Snippet #1848594

A brief moment of agony that shot through his entire body, and then he was standing with bare feet on the ground. It was a reminder of where they were being sent from. Hell. Darius stood up in his full height and scouted the city scenery, smirking to himself. "Well, Andrea." he said. He knew her already. Fortunately. It would make the whole thing much easier. What no one had told him was, that she was an angel. Darius Aeron didn't mind though. He'd killed angels before, with the same amount of pity as he had for humans. None. The name was all he knew, and all he went for. Andrea McLeod. Not a face. Nothing. And that could potentially be Darius' 'demise'.

"Well.. Let's get this done then." Darius stepped foward and looked the city over, scanning everything. He could spot non-humans with ease. Especially angels. They could feel each other. The phrase "Opposites attract" came to mind, and the demon smirked wickedly. The sun was setting over the forest just outside town, and he enjoyed the encroaching darkness. He had better eyesight during the night, or at least in darkness. Darius spent most of his waking hours in darkness anyway.
He set foot on the sidewalk and strolled along, getting queer looks from some of the people that passed him. Then a strange scent caught him, and an odd sensation. Daruis stopped dead in his tracks and tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. Could it be? Could he feel her already, or was it just something or someone else?
It wasn't uncommon that more than one demon set foot on earth at the same time, afterall, they had quite a few tasks to perform.

The demon couldn't focus on anything of interest or importance, so he kept walking along the street. Albeit his tempo was slower now, making sure he got everything, and sensed everything. If there was something from either Heaven or Hell, he was going to find them. Darius looked at the humans around him with disgust. He had lost every faith in mankind, and that was before he died. He had no faith in anything anymore, just complete and utter devotion to this. Killing the ones he was sent out to kill. That was all he cared for. "Andrea, Andrea. Where are you." he mused in a low voice and smirked.