As we turned the corner down sixth avenue, the graffiti and trash-lined streets said all that needed to be said. We got stares from everyone, and even a few fingers telling us we were number one. When the suburban came to rest outside of a large house on the curb, I insisted the agent from California – whose name I didn’t even want to know, for his own good – stay in the SUV with one of my soldiers as I and Sahaqiel went into the house.
I jumped out, with Sahaqiel right on my heels, but before we could even make it to the door we encountered our first resistance from the damned souls made to serve the demons as slaves. Still, little challenge was involved in getting past these few guards protecting the house, and once we were inside the slaves offered up little fight. We made our way through the screaming and the confusion, with me feeling no remorse in releasing the damned of their debt with the power of my sword, until finally I was face to face to face with an ugly demon.
“I only wanted to talk to you,” I insisted “It doesn’t have to go down like this.” I wasn’t sure what he was thinking as he charged at me with his ax in hand, but he was no match for my sword, and in seconds it found its way deep inside his chest. His body fell at my feet, and with one slice his head rolled across the floor. I asked Sahaqiel to remove his wings as I grabbed his head and walked outside.
“It ends tonight!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as I held the head high in the air. “Any demon that doesn’t change his ways will meet the same fate! I am Michael, warrior of the heavens and guardian of mankind, and I will not rest until mankind is free of the intervention of evil!”
Guardian Of The Sheep
A Paranormal Romance by Ray Smith
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