next week. They’re calling me.’ And with that he disappeared into nothing framed by flames. The angel could feel the heat of the abyss from where he was standing and moved further away. He sighed heavily, and then too disappeared into nothing, except this time, the abyss was framed by a pearly gateway.
A week passed and the angel heard nothing. He returned to the hilltop to await the arrival of his dark friend. He was late as always. ‘Having fun down there, are we?’
The dark man refused to look at him, ‘ We are being spied on, apparently they don’t trust me anymore.’ He told the angel very quietly ‘Give me the address.’
The angel handed over a piece of paper with a hastily scribbled address. ‘Say hi for me will you? I haven’t spoken to Ol’ Satan since I was last in hell, and that was when I was a Fallen.’
The man looked at him. ‘He’ll take it as you want to return as a Fallen you know.’
‘Yes yes, I know. You really should consider returning you know, it’s nothing like it used to be. And I think I actually enjoy being a Higher rather than a Fallen. Get more freedom if nothing else.’
‘You’re not going to convert me, you tried before, remember?’ he paused, ‘besides, my missus is down there. I can’t leave her – she’d kill me if I did.’
‘She could possibly come with you.’ The angel suggested.
‘My missus? Up there?’ he pointed upwards, ‘You’re kidding right?’ he laughed a laugh devoid of feeling and walked away. ‘I’ll sort this out for you. I’ll give one of the Hermes a message when it’s done.’ He said after himself. ‘Have fun, and say to Him for me.’ He said sarcastically. However the sarcasm was lost on the angel who called after him: ‘Yeah sure!’

The man walked away from the angel shaking his head and towards where the victim should be in four hours time.

He leant casually on a tree while a storm raged around him, the second one in a week. His cloak moved about him as if it was dancing to the tune of the wind. He smelt nothing. He never did. I think something about being in Hell for any long periods of time does that to you. A metal carriage pulled up to the house. And the driver got out and ran into the house under the protection of her handbag. He casually straightened himself and walked towards the house. He arrived at the doorstep and looked quizzically at the piece of wood that blocked his way. He then realised: Ah yes, these humans use bells don’t they? He located the bell and pushed it firmly twice. The door opened quickly and a woman in a tight fitting suite confronted him with a towel wrapped around her head. ‘Double glazing Mam.’
‘Uh, I didn’t order any.’ She told him and tried to shut the door.
‘Actually you did.’ He told her and stopped the door from closing with his foot. He pushed the door open again and pushed past the lady. He took hold of her arm and shut the door with his foot. He pulled her into the first room, which happened to be the lounge and sat her down on the couch.
He sat down next to her and gently removed the towel from around her head. Her damp hair fell against her back. He dropped the towel on the floor at their feet. He then removed her jacket. He also dropped that to the floor.
She looked into his eyes imploringly, dreading what she thought was coming. He pulled her gently towards his chest and caressed her back. She shivered slightly, so he held her tighter. He could feel her heart beating fast and the sharp movement of her chest as she breathed.
She could feel his chest moving ever so slightly, but she could find no pulse. No heart. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. They were a deep grey, and help so much emotion, yet at the same time, didn’t portray what he did feel. ‘This won’t hurt.’ He promised her as he kissed her neck once. She tried to move away from him, but his strong arms wouldn’t let her go anywhere.
A scream pierced the night as he punctured her skin and he drank the blood. He wished he had been able to hunt her properly. She would have made for a good hunt. He thought to himself. He finished drinking and looked again into her eyes, as she sagged gently in his arms. Her eyes didn’t have any of the colours they had had before, but they held more emotion.
He could see that this wasn’t one of the girls that would want to be reborn, so he didn’t ask her. He too one more drink and then as the last of the light faded from her eyes whispered ‘I’m sorry, I hope it didn’t hurt.’ He laid her down on the couch, draping the jacket around her shoulders and using the towel as a pillow. He stood and straightened his clothing. He took one last look at her and left the house quietly.
He returned to his tree and lent against it for a few moments in a thoughtful place. He then shook his head and returned to his home. And his missus.

A few days later the angel received a message from a short, midget like Hermes and learned that she had been put to sleep. He told Metatron and he blessed the angel for his good work, and promised he would tell the one that resides.
The angel returned to his chamber and let his mind travel back to when he had been a Fallen.