09-16-2014, 09:10 AM
The crunch of ice underneath Michael's feet was drowned out by the beacon of power. Half of his task was thus completed. At least some of the information was accurate.
The narrow road he followed was full of potholes and covered in a thick layer of snow. As he travelled north, further away from the main stretch signs of activity gradually diminished. No tracks disturbed the serene and silent stasis. The silhouette of distant heights in the dusk loomed large and heavy under a pall of thin mist.
Anticipation snaked it's way through his stomach and wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing hard. Without the power to shield him, Michael could do nothing but endure. He worked to steady the rhythm of his breath, gathering his concentration. The power blazed tantalisingly close, but cool deliberation overcame temptation.
The beacon grew stronger at a steady pace, almost in time with his footsteps. That he was close, there was no doubt. He did not need the power to confirm it. Where the stasis reigned behind, desolation ruled ahead. The small brick houses were abandoned. Possessions lay discarded in the snow.
Michael bent down and ran gloved hands over something covered in a white film. A bicycle made for a child. The metal frame was bronze with rust.
Michael stood, facing the beacon that now thundered overhead from inside one of the houses. There would be no prizes for guessing this time. The demon did not make any effort to hide itself. Across the road, lights shone within the only home that was not deserted. In the front yard, he could make out green grass under only the thinnest layer of fresh snow.
Well then, I suppose it's about time to deal with the devil Michael thought with a wry twist of his lips. The grip on his heart tightened, but it was not one of fear. He would have preferred fear. No. He found himself excited. The thrill of the challenge once again betrayed his heart.
Careful to muffle as much sound as he could, Michael arched around the house to approach from behind. Darkness had now descended upon the village that he had to strain to see. He did not take up the power, for all it would have made his path easier. Caution prevented him from opting for convenience.
Now behind the residence, he crouched down to analyse the situation. A small wired fence enclosed the property along with a wooden shed. He made his way over the wire and settled down to search for a back door.
As he watched, the source of the beacon started to move and Michael tensed. The soft sound of footsteps made him rise and turn the corner of the shed, only to stop dead in his tracks.
What on earth!?
He had come prepared to deal with the Slovakian demon. He thought himself ready for anything.
He was sadly mistaken.
The narrow road he followed was full of potholes and covered in a thick layer of snow. As he travelled north, further away from the main stretch signs of activity gradually diminished. No tracks disturbed the serene and silent stasis. The silhouette of distant heights in the dusk loomed large and heavy under a pall of thin mist.
Anticipation snaked it's way through his stomach and wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing hard. Without the power to shield him, Michael could do nothing but endure. He worked to steady the rhythm of his breath, gathering his concentration. The power blazed tantalisingly close, but cool deliberation overcame temptation.
The beacon grew stronger at a steady pace, almost in time with his footsteps. That he was close, there was no doubt. He did not need the power to confirm it. Where the stasis reigned behind, desolation ruled ahead. The small brick houses were abandoned. Possessions lay discarded in the snow.
Michael bent down and ran gloved hands over something covered in a white film. A bicycle made for a child. The metal frame was bronze with rust.
Michael stood, facing the beacon that now thundered overhead from inside one of the houses. There would be no prizes for guessing this time. The demon did not make any effort to hide itself. Across the road, lights shone within the only home that was not deserted. In the front yard, he could make out green grass under only the thinnest layer of fresh snow.
Well then, I suppose it's about time to deal with the devil Michael thought with a wry twist of his lips. The grip on his heart tightened, but it was not one of fear. He would have preferred fear. No. He found himself excited. The thrill of the challenge once again betrayed his heart.
Careful to muffle as much sound as he could, Michael arched around the house to approach from behind. Darkness had now descended upon the village that he had to strain to see. He did not take up the power, for all it would have made his path easier. Caution prevented him from opting for convenience.
Now behind the residence, he crouched down to analyse the situation. A small wired fence enclosed the property along with a wooden shed. He made his way over the wire and settled down to search for a back door.
As he watched, the source of the beacon started to move and Michael tensed. The soft sound of footsteps made him rise and turn the corner of the shed, only to stop dead in his tracks.
What on earth!?
He had come prepared to deal with the Slovakian demon. He thought himself ready for anything.
He was sadly mistaken.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."