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Angels And Devils |
| Written by c bryan | |
| Wednesday, 06 February 2008 | |
With more than a little fear and trepidation he peered around the corner of the shattered building. Impossibly large figures, encased in their brightly coloured armour ran down the street towards where he cowered, their feet hammering on the road and throwing up stones. They stopped, just a few metres from his position, and checked the contents of one of their vehicles that had been overturned in the road, obviously the victim of one of the devils’ attacks.
The devils and the angels, as he liked to think of them, had turned up at the same time. The devils’ craft had crashed into the plain just outside the city and its infernal crew had spewed forth, bringing pain and misery with their every step. No sooner had these daemons broached the city walls than the blessed steed of their saviours had arrived. They had followed the devils into the city and hunted them through its dark and winding streets. The devils’ interest in the torture and torment of the citizens of the city seemed to be only matched by the ambivalence with which the angels regarded them. The angels’ sole focus was the annihilation of the devils wherever they found them.
Now three of these angels stood in the street before him, talking in a language that he did not recognise. He felt both honoured and scared to be so close. He moved back a little, his foot knocking one of the angels’ weapons that lay by his feet, obviously discarded by one of their number in an earlier conflict. One of the three looked in his direction briefly, his weapon raised quickly in well practised response but lowered just as quickly when he was dismissed as not a threat. The brief contact brought a thrill and quickening of his pulse that was quickly replaced by dread as he saw the figures on the roof above the angels head. They stood nonchalantly against the sun, their lithe frames arranged in various poses of unconscious grace, their weapons casually tossed from hand to hand or propped over their shoulder. Their dark and evil faces were turned as one, fixated on the three heroic figures below with the collective expressions of cats around a nest of mice. Copyright 2008 c bryan |
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