pub. on lug 01, 2008
 
Those who hunt angels
He lurked in the shadows, eyes closed, listening for her over the wails of the infant. He felt her before he heard the first delicate ruffle of her illusterious feathers, the soft touch of her foot on the pavement.
"What are you doing out here?" she cooed to the infant, her voice like the chiming of a thousand silver bells. He opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the soft glow she emitted, and then with a wicked grin he vanished. She was not a guardian, but a healer, and while her powers were inferior she was still prey, and a fine quary at that. 'Oh' he thought as he came close enough to smell her 'the devine perfume of heaven'. As she knelt to lift the child from the ally he lunged, capturing her quickly and drawing her back into the ream of chaos and shadow, her wail as his fingers burried themselves in the soft tissue of her breast was as sweet and melodious as it was petrifying, and she beat her wings wildly as her shreiks turned to wails of pain as his dark magic spread through her chest, devouring her powers like a spider on a fly. Some of her magic trickled out around his fingers as her body fell lax in his shadowey grasp and he couldn't help but smile as he felt the first of her tears land on his hand, her wings slowly lowering to the ground as she lost strength. She was paralized in his web of darkness and nightmares, and she was all his for the taking.
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